There was a murder in the temple and it was under the imperial city, which made Emperor Qingwen very angry, under his nose, the security in Kyoto was so poor, isn't this a slap in the face! So Qingwen ordered Dali Temple to investigate the case strictly.

But on the other hand, he was afraid of Cao Bingye, who was far away in the northwest, so he pressed the case again and again, and was not in a hurry to go to court, he was waiting for news from the northwest border.

"Madame don't have to be anxious, Gongzi Cao will be fine." The young man spoke slowly: "I'm waiting for news from the border today, and Cao Gongzi is safe at present." ”

"Mr. Zhuzhou is saying that as long as my husband wins a big victory, Lang'er will be fine?" Mrs. Cao wiped the tears from her eyes: "Although Lang'er is lazy and does things a little bit on weekdays, he is really timid, and he doesn't have the ability to kill people, who framed him!" ”

Meng Zhuzhou touched the fan in his hand and placed it in his palm and knocked it twice: "Madame is cautious." ”

"Please rest assured, sir, I'm only going to say it here." Mrs. Cao's attitude was respectful, and she picked up the teapot in her hand and added tea diligently: "There are only you and me here, please tell me clearly how to catch the murderer of my son!" ”

The young man leaned sideways slightly, his black hair fell from his shoulders, and a few strands of broken hair fell sporadically on his cheeks, and his expression was indifferent and compassionate, which made the whole person reveal a cold meaning: "The murderer is easy to catch, but it may be difficult to find out the real murderer behind the scenes." ”

"No matter what the cost, I must catch the murderer who framed my son!" Mrs. Cao was emotional: "I can't let my son be wronged in vain." ”

Meng Zhuzhou pursed his bloodless lips, and he said: "It's easy to catch the murderer, but Cao Gongzi's sister is still in the palace, and Madame should think twice before doing things." ”

"Sir, are you saying that this matter has something to do with the people in the palace?" Mrs. Cao's eyes widened, she clenched the handkerchief in her hand, and her expression was entangled: "How is this good, Yuqin is still in the palace..."

She is entangled in her heart, with her precious daughter on one side and her heart and liver on the other.

"If you want Concubine Hui to have a better time in the palace, I suggest that Mrs. Cao hold it down for the time being."

"That's all there is to it now." Mrs. Cao's eyes were stunned: "Thank you Mr. Zhuzhou for reminding me today, if I hadn't reminded me, I'm afraid I would have made a big mistake because of my son's heart." ”

Meng Zhuzhou was silent, he was silent for a moment and said: "General Huaiyuan was kind to Xia in the past, if Madame still needs to help, just send someone to Zizhuxuan to find him." ”

Mrs. Cao got up to personally deliver the bamboo boat.

"Madame stops, there is a fear that someone will be watching in the dark." Meng Zhuzhou rolled up his sleeves and lowered his voice: "It's better to be careful." ”

......

Out of General Huaiyuan's mansion, Meng Zhuzhou was helped into the carriage by the accompanying little servant stone, and he covered his mouth and coughed heartbreakingly.

"Sir, I told you not to go out so late." Shi Nu pouted and said unhappily: "The evening breeze of the spring night is still cold, and you will be sick again when it blows like this, in case... In case of recurrent heat, what can be done with the stone. ”

Meng Zhuzhou patted the stone on the head: "You don't have to worry too much about me, I know my body." ”

After speaking, Meng Zhuzhou began to cough again, his pale face flushed abnormally red, and the stone on the side hurriedly poured a cup of warm tea and handed it to Meng Zhuzhou.

The warm tea went down his throat, and Meng Zhuzhou only then eased up, his eyes drifted to the carriage window, and he whispered a person's name: "Ling." ”

A black shadow appeared silently in the carriage, and his presence was astonishingly weak.

"Check this person." Meng Zhuzhou handed a piece of paper to Ling's hand, and the white paper and black words were amazingly bright in the dim light.

Ling looked down and saw the name on the paper - Jiang Xia.

The name is ordinary and unremarkable.

