On the sixteenth day of the lunar month, the temperature dropped suddenly.

As soon as the day dawned, Dongshun Street in front of the Dali Temple was under martial law, and every three steps on both sides of the road was an official who held a long soldier, standing straight, with a serious face, which made people so afraid.

The early vendors were driven aside by the official messenger and gathered together to watch the excitement.

"I've been setting up a stall here for more than a year, and I've never seen such a big battle."

"I guess it's the big man up there who made a mistake."

"Such a big battle, can't it be a master above the third grade?"

"Don't listen to him, the battle is not because of the offender, but because of the person who tried the case. My nephew was on an errand in Dali Temple, and said that the lord of the cabinet was coming to try the case today, and they were busy until midnight yesterday. ”

"Didn't your nephew sell charcoal in Changshoufang, when did he go to Dali Temple on an errand?"

"Look at what you said. My nephew was on an errand for the government, and the ones he sold were all fine silver filigree charcoal, which burned without any smoke at all, and was specially supplied to the imperial court. Do you think it's the black charcoal burned in your kang, not to mention the blackened wall, even your old face has been smoked and discolored. The little old man who spoke rubbed his two hands that were a little red from the cold wind in the early morning, but his expression was full of pride, and when he saw the people around him laughing, he deliberately lowered his voice again, and said mysteriously, "My nephew was busy until the third watch last night before coming back, saying that it was cooling down today, and Dali Temple temporarily wanted a large amount of silver silk carbon." I heard that Gu Xiang was coming. ”

The expressions of the onlookers suddenly became clear.

Although these street vendors can't tell what the cabinet is, and they don't know what Gu Shihai's official residence is in the court, they know that the Gu Mansion's mansion is the most luxurious in Shengjing, and the Gu family's carriage is the most magnificent in Shengjing. is so arrogant at the feet of the Son of Heaven, he must be a big man who covers the sky with one hand in the court.

When Ye Tianhuai arrived at Dali Temple, it was already past Chenzheng, and the officials who presided over the trial and attended the jury were already in place. Ye Tianhuai's auditor was on the left hand side of the chief judge, and Gu Shihai was sitting on the right side corresponding to her.

This is her first time to Dali Temple, and the hall of the trial is much smaller than she imagined, but the layout can be described as exquisite and attentive. Each chair with pear blossom wood armrests is arranged as a warm chair, and a small brazier is placed in the drawer under the seat to warm the whole chair. In the tea bowl on the case is Yizhou's gourd tribute tea, known as the Yizhou Tea King, and one dollar can be worth a year's harvest of a farmer.

Ye Tianhuai sat on the warm and comfortable seat, sniffing the fragrance of tea on the tip of his nose, and couldn't help frowning.

Where is this Dali Temple, it is like a warm pavilion in the harem.

"Your Majesty, Pavilion Elder, my lords, since the hour has come, then the Weichen will begin." The presiding judge is Lu Wenxu, the secretary of Dali Temple, who has been sitting in this position for five or six years, and although he has no merit in five or six years, he has no fault, and he has his own set of ways to be an official.

Gu Shihai turned his head sideways and nodded a little impatiently, and Lu Wenxu began the three-division trial.

After Li Wenqing disappeared, Ye Tianhuai sent palace guards to check his whereabouts, and was rewarded that he had returned home to recuperate. Ye Tianhuai asked Taiqing Pavilion to write an urgent letter to his hometown Lianghua to ask the local magistrate, but there has been no reply so far.

But Ye Qianhuai did not have any expectations for this urgent delivery. If her guess is correct, Li Wenqing did not return to his hometown at all, and he did not even get sick.

At the feet of the Son of Heaven, where the principles of heaven are clear, there are people who can be rampant enough to rob the ministers of the four grades of the imperial court on the street.

Ye Tianhuai felt ridiculous.

Therefore, she attaches great importance to this three-division triage.

Li Wenqing must have known something that made some people restless, and he did not hesitate to take risks to prevent him from participating in this trial.

All the mysteries will be revealed in this trial.

Dali Siqing slammed a striking shot, calling Ye Tianhuai's thoughts back, and she heard Lu Wenxu shouting imposingly beside her: "Take the suspect!" ”

Several figures appeared in the dazzling sunlight outside the hall. Amid the sound of heavy chains, a gray-haired old man walked slowly towards the lobby under the escort of two officials, one on the left and one on the right.

The three of them turned against the light, far away, and couldn't see clearly.

Ye Tianhuai narrowed his eyes slightly, and unconsciously tightened the corners of his mouth.

The old man slumped into the lobby, and his face appeared in the daylight.

The face of the Chinese character, the eight-character eye, and a brown old age spot under the right eye, the color is not dark.

Ye Tianhuai's eyes suddenly dilated, and she gasped silently, only to feel that her ears were buzzing like a thunderbolt.

Because of this face she knew.

To be precise, she knew her in her previous life.

In his previous life, after Lu Yanchen returned to his hometown, Taiqing Pavilion re-elected a person to be Ye Tianhuai's emperor.

Named Song Zhe, born in Yizhou, fifty-six years old, it is said that he was selected from the great Confucianism of Zhenxue, but in Ye Tianhuai's memory, he was just a sour old man who read the book according to the book, and he did not have any real talent.

He served as a gentleman for Ye Qianhuai in the Wenxuan Hall for three months, and Ye Qianhuai felt bored and didn't go to class anymore.

Ye Qianhuai still remembered his appearance clearly.

The face of the Chinese character, the eight-character eye, and a brown old age spot under the right eye, the color is not dark.

Even though he was described as withered at this moment, his sideburns were messy, and he was shackled on his hands and feet, Ye Tianhuai still recognized him at a glance.

Under the emperor's burning gaze of disbelief, the old man in shackles knelt down obediently and hung his head.

"Wang Lisong, this time the three divisions will be tried, the blue sky and the white sun will be on the sky, you must answer the matter asked by the official truthfully, and you can't hide a word, and the court will never wronged you." Lu Wenxu's voice was particularly majestic.

"Sinner, thank God." After the old man finished speaking, he kowtowed.

Ye Tianhuai just stared at him straight, his eyes were like turning from the scorching sun to the cold winter, cold like today's weather.

The interrogation in the court was very smooth, Lu Wenxu was kind and seductive, and "Wang Lisong" pleaded guilty and surrendered to the law.

Ye Tianhuai didn't hear a word.

She thought differently, how the great Confucian Song Zhe in the previous life was transformed into a literary school wine Wang Lisong in this life.

If it weren't for someone in the previous life, someone in this life would have to hide from the world.

Ye Qianhuai's mind also flashed such a thought, could it be that someone in his previous life tricked Wang Lisong into Wenxuan Hall with a different identity?

However, this idea was quickly dismissed by her.

Not to mention that in the previous life, when Song Zhe gave Ye Tianhuai a lesson in the Wenxuan Palace, Wang Lisong should have been locked up in prison. Even if Ye Tianhuai didn't notice that Wang Lisong was acquitted, and Taiqing Pavilion wanted to send him to the palace to be the emperor's master, there was no need to go to great lengths to arrange a fake identity.

What's more, with what Ye Qianhuai has seen and heard in the past few days, since Wang Lisong dares to write books and speak and bluntly criticize the imperial court, how can he be a straw bag gentleman who reads the book when he is the emperor's teacher?

So there is only one possibility.

The "Wang Lisong" in front of him is fake, and it is Song Zhe who has assumed the identity of the literary school sacrificial wine.

Wang Lisong has been making sacrificial wine in the literary school for more than ten years, and he came from the Chinese Chentai Semi-Literary School, even if he has not taken a class on sacrificial wine, it is impossible not to recognize the appearance of sacrificial wine.

However, the whole interrogation turned out to be so smooth and quiet. It seems that the one kneeling there is the real Wang Lisong.

The corners of Ye Tianhuai's eyes couldn't help but tremble. The silver filigree in the warm chair below her was still burning, but she felt a chill down her spine.

Ye Qianhuai suddenly understood why Li Wenqing would say that he was ill, and what made him unable to attend the three-division trial.

Because this trial is a big show, a play for Ye Tianhuai to watch alone, in this scene, except for Ye Tianhuai, the audience, everyone else is an actor.

She quietly looked at the ministers in the hall one by one.

Among these people, there are the second assistant of the current dynasty, the secretary of the criminal department, the secretary of the Dali Temple, the doctor of the imperial history, and the important ministers of the humerus in the six departments.

Ye Tianhuai clenched her hands under her sleeves, and at some point, her palms were already full of sweat.

From her previous life to this life, she always felt that although the courtiers were not very honest and honest, most of them were still loyal pillars.

Until this moment, she suddenly realized that perhaps what she had seen was just a flowery picture, and under the picture, there was the truth of the bones.

Now, she has inadvertently lifted a corner of this picture scroll.

Fear rose in Ye Tianhuai's heart.

Even when the rebels entered the city and killed themselves in her previous life, she had never had such fear.

At this moment, she sat there, only feeling that there was a false grand scene behind her, and in front of her was a pitch-black abyss, and the abyss was filled with a dangerous aura.

How deep that abyss was, she didn't know.

Ye Qianhuai listened to the whole trial in a daze.

"Wang Lisong" pleaded guilty and was dismissed and exiled to Leizhou, Gu Shihai, as the deputy assistant of the cabinet, drafted the decree on the spot, and sent Ye Tianhuai to personally approve this procedure.

Ye Tianhuai looked at the grass edict handed to him, paused, and said: "I didn't carry the seal with me, so I drafted it and sent it to Jingshou Palace, and I stamped the seal and then asked Taiqing Pavilion to send a document." ”

Gu Shihai glanced up at Ye Tianhuai with some surprise, and saw that her expression was as usual, so he lowered his head again and said, "The old minister has the order." ”