On the twenty-seventh day of the second year of longevity, Jinghui of Dali Temple returned to Shendu from Chang'an, and the trial of the white sandalwood case was sharply accelerated.

Dali Temple Tie Clothes Officials Sent Horses to gallop in the Quartet Official Road, every day there is a long queue of carriages to enter the Divine Capital, these once high-spirited foreign officials of the feudal officials, now wearing the southern crown prison clothes to return, some people chant poetry loudly to express their arms, and some people cry bitterly.

Among them, the most poignant is Feng Junheng, the observer of Jiangnan Province, who cried all the way and cried until he fainted.

When I came to Dali Temple, I heard that the whole family had been arrested, and I was even more frightened, grabbing the prison fence hard, shaking desperately, "My family San Lang Yuanyi, nine years old, still does not know the world, has nothing to do with this matter, I beg you to be merciful, merciful, spare him"

The jailer officer of Dali Temple next to him just stared at him coldly, and no one responded.

Feng Junheng slammed his head against the fence, weeping bitterly, unable to regret it.

Xu was disgusted that he was too noisy, and the jailer picked up an iron ruler and struck him in the back, just right to knock him unconscious.

Dali Temple Prison Dafa Li City, overcrowded, in order to facilitate the identification of prisoners, orderly arraignment, the jailer gave these prisoners the number of the sexagenary branch, the torture room all night long, although it can not be compared with the fierceness of the time when Lai Junchen was in charge, it is also the punishment of Miki is all-encompassing, and the miserable howl is endless all day long.

Jinghui is not a cool official after all, he has a bottom line, he has already given these fierce gods and evil people in the prison a word, it is okay to use torture, but don't kill anyone, however, in prison, there are all kinds of forces, although he is Dali Temple, but he can't cover it with one hand, in just a few days, there are still a few people who were tortured but died tragically.

One of them is Shi Hou Miao, the governor of Chang'an, Di Guangyuan, the young secretary of Dali Temple, interrogated him for a day and two nights, tried him alive in front of his eyes, stretched out his hand to probe his breath, and confirmed that he was dead, and then waved his hand to order the cell head to deal with it.

The door of the torture chamber opened, and Jing Hui stood outside with his hands in his hands.

Di Guangyuan was slightly stunned, straightened out the official robe on his body, and bowed, "I've seen Siqing"

Jing Hui turned around and looked at him deeply, his expression was complicated, the young deputy in front of him, who was not tough but also did not bow down, was the eldest son of the prime minister of the dynasty, but he did not believe that the execution of Hou Miao was Di Renjie's meaning, it was obvious that he had taken a different path from his father, fortunately, this road did not conflict with himself, Qing Shui showed a rare smile on his face, "Dead?" ”

"Yes," Di Guangyuan replied with a smile.

Jinghui nodded, "Your Majesty's will has come down, Wei Chuhou is acquitted, you go and arrange it, and also dissolve the sinful karma."

Di Guangyuan disagreed, "This is the lower official, make merit"

Jinghui sneered, shook his head, noncommittal, and turned to leave.

Di Guangyuan saw him go away, his eyes were as resolute as iron.

"Master Wei, congratulations, you are free" The deepest part of the prison, and the driest place where there can be a glimmer of sunshine, is the thick prison of Wei, Di Guangyuan opened the rusty lock with his own hands and opened the door.

Wei Chuhou looked dazed, his lips trembled for a moment, and finally asked the question in his heart, "This little official, the old man has committed a great crime of disrespect, and he is also suspected of forming a party, how can there be a day of release?" But where is the fallacy? ”

When Di Guangyuan heard this, he couldn't cry or laugh, "Master Wei is too worried, you are enshrined in the family ancestral hall to carve your wife, that object is only white oak, not white sandalwood, you have been deceived and coerced, and you have taken the initiative to report it, Your Majesty Longen, forgive you"

"Is it really white oak?" Wei Chuhou was stunned on the spot, muttered to himself, let the jailer remove the handcuffs and shackles for him, and staggered out of the prison with Di Guangyuan.

There is a warm winter sun outside, the light is bright, Wei Chuhou covered his eyes with his hands, looked around, and saw his two sons running over, kneeling on the ground is a howl, the age is not young, but they are all buried in poetry and books, where have I seen such wind and rain.

Wei Chuhou stroked the top of his two sons' heads, showing a satisfied smile, remembering that they could come to greet him, someone must have informed him in advance, and turned his head and arched his hand to Di Guangyuan, "Thank you for being thoughtful."

