After the dispersal of the dynasty, the imperial history of Taichung, the grand occasion is unprecedented.

Sent to the Yushitai Prison, not only Wu Jin, but also He Feng who discussed the crime together, in the front hall of the Yushitai, sat Fu Yan in the Imperial History, Qiu Kai, the secretary of the Criminal Department, and Yang Ying, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple.

Different from the dead silence of Zichen Hall this morning, the tea cup was placed on the saucer, making a crisp sound, Yang Shaoqing hid his face and coughed lightly, turned back frequently, waiting for the subordinates who went to Wu Jin's house to collect evidence to come and go, Qiu Shangshu looked sideways at the window, a small window, pretending to be a withered scene, he took a deep breath, I don't know when the sun will set.

This day is really difficult.

Fu Yan was even more uneasy because of Wu Jin's "unfair" words, and he couldn't help but have a headache when he thought that Mo Lingfeng was still being imprisoned in the prison house, and he was also a tricky person.

The three of them were silent, and a sound of footsteps sounded from the courtyard, and a leading attendant Yu Shi rushed in, holding a newspaper in his hand: "Zhongcheng!" for the court to come out of the hands of the newspaper. ”

Fu Yan took it in his hand and saw that this was not a newspaper of the court, but a tabloid newspaper for the newspaper to be copied privately.

Kyoto Bookstore, the ear report is fast, especially in the early court all kinds of disputes, often go faster than the legs of the officials, less than half an hour, will get into the ears of the bookstore, such as Dongfang Quan's impeachment of his son-in-law, etc., will be reported the next day.

Today, Wu Jin died to advise His Majesty, the courtiers were secretive, and the court newspaper had not yet been compiled, but the bookstore still got the news from the inner probe, and in just two hours, it was quietly sent everywhere from the newspaper bag by the pen of the book, resorting to tabloids.

Fu Yan swept it at a glance, and saw that there was a sentence on it, "The wind knows the grass, and the board knows the Chengchen", and "snapped" the tabloid on the small table.

Qiu Shangshu leaned over, stretched out his arm, pinched the corner of the tabloid, dragged it to himself, opened it and took a closer look, only to see that Wu Jin wrote the folds, not a word fell, the number of court sticks, a lot of sticks, Mo Lingfeng's reputation, the peak turned around, and rumbled again.

It's just that there is no section of the emperor's anger, and the confrontation between the king of Wei and the crown prince has faded.

After he saw it, he gave it to Yang Shaoqing.

After Yang Shaoqing saw it, the three of them fell silent again.

Trial, how to judge?

The matter has come to this point, the government and the opposition are in an uproar, and when the tabloids spread everywhere, it is even known to the world, and if they unjustly kill Wu Jin, they will be stinking for 10,000 years.

The seizure of tabloids is even more impossible.

Behind the tabloid, it is not a simple bookstore, there are often marching officials, princes, and vassal kings in it, swaying the people's hearts, stirring up the storm, and the tabloids have been repeatedly banned, so it is so.

Fu Yan raised his head and closed his eyes, and after a while, he opened his eyes, his gaze swept over his colleagues, and said in a deep voice: "I know that you are unwilling to cure Wu Jin's sin in your heart, and I also admire him, but it is Your Majesty who wants to punish him, you have been vague for these three days, and you can't be vague in front of Your Majesty's eyes, and after three days, if you can't hand over the file that Your Majesty is satisfied with, we also have to embellish it, and say something unpleasant, what is the use of your name?" ”

