If it weren't for He Yuanshen's background in the Weiguo Mansion, Hong Shaotian would have given him some food and imprisoned him as a suspect. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"It's useless to be angry and attacked, I persuade Zuo Shizhi to draw the appearance of the murderer earlier, and I will ask the emperor to ban the whole city and arrest the murderer."

He replied to He Yuanshen lightly, which made He Yuanshen feel aggrieved, but he couldn't speak, and after a long time, he snorted coldly and drew with a pen.

At this time, he endured his fear, remembered the appearance of the murderer, and could not remember what he looked like, but he only remembered riding a brown horse and wearing a gray coarse cloth short half-arm shirt, and as for whether the collar was left or right, he could not remember clearly, but vaguely remembered that under half an arm, the pair of strong and powerful arms easily hooked Gao Zhi's neck, and dragged him a long distance.

He Yuanshen shuddered when he thought of this, and a pair of fierce eyes appeared in his mind, and the mustache on his upper lip was really terrifying.

When he finished drawing on the paper, he looked more and more like it, as if he remembered the noon scene again, threw the pen away, and did not dare to look at it again.

Hong Shaotian was originally a little worried, this He Yuanshen was not out of office, but also in Luoyang quite famous, his poetry, calligraphy and painting by a cadre of powerful children admired and appreciated, at this time he has seen the person who started, Hong Shaotian is also afraid that he will paint lifelike, making it difficult for himself.

But when I saw the appearance in the painting, I couldn't help but hook the corners of my mouth and stopped talking.

Speaking from the heart, He Yuanshen is not an official, but his painting is good.

It's just that the men in the Tang Dynasty market, most of them are dressed like this in his paintings, either wearing short shirts with coarse cloth pants, or wearing Taoist robes, ordinary people, there are very few people wearing Confucian shirts, He Yuanshen painted this appearance, go out and catch it at will, and the person who catches it back can break the prison of Dali Temple.

Although Hong Shaotian didn't think so, he still copied it and posted it in front of the various lists around the city gate.

He didn't feel any pain, and his businesslike appearance angered He Yuanshen again, and the two argued a few words, which happened to be in the palace, and Hong Shaotian took a roll of He Yuanshen's portraits, obviously ready to bring them into the palace.

When Shaoqing of Dali Temple saw his actions, he couldn't help but ask cautiously:

"What if you take the painting with you, but then copy it later?"

Hong Shaotian glanced at He Yuanshen, who had a cold face, and laughed:

"The Son of the World is still here, so let him paint another one."

One sentence made He Yuan shen fall down and wanted to argue with him again, but Hong Shaotian refused to pay attention to him, turned around and went out.

Yan in the palace ordered the whole city to be strictly banned, according to He Yuanshen's painting to arrest the murderer, but for seven or eight days in a row, but there was no trace of the murderer, the people in Dali Temple caught a lot, but most of them were shouting wronged, no one confessed.

The horse on which the perpetrator rode was found, but it is not known who the murderer was.

Above the court, Yan Chai reprimanded the people in the Dali Temple and the Criminal Division, but the thunder was loud and the rain was small, and after a long time, many people in the court came back to their senses, only He Yuanshen was very anxious.

He was anxious to redress Gao Shi's grievances, but as time passed, the matter was very likely to be resolved.

In the early days of the fourth day of the first lunar month, Li Fulin, the secretary of Tongping Zhang, admonished:

"Your Majesty, now the people in Dali Temple and Jinwuwei are wantonly arresting people in the market, and rumors have spread among the common people, and now the people are panicking, and the ministers think that the first thing is to stabilize the people's hearts."

Hong Shaotian, the secretary of Dali Temple, and Xiahou Shen of Jinwuwei were particularly innocent: "The ministers are also acting on orders. ”

"It's been a few days, the queen mother is about to die, the first emperor, the first queen mother's sacrifice day and the first birthday ceremony of the eldest prince are also coming, the death of Gao Shilang, it is better to delay it first, so as not to miss the big event." Yao Shi also shook the elephant wat and stepped forward to speak.

Yan Chai didn't make a sound, but He Yuanshen was unable to let go when he heard this, and hurriedly came out of the ranks:

Xia Guan thought that since Taizu founded the dynasty, in the past few decades, such an evil thing has never happened at the feet of the Son of Heaven. Master Gao is an official of the imperial court, but there is a murderer but he is bold and dares to commit murder to him in broad daylight, and his deeds are bad, which is really intolerable. He loudly objected to the opinions of Yao Shi and others, and asked Yan Chai to send more people to investigate.

Speaking of excitement, He Yuanshen almost got into an argument with others, and the monarchs and ministers of the early dynasty all broke up unhappily.

After the next dynasty, everyone did not give him a good face, but he didn't care, went down to the early court, and took the emperor on the paper to arrest the murderer.

It's just that the excerpts of the admonition finally sank into the sea like a stone, and there was no response.

He was anxious every day, and tried to contact an old friend from the past to come forward, wanting to put pressure on the court situation, so that Yan Chai would send more troops to hunt down the murderer.

It's just that his former confidant, Gu Yujin is dead, and Liu Shixian is just the second son of the Jingwang Mansion, and he has not entered the office, so he can't play much role.

Under the anger, he was even more depressed, and Wei Guogong's warning only made him feel more and more lost in this world.

On the ninth birthday of Fu Minghua in early June, the whole world celebrated, and the streets heard the sound of joy of the people, Yan chased the banquet in the Hanyuan Palace, he entered the palace with everyone, and he was also worried.

In Qingning Palace, Fu Minghua accepted the worship of all the women, and she was a little distracted by the cheers of everyone.

She remembered the Empress Dowager and Concubine Cui Guifei, who are now long gone, and now she should also be called Empress Dowager Cui.

When she sat on top of the head for the first time, when the audience ordered the woman to worship the ground, it was Cui Guifei who pulled her to sit on the top together.

She was in a slight trance, and Biyun didn't notice it, and she was already awakened by the worship of the woman.

There were many familiar faces in the crowd, such as the county lord of Danyang, the Su family of the Weiguo Mansion, Wei Minzhu and others, and everyone's thoughts were wrapped behind the heavy makeup.

There are still many women waiting outside the hall, Mama Xue took the flower tea that had been prepared a long time ago and came out to Fu Minghua's throat, when she went to drink tea sideways, she saw the figure of Yang Fuzhen in the palace, who was saluting herself from a distance.

Fu Minghua pinched the handkerchief and pressed his lips, and instructed Biyun:

"Call Yang Fuzhen."

Her eyelids were lowered, her eyelashes were delicate, her hair was all combed, her temples were full of flowers, and the golden tweezers hanging down were flashing, which was very beautiful.

Biyun gave a salute and retreated, and after a while, Yang Fuzhen stepped forward, personally cleaned his hands and bent down to hold the tray for her, Fu Minghua put the cup in his hand, and he said in a low voice:

"Niangniang, Zuo Shiyi in Hanyuan Hall had a dispute with Dali Siqing, and almost fought."

The people below were far away and didn't hear Yang Fuzhen's words.

On the high platform, Biyun and the others lowered their heads. (To be continued.) )