Di Guangyuan smiled, if there is a deep meaning, "Bachelor Wei is poor and happy, Guangyuan admires, everything in the world, but go with your heart, Bachelor Wei's coarse tea and light rice, noble heart, it is better than jade plate delicacies, Bachelor Wei worships white oak, sincere in his heart, it is better than white sandalwood"

Wei Chuhou heard that there was a sound outside his strings, and there was a little puzzlement in his eyes, but also a little understanding.

Taichu Palace, Lintoe Palace.

Li Longji, the king of Linzi, watched the soldiers with blue peacock helmets shuttling and staggering through the window.

It's almost the Spring Festival, and the outside of the Lintoe Hall is still bare, with no silk silk flowers, no bright lantern towers, and no jubilant palace people.

"Your Royal Highness, in the final analysis, the case of white sandalwood was done by His Royal Highness the Emperor's heir in the Vertical Gong years, and the imperial heir does not know the whole picture, and it has nothing to do with you, so there is no need to worry too much" Li Longji's confidant eunuch Gao Yanfu was behind, and when he saw that he was depressed and lonely, he explained in a loud voice.

The corners of Li Longji's mouth twitched, with some sarcasm, "You can't die left and right."

The white sandalwood case happened, the emperor's heir and former ministers fell into the net, he was just worried, Feng Junheng escorted him into Beijing, and calculated that the conspiracy of King Luling could not succeed, he just regretted it, and he didn't take it too seriously, but Hou Miao's death gave him a huge psychological blow.

Not only that, the first traitor Wei Chuhou was acquitted, although this person is insignificant, but it is a matter of face, involving so many winged people in the Lintoe Palace, and he can still swagger out of prison with all his beards and tails, I can't help but say that this is a great blow to the prestige of the Lintoe Palace.

"Eat dry and wipe clean, nothing else" Li Longji held the vermilion lacquer railing hard, and the green tendons on the back of his hand jumped violently.

Yushan, Ordnance Supervision Workshop.

Quan Ce looked at the new firearms that Wu Chongmin and Du Xianyan had come up with, and was speechless for a while.

"Big brother, this, can't you?" Du Xianyan was a little reserved and inconvenient to speak, but Wu Chongmin didn't need to, he was sensible, and he followed Quan Ce's ass most of the time, taught by his words and deeds, in front of him, he didn't know what his face was, scratched the back of his head and asked directly.

"It's not impossible, it's just that this thing, maybe it's too big" Quan Ce calmed down and smacked his tongue, the wisdom of the ancients should never be ignored, the large firearm in front of him should actually be a combination of a trebuchet and an explosives bag, but the projectile period of the trebuchet was calculated, the length of the fuse was shortened, and the explosive bag could just burst when the projection landed, "Moreover, the explosive bag was exposed, and this wooden appliance was easily destroyed, and it was necessary to think a lot"

Du Xianyan frowned, "Then use copper and iron?" ”

Wu Chongmin lowered his head and gestured twice on the trebuchet, his eyes lit up, "Master, why don't you use copper and iron to make a wider pipe, wrap the explosives bag, and use the machine design of the bed crossbow to knock the explosives bag out?" ”

"It's just right, the county prince has a wonderful idea, it's better to be old," Du Xianyan approved.

Wu Chongmin was proud.

Hearing this, Quan Ce raised his forehead, this is probably the roughest manual artillery.

Wu Chongmin saw his reaction, and his pride disappeared, and he was stunned, "Big brother, do you think it's inappropriate?" ”

Quan Ce patted him on the shoulder, "Chongmin's idea is excellent, you can try it, but you have to be careful and don't take risks"

"Well, don't worry, big brother" Wu Chongmin nodded heavily.

The "master" Jedi hurried over, as if he had something to report, and Quan Ce walked away a few steps.

"Master, a few days ago, someone visited the mansion at night, and was taken by the people of Shazha Shu and escorted to Yushan, do you want to see it?"

"Oh?" Quan Ce became curious, and when he turned around, he saw that Wu Chongmin and Du Xianyan were already discussing something on the bed crossbow that he had just dragged, so he didn't alarm them, and went to a secluded thatched house near the workshop.

The "master" Sha Zha Shu bowed and took off the black sleeve from the man's head and removed the rag from his mouth.

The man struggled, squinting to see that the one who came through the door with the glare of sunlight was exactly what she was looking for.

"Kwon Lang-kun, save my father......"

Kwon Chae's eyes narrowed.

The dawn of the Tang Dynasty

The dawn of the Tang Dynasty