Chapter Seventy-Two: Adults and Flexible

Lin Jian's mouth was half open, a little unbelieving his ears.

He thought that Master Shangshu asked him to come with a name post, and he was kind enough to invite him over, which could be regarded as giving face to the Fuguo Mansion. But I didn't expect that people didn't accept this favor, and even made disrespectful remarks.

"Look at what the prince said." Lin Jian sneered, and said with a smile: "How dare you easily suspect Grandpa Guo." It's not a good person who reported it personally, so we had to go on a trip. ”

Cui Wanyan's expression on his face softened slightly, and he said softly: "If that's the case, I also ask the Ministry of War and Jing Zhaoyin to do official business." All you need to do is inform you of the date of the trial, and the father will go to confront the other party face to face. ”

This kid, why don't you give people a step down at all!

I heard that Fu Guogong is a stubborn person, but this child inherited his father's temperament.

Lin Jian was annoyed in his heart, but his face was still kind: "Since Grandpa Guo refuses to go today, the lower official will go back to Lord Ming Shangshu." After speaking, he stood up, bowed slightly, and was about to leave.

Cui Wanyan was by his side, and said, "Please inform Lord Shangshu, it's not that my father refuses to go." The government strictly abides by the laws of the country and does not dare to make any mistakes. The assassination of a senior member of the imperial court is a major matter, and please submit it to the three divisions for trial, even if it is only Jing Zhaoyin's trial, it can be done officially, and there is no need to be kind enough to cover up and connive. ”

Although his voice was elegant, it contained the immaturity of a young man, and Lin Jian, who boasted of being a high-minded man, had a red and white face, and he only promised to leave, and his heart fluctuated for a long time.

When Lin Jian conveyed Cui Wanyan's words to Wang Xuanhu, the secretary of the Ministry of War, Wang Xuanhu's face was not very good.

"Look......" He turned around and looked at Zhang Shuo, who was sitting on the other side of the table, hesitating.

The dignified third-grade member was extremely respectful to a person in cloth, and Lin Jian, who was watching below, lowered his head and raised the doubts on his face.

Zhang Shuo's face remained unchanged, he lowered his head and sniffed a cup of hair, without raising his head.

Lin Jian understood in his heart and hurriedly said goodbye. Zhang Shuo took a sip of tea and said lightly: "The regent expected this to be the case, I don't know if Jing Zhaoyin's side, if the case is really tried, can Cui Xu be convicted." ”

If the case is really tried, then there is no way back.

Although the Auxiliary Duke has lost power now, he still has prestige in the hearts of the people. In particular, his daughter died because she served the imperial court, which was on the cusp. Now if he becomes a defendant, Jingzhao Mansion will not be surrounded by the people.

In this case, it is difficult to do tricks.

Wang Xuanhu frowned and said in a low voice: "Forty percent sure." ”

"Only forty percent?" Zhang Shuo was displeased, "This time the opportunity is rare, but it is only forty percent?" ”

Repeated, apparently very dissatisfied.

The inexplicable Wei Huailin died, and the inexplicable Cui Xu happened to be at the scene, and there was someone to testify, what a good opportunity, how did Jing Zhaoyin do things.

"That's right," Wang Xuanhu cleared his throat and said: "The murder weapon that committed the crime was not used by Cui Xu, but it happened to be a knife, so it can be used to some extent." Moreover, the witnesses only found Cui Xu next to the corpse and did not see him move, and his body was also spotless and there was no blood, so they ......"

"That's why it's only forty percent." Zhang Shuo laughed suddenly, "Lord Wang, ......" He looked like he wanted to say something, his finger clicked on the table, and said slowly: "Lord Wang has been serving the imperial court for more than ten years, why don't you know how to be flexible." ”

After he said this, he continued to laugh and stood up, smoothed the folds in the placket of his clothes, and walked out with his feet up.

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