The night was as cool as water, and the bleak autumn wind swept up the fallen leaves in front of the court, making a sound of "click, click, click", and then fell farther away. The cold moonlight fell from the cracks in the branches, and was divided into countless fragmented light and shadows, like a broken jade plate, shining with glittering light.

At this moment, the nightingale outside the window cried all his life, as the wind rose, the window was beaten, a quiet shadow walked over quickly, gently closed the window, and turned around, seeing that the person behind the bookcase did not raise his head, he breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, a footstep outside gradually approached, and the next moment, it was outside the soft curtain.

"Childe-"

Han Zhen raised his head indifferently, and under the gesture of his eyes, the servant who had just come in and closed the window hurriedly lifted the soft curtain, and then saw a dull man walk in, stepped forward and hugged his fists and said, "Childe, there is a letter here, is-"

I saw that the man paused slightly, and the next moment, he heard the servant behind him retreat respectfully, and in Han Zhen's gaze, the man stepped forward silently, his tone was low but clear.

"Sent by Yuqing Palace. ”

Han Zhen's eyes lifted slightly, and then he reached out to take it, and when he opened the thin pages inside, a pair of eagle-like eyes gradually became calm and serious.

"Go down. ”

After spitting out three words, the man immediately clenched his fists and withdrew without hesitation.

When there was silence in the room, Han Zhen pinched the thin page, slowly walked to the window, and opened it suddenly, the cold autumn wind blew with a bone-soaked coolness, but he didn't see him in the slightest.

The wind blew his clothes, Han Zhen only stayed on the moonlight in that place, and stood with his hands in his hands, only slightly loosened, and the page in his hand would be blown away without any strength.

But in silence, Han Zhen's hand squeezed the page tighter and tighter, only to feel that his hand seemed to be getting heavier and heavier.

In an instant, in this cold wind, Han Zhen turned to the side of the case, and when he raised his hand, the page was sent to the candle flame, and with the blowing of the autumn wind, the tongue of fire was swallowed faster, almost a roll, and the page was swallowed cleanly.

In the flying ashes, in the swaying and bright tongue of fire, that image once again appeared in Han Zhen's mind.

Although years had passed, for countless nights, he would always dream of that night, when the resolute woman disappeared before his eyes in the most heroic way.

His hands are stained with the blood of too many people, and he is not a good person who has killed all his life, but he also doesn't want to be a bad person without a heart.

Perhaps, this is what he owes her.

It's time to pay it back.

In the silence, Han Zhen's eyes became more and more silent, filled with a deep and dark light, and he only looked at the flickering candle flame by default, as if he was caught in it.

……

As Feng Wei expected, from the moment Yan Weizhang, the head of the court, was summoned to the Qianhe Palace, it was the beginning of another bloody storm.

That night, Yan Weizhang was dismissed from all official positions and sent to the edict prison, and in the next, Jin Yiwei, who had not been out of the mountain for a long time, was called again and went to Guizhou Longchang to send Yan Houzhao, who was still there leisurely, to the edict prison with lightning speed.

At this moment, it was like tearing a curtain open, and one after another, the officials who hated the Yan Party for a long time were all driven to jointly report, crying out for the former first assistant Zhang Huaizong, and even refuting the Yan father and son for being traitors.

Gradually, the case of "Drawing Water" was gradually turned over again, and when the hearts of the people were working together, Emperor Jianheng ordered Gu Zhengde to re-investigate the matter, and assisted by Xie Yun and Han Zhen, but in seven days, the previous matter was investigated cleanly.

In the voice of people's expectations, the Zhang family was wronged, Emperor Jianheng was furious, and ordered the eunuch to go to the edict to reprimand the Yan father and son, and then issued an edict to rehabilitate Zhang Huaizong, posthumously named him "Pillar Country", gave the word "loyalty", and restored Zhang Huaizong's wife as a product of the order, and to Zhang Huaizong's granddaughter who would rather die than yield, Emperor Jianheng also greatly appreciated, posthumously named him the lord of Ningyu County, and set up an archway for it, erected in front of the door of Zhangfu, for future generations to admire. And the coffins of Zhang Huaizong and his family were also moved into the ancestral garden to enjoy incense.

Regarding the emperor's actions, the officials in the court and the people in the market all shouted "The King of Shengming", which can be said to be how much they hate the Yan family and their son, and how much they respect the current emperor.

With the suppression of the Yan father and son again, Mo said that it was not a member of the Yan family, but a member of the Yan family, and in order to choose himself, he kept writing to impeach the Yan family and his son, as if only in this way could the suspicion of the Yan party be cleared.

Therefore, for half a month in a row, the impeachment recitals that were moved into the Qianhe Palace had to be loaded into seven or eight boxes almost every day, each of which could be insulted and refuted at different levels and in different realms, and there were even students of a national eunuch who wrote a letter insulting Yan's father and son, although there was not a single word in the market, but the skill of the article was enough to poke the backbone of Yan's father and son. It is precisely because of this that this student's book was named "the first scolding in the world" by the world, and thus enjoyed a national reputation.

And in the following days, many courtiers who had been in contact with Yan's father and son said that they were sick and recuperated, and even if they left the court, they quickly returned to their homes to thank guests, but even so, the people who were invited to prison were one after another.

Just as the whole body is moved, after one after another Yan Party is pulled off the horse, whether it is a high-ranking official or a small minister, they will vomit out the guilt of the Yan Party faction, and finally after being interrogated by the Three Law Divisions, they have listed 12 major crimes.

This time, the implication was so wide that it was almost all over the officials of the half of the dynasty.

Emperor Jianheng was shocked and angry when he heard this, under this thunder, Yan's father and son were not as good as Cui Wencheng's, the emperor almost immediately approved the red, and strictly ordered the Yan father and son to be beheaded in the autumn, and those officials who colluded with Yan's father and son to form a party were listed according to their relatives, or executed, exiled, or imprisoned, none of them ended well.

At this moment, looking at the infinite scenery of the past, the Yan Mansion was full of traffic in front of the door, but now it has been sealed cleanly, adult men have been killed, children and women have been exiled to distant places, and the building has fallen, fast and urgent, without a trace of warning.

On the day when Yan's father and son asked to behead, Yan Weizhang's wife Dou watched her husband and son die because of a knife, and after she went back, she hung herself from a beam and followed Yan Weizhang on the road to Huangquan.

In this way, Yan Weizhang, who once covered the sky with one hand and was full of henchmen, retired miserably, and only one princess Yan, who married Xiao Yan, the king of Luo, was not implicated.

But everyone knows that after a criminal minister, without the support of her mother's family, what kind of life can the princess who is not liked by the emperor live in the future?

The woman's life, in the turmoil and rapids of the capital, has always been involuntarily, and she can only be the duckweed without roots, and then swing.