At the same time, the atmosphere in the Ministry of Shangshu was depressing.

Wei Xian, the secretary of the ministry, held an inch-long wooden board in his hand and slapped it fiercely on Wei Liao's body.

"Master, don't fight, don't fight, if you fight like this again, Liao'er will be killed by you!" The graceful and gorgeous lady ignored the image in front of Wei Liao and protected him to the death.

"Get out of the way!" Wei Xian was angry: "Otherwise, I will fight you together!" ”

"Sir!" She took two more steps forward: "Liao'er, your son, is not an enemy!" You have the ability to fight with me! ”

"Mother!" Wei Liao knelt down and stepped forward to block in front of Mrs. Wei, he bowed his head and said, "It's the child who did wrong, but the father punishes him." ”

Mrs. Wei glanced at the inch-long wooden board in Wei Xian's hand and then at her son who was kneeling on the ground, but she resolutely refused to let go.

"Are you all dead!" Wei Xian glanced at the group of servants who were standing still: "Take Madame away!" ”

On one side is the lord and the other is the lady, but the lord is in charge of their life and death, so the lady is sorry, and after several sturdy servants looked at each other, they stepped forward and pulled Mrs. Wei away.

The onlookers who watched Wei Liao's family law were not only these subordinates who served him on weekdays, but also his aunts and brothers and sisters.

The board hit his body, no matter how painful Wei Liao was, he just felt faceless, and he could even feel that those people were gloating and laughing at him.

Aunts, those brothers and sisters, don't look at their usual care for him, in fact, they want him to die.

"You know you're wrong!" Wei Xian was extremely ruthless, and a board could be heard on Wei Liao's body.

"Child..."Wei Liao bit his lip and said, "I know my mistake." ”

Wei Xian kicked Wei Liao to the ground: "Get out of the ancestral hall!" ”

"No one is allowed to see him without my command!" Wei Xian threw away the plank in his hand and turned away angrily.

Wei Liao, who was holding on, fell to the ground, and let his mother hold him and cry.

This time the incident was a calamity, but he was also to blame, he was drunk and didn't know what to do.

In fact, the most important thing is that he has a relationship with Cao Lang's kid.

...

Now that the situation in the court is treacherous, Wei Xian, who is the secretary of the ministry, once he stands in the wrong position, the collapse of their Wei family will be an instant thing, so Wei Xian is angry that his unsuccessful son Wei Liao is actually involved with Cao Lang!

If Banzai had the heart to say something, wouldn't he be tied to Cao Bingye in the same boat!

Wei Xian kept pacing in the study, he was a jinshi in the second year of Qingwen, that year was the second year of Emperor Qingwen's ascension to the great treasure, and it was also the year when the most famous 'Pang Zhong case' occurred since the founding of the Ming Dynasty.

He still remembers that day was the sixteenth day of the first month of the second year of Qingwen, Kyoto was crowded, almost all the people in the city gathered at the entrance of the vegetable market, people did not spontaneously go to the street to celebrate the Lantern Festival, not to mention the emperor and the people to have fun, please come out to watch the gorgeous lanterns, but Emperor Qingwen wanted to publicly execute a group of criminals.

At that time, he had just arrived in Kyoto, and he was unfamiliar with the place, and he was surrounded by the crowd and crowded at the front.

It's not fun or fun to watch the killings, but the people are here, and this kind of 'pomp' is rare.

Wei Xian watched as those important members of the court who were high in the past knelt at the entrance of the vegetable market, waiting to be slaughtered like pigs and sheep.

The sky in Kyoto was gloomy that day, including the whole spring of the second year of Keibun.

The Pang Zhong case involved more than 30,000 people sitting in a row, and he only remembered that the carriages carrying corpses from the entrance of the vegetable market to the mass graves were rushing out every day, which lasted for more than a month.

As late as July and August, Wei Xian seemed to be able to smell the stench of rotting corpses in the air that permeated the city of Kyoto.

He was afraid, he was afraid that Cao Bingye would be the second 'Pang Zhong'!