I don't know when the rain stopped.
It was not yet the hour of the Ox, and it should have been curfew time, but the city of Cizhou was brightly lit. The imperial guards in armor, holding torches, ran in unison in the city. They were like robbers, knocking on a door, revealing their shining swords, and then going in to search.
In the dark night, torches lit up the sky, illuminating the sky above Cizhou City with a blood-red color.
By the next morning, the Imperial Guards had already raided the residence of Zhang Feng, the prefect of Cizhou, and his followers. Zhang Feng sat on the floor of the prefect's office with dishevelled hair, looking dazed, unable to hear any sound, and mumbling something. Someone leaned in to listen, but found that they could not understand.
Shao Wenzhao, the left general of the Imperial Guard, ordered people to carry boxes of gold, silver and jewelry into the government office. The wooden boxes for silver alone filled the entire yard. These were stolen goods seized from Zhang Feng's home, and some dirt was still stuck on the boxes.
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