In the city, Zhao Li carried the holy decree and traveled day and night for several days, and finally arrived at the Junfu before dark on the eighth day.

What Junchen looked like when he was a teenager, he still remembers it very clearly. The twenty-year-old Junchen was more stable than the fourteen-year-old Junchen, and when he saw him, his eyes only lit up slightly, and he did not rush to him like he was a child, reaching out to him to ask for a gift.

Looking at him like this, Zhao Li didn't know whether to be relieved or distressed. In the years in Lincheng, the bastard boy has long lost the willfulness and recklessness of his youth.

Jun Chen's face was indifferent, only Zhou Shiren and Shen Cong'an, who knew him, knew that his pace was two points faster than usual.

"Uncle." Zhao Li patted him on the shoulder, his eyes moistened slightly: "Good boy, you have grown up, the last time we met, it was less than my shoulder, and now you are taller than me." Junchen thought about it and said seriously: "The water in the city is better than the people in the capital." Hearing this, Zhao Li burst into laughter: "I haven't seen you for many years, you bastard boy is still full of nonsense." "Everyone knows that the city is troubled, the climate is harsh, and all kinds of fights break out from time to time, and seeing blood has become a daily occurrence.

How could such an environment be more nurturing than a bustling capital? However, Jun Chen's expression was clear, and he didn't mean to deceive, Zhao Li was silent for a moment, and then said slowly: "I know that you have a knot in your heart, and you don't want to go back to the land of right and wrong, I won't force you." Junchen looked at him and didn't interrupt.

"You must have heard the purpose of my visit this time, if you don't want to, don't worry about anything else, and when I announce the decree as usual, you will refuse the decree as usual." Jun Chen lifted his eyelids and lazily glanced at the wooden box held by the person next to him: "Uncle will make an announcement." "Years later, the bastard's temperament is still unpleasant.

Zhao Li took out the holy decree from the wooden box, and regardless of whether Junchen knelt or not, he read it out to himself: "Fengtian carrier, the emperor's edict said, Junmen Junchen, the commander of the army for several years, stationed in the border city of Lincheng, many times to break through the enemy's continent, deterring the enemy meritorious, immediately named a general, ordered him to return to the imperial capital as soon as possible to perform the ceremony, Qin this." Junchen leaned against the door, standing tall.

From the moment Zhao Li announced his decree, he never knelt down, nor did he tremble his eyebrows. Like a sculpture, it was as if it had nothing to do with him.

The weather in Lincheng is unpredictable, a gust of wind hits, the hem of his clothes is flying and shaking, and he is the most eye-catching in the crowd in a bright red robe.

There was silence in the courtyard, and everyone was waiting for Junchen's choice. Prior to this, he had refused the Holy Decree from the Imperial City on more than one occasion, and countless envoys had suffered his losses but had nothing to do with him.

At this moment, no one believed that he would accept the order, Zhao Li was already ready to be rejected, and even thought about the words, just waiting for Junchen to 'resist the order'.

He finally moved, and under the gaze of everyone, he took the holy decree in Zhao Li's hand with one hand.

"Junchen, take the order." The raging wind in the courtyard came to an abrupt end, followed by the incredulous commotion of the crowd.

Although his attitude is careless, his acceptance is a fact. Zhao Li was rarely stunned, thinking that he was taking care of himself, and his heart was as uncomfortable as being blocked by a ball of cotton, and he had mixed feelings: "Actually, you don't have to embarrass yourself for me...... Everyone knows that he has an unusual relationship with Jun Chen, even if he is not his uncle, he is the only relative who will not be rejected by the Jun family.

The reason why the emperor sent him this time was because he was afraid that Junchen would refuse recklessly, and wanted to use his hand to put pressure on Junchen.

Now the result, maybe he really dragged Junchen down. Jun Chen didn't see half of the annoyance of being calculated, and a smile crossed the corner of his lips inadvertently: "This matter has nothing to do with my uncle, I owe someone." Zhao Li tightened his eyebrows and asked him, "Who?" Junchen shook his head: "Since it is a favor I owe, it has nothing to do with my uncle." The left sentence has nothing to do with him, and the other has nothing to do with him, if Zhao Li hadn't known that Junchen was such an unlikable character, maybe he would have been angry at this time.

The envoys stayed at Jun's house temporarily. At night, Junchen carried a pot of wine to the roof. Shen Cong'an stood on the verandah and looked up at him, and said with a smile: "When will you be able to change the problem of drinking and lifting the roof?" Junchen shook the wine jug in his hand, and his usual lazy face also locked his eyebrows: "I'm afraid I can't change it in this life." "Shen Cong'an is a literati, his martial arts are not as good as Junchen, he has to borrow the big tree next to him when he goes to the roof, although the process of going up is a little embarrassing, but the ending is good.

He snatched the flask from Jun Chen's hand and poured it into himself: "You are not as calm as you seem. "No one ever thought that he would accept the order, and no one ever thought that he would accept the emperor's arrangement so easily.

"Say, go back this time, but because of the prince?" He couldn't think of anything other than that.

Although it was Zhao Li who came here to pass on the instructions, with the temperament of Emperor Jin An, if he could not successfully recall Junchen back, he might be punished a little, but it was just painless, and he couldn't shake Zhao Li's position as prime minister at all.

Jun Chen didn't answer and asked: "You say, what is the current capital like?" Shen Cong'an thought for a while, and remembered Zhao Li's tightly locked brows: "Jiang Bowen covers the sky with one hand? Junchen stopped talking, and grabbed the wine jug from Shen Cong'an.

Shen Cong'an smiled and understood what he meant: "Are you afraid that the prince is young, and one day, Jiang Bowen will be dissatisfied with the status quo and attack her, right?" "As we all know, Jiang Bowen has won the trust of Emperor Jin An, and almost half of the court are his people, and once such a person goes crazy, very people can resist.

Even if he is the prince of the East Palace, he is only an empty name, and he does not have much real power in his hands. Recalling that when Qi Changrong came to the city, he really looked like a little sheep who was easy to bully, such a person in the capital was like a sheep in the wolves, only waiting for death.

Jun Chen tilted his head, a trace of sleepiness crossed his eyes, and he answered lazily.

"Zhou Shiren will come with me, and you will stay here to guard the city for me." Seeing that he was still lazy, Shen Cong'an was a little helpless: "Zhou Shiren can't control you." ”

"He can't control Lincheng, and the two of you must keep one of them." The smile on the corner of Shen Cong'an's mouth disappeared: "Think clearly?" Do you know what you're going to face when you go back? "The status of the general is the same as that of the third duke, even Jiang Bowen will be jealous of him.

There is no room for sand in that man's eyes, and there will be no less trouble when he goes back this time. Jun Chen said slowly: "So what, when are you afraid that I have seen it." He also wanted to do nothing, stay away from the smoke of the imperial city, and never set foot in the imperial city for the rest of his life.

It's a pity that he hates owing favors the most in his life, let alone saving his life. Since it was a life-saving grace, I went back and walked on a trip.

In the cold cell of Dali Temple, Bao Yimo, who used to be glamorous, is now like a water dog, his hair is like fluffy straw, and his jade-like skin is full of whip marks.

Her life in Dali Temple was not easy. Every day, different people would interrogate her. Whipping, or cannon branding, verbal abuse has become the lightest punishment.

They gave her a drug that made her not even have the strength to kill herself. She can't want to die, she can't live if she wants to.

The person in charge of interrogating her today is Jiang Bowen. I saw that she was dragged out of the cell by the jailer and tied to the cross, leaving a very clear blood trail on the ground where she walked.

Jiang Bowen raised his eyes and looked at it, his voice was full of coldness: "Bao Yimo, does the case of the loss of the test question have anything to do with you?" ”

"Who are your comrades?"

"What's in it for you to steal test questions?"

"Do you plead guilty or not?" …… Everyone who interrogated her asked roughly the same questions, which annoyed her.

No matter who came a few days ago, she either gritted her teeth and kept silent, or randomly fooled a few words and pleaded not guilty.

But today she is silent, not a silence that she will not admit to death. It's about measuring. Before being dragged out, she was doused with a bucket of ice water.

Her eyes were blurry, and she couldn't see Jiang Bowen's appearance clearly, so she could only judge her location from the source of the voice.

From the time she asked the last question, she received his instructions. Does she plead guilty or not? Plead guilty. Someone has to take on this responsibility in case those people continue to search and find something that shouldn't be searched.

"I do." Hearing these two words, Jiang Bowen subconsciously raised his head, and the emotions in his eyes could not be seen clearly in the gloomy cell.

After a long time, his voice was calm and said without any waves: "Bring the charge and let her sign it." Bao Yimo wrote his name with trembling hands.

People are afraid of death, and she is no exception, but this time she had to die. Jiang Bowen suddenly walked up to her and took away the charge with her name and handprint.

Bao Yimo clenched his fists, lowered his head and was dragged back to the prison by the jailer. Regarding Jiang Bowen getting the confession as soon as he came out, Yang Yishu and Wang Zheyan did not hide their differences.

They were the presiding judge for the first two days, and no matter what methods they used, coercion and inducement could not make her speak, let alone make her confess her guilt.

In this regard, Jiang Bowen explained: "When I interrogated her, she was beaten and dying, and there was no good place on her body. Yang Yishu and Wang Zheyan were skeptical.

However, after being frightened for nearly half a month, they can finally rest assured. Yang Yishu said: "Since she has confessed her guilt, tomorrow I will present the guilt to the heavens and let His Majesty decide." Wang Zheyan said excitedly: "I immediately took someone to copy Tianxianglou, I heard that Tianxianglou is so rich that it has gone into the treasury, presumably Your Majesty's face will not be too ugly." As soon as he said it, Wang Zheyan immediately said goodbye to the other two, and happily took a group of officers and soldiers to Willow Lane, Huajie, and copied the sealed Tianxiang Building.

Jiang Bowen just came out of Dali Temple, Bato was already waiting outside, the two walked side by side, walked to the carriage, Bato finally couldn't help but speak: "My lord, she ...... a silence" Jiang Bowen stepped on the wooden bench to get into the carriage, and said in a low voice: "I will definitely die." "No one can save her, no one can save her.