The sun is getting fuller, the inside and outside of the Zichen Hall are full of golden light, Wu Jin's voice is drumming in the hall, reaching the outside of the hall, not sharp, not harsh, clear and moist, which makes people respectful.

The dead hearts of the ministers finally set off a little wave, surging silently in the hall - they read poetry and books, wrote all the world's feelings, and gained a firm foothold in this turbulent court by supreme means, but sighed because of Wu Jin's "martyrdom".

Although he died nine times, he still did not regret it.

This insignificant restlessness was immediately noticed by the emperor on the golden platform.

His anger was only suppressed, not dissipated, the Ninety-Five Supreme, no one had ever disobeyed the will of the Son of Heaven, and now he was stabbed directly by Wu Jin, and the anger of thunder had brewed in his heart.

He concluded that Wu Jin was coming out for Mo Lingfeng, and it was more likely that he was coming out for the prince, so that the people of the world would think that "this seat is not worth it", and the so-called "martyrdom" is just a high-sounding statement!

Who else is Wu Jin's accomplice?

His eyes swept over his two sons and courtiers like a falcon, and his eyes were like carving knives, carved into them, making them involuntarily, frightened, and terrified from the bottom of their hearts.

The emperor finally looked at Wu Jin, and there was only one thought in his heart: "Kill him!" ”

Father and son are connected, or the conspirators are connected, or the King of Wei is in order to be able to fight with the prince here, and tends to welcome the holy will, solemnly arched his hand: "Your Majesty, since Wang Jinghua drummed, Bachelor Wu has jumped up and down in the court, disturbing the inquiry of the Imperial Historical Observatory, all because the two have a deep old relationship, and now Bachelor Wu is cunning, and he admonishes His Majesty, and his heart can be punished, please ask Your Majesty to judge Bachelor Wu, take away the official belt, and the staff is eighty, in order to set an example, and then mention the three divisions for the same trial." ”

It is an insult to take away the official belt, and the rod of the court is eighty, and the one who is tortured will be tortured to death.

The king of Jiyang County knelt on the ground, and a smile unconsciously appeared.

Wu Jin is dead, only if he dies, everything that happened in the early dynasty today can be arbitrarily whitewashed, and he can also be unscathed in this dispute.

He Feng of the Hanlin Academy looked at Ji Xiang with his residual eyes, his expression was solemn, Ji Xiang noticed his gaze and shook his head slightly.

The three Hanlin Bachelors respected Ji Xiang, and since Ji Xiang shook his head, He Feng had to swallow all his words back.

The emperor said coldly: "Wu Jin, if you confess at this time, you can be exempted from eighty rods!" ”

Wu Jin raised his head and looked at the emperor: "Your Majesty, now there are greedy and incompetent people in the court, Lu Yilizhen, talented people, sitting in white heads, and many stigmatization of clan relatives, still bad,

Your Majesty must not leak the net and swallow the boat, listen to the rumors, observe the government, cut the mess, clear the fields, can solve the financial poverty of the treasury, and the right way——"

The emperor's eyes were nailed to Wu Jin's body, his hands were in his sleeves, clenched tightly, listening to Wu Jin's resolute and peaceful voice, he threw an inkstone placed on the plan in front of the throne to the ground: "Drag it out, fight!" ”

Wu Jin is really speaking for the Mo family, and he is ridiculing him for plotting to steal the wealth of the Ten Continents is a crooked way!

When the forbidden army standing inside and outside the main hall heard this, the four of them stepped forward, and the Zichen Palace, which had never heard the sound of iron, sounded the sound of impersonal armor.

The two forbidden soldiers, one left and one right, bent down and stretched out their hands, passed under Wu Jin's armpits, and worked hard to lift him up, and the two people in the rear stepped forward, took off the long wings on his head, took off the music book and wat board, untied the leather belt, peeled off the official robe, and placed it on the ground.

When he was about to go out with Wu Jin, Wu Jin threw his arms, broke free from the shackles, and was only wearing a white middle coat, not shaking, not staggering, not trembling, steadily, walking towards the temple gate, stepping over the threshold, and stepping into the bright light.

Today's sky is really good, the towering golden light, through the layers of white clouds, contaminated with the condensed water vapor in late autumn and early winter, turning into bright colors, shining on the colorful forbidden palace, falling on the dark torture bench, so that the torture bench floats with a layer of warm light.

Wu Jin's gaze crossed the torture bench and crossed the palace wall, but the delicate mountain flowers he had seen in front of him, green weeds, gurgling water, and gentle smoke could emerge in front of him.

He has encountered the best in the world, kissed the spring breeze for thousands of miles, embraced the sincere fire, and a heart hides a burning passion that no matter how much pen and ink can't write, how can the palace wall trap it.

Under the brilliant golden light, the wind entered the room, brushed his face, he leaned over the torture bench, no matter how many pairs of eyes stared, how many ears listened, he was calm, but his hands were tightly clasped on the edge of the torture bench - still reluctant, but life was enough.

The forbidden army stepped forward, one left and one right pressed Wu Jin's shoulders, and one raised the torture staff.

The chestnut wooden cane, wrapped with iron sheets, fell on Wu Jin's waist and back, and when the cane went down, it made a dull sound.

Wu Jin only felt a huge pain hit, and a cry of pain surged out of his chest, sprayed through his narrow throat, and disappeared in his clenched teeth.

"One of the rods."

"Two."

"Three."

The sound of reporting and the sound of the rod came into the hall together, but after a few rods, the bloody gas had already spread into the hall, and the corners of He Feng's eyes were wet, and he had tears, and hurriedly lowered his head to cover it.

He is also a bachelor of Hanlin Academy, and he reads the same books and acts as Wu Jin, but he does not dare to do the same thing as Wu Jin.

Wu Jin has countless reasons to compromise and go along with the same thing—his family is poor, his parents are still alive, and his life is at stake, but he hasn't made a single mistake.

Some people in the hall are gloomy, some people are happy, the sun outside the hall is bright and bright, but the hearts of the executioners and the tortured are very quiet, accepting the doomed death.

Wu Jin's skin was open, the white middle coat had become a bloody coat, the blood repeatedly soaked the clothes, the whole person was like falling into hell, and by the time he reached the twenty rods, his mind had already been dim, and he thought in confusion: "Will the orange be sour?" You should have tasted it first. ”

One cane after another, the corners of Wu Jin's mouth began to bleed, not the blood on his lips and tongue, but the blood gushing out of the damaged internal organs.

If you continue to fight, it will be Da Luo Jinxian, and you will not have the skills to return to the sky.

He Feng, who was in the main hall, suddenly stepped out of the queue and bowed his hand awe: "Your Majesty, Liang Zhen is bitter, Wu Jin is quite outspoken, there is a mistake, and he should not die." ”

The small ripples that were already surging, after he came out of the ranks, became more and more turbulent, like the wind blowing water and the wind blowing paper, although there was no uproar, but it was also deafening.

As soon as King Wei was about to open his mouth, the emperor raised his sleeves and scolded: "He Feng goes out and discusses the crime together!" ”

He Feng's face was gloomy, he took off the black gauze hat on his head, placed it on the gold brick, and withdrew from the main hall.

Before he stepped out of the threshold, he suddenly heard Ji Xiang's voice behind him, turned his head to look, and saw Ji Xiang coming out: "Your Majesty, Taizong's edict asks for direct advice, don't kill the person who wrote the book!" ”

Immediately afterwards, the civil officials of the left class, one after another, came out of the ranks, imploring the emperor to open the net and let the emperor give up the court staff.

The coerced emperor became more and more furious, and smashed a reward bottle on the case again.

The reward bottle and the gold brick resonated crisply, and when the aftermath was around, in the middle of the Wang Jue column, someone suddenly walked out with a wat board in his hand, and arched his hand: "Your Majesty, Zichen is the place where the scriptures are sitting, Wu Jin's bad minister, his fate is here, and his name is raised, and he argues with him, and it is also a loss of heavenly authority. ”

This person is solemn and calm, and he easily does not say anything, and he is the father of the queen, Ming Yuangong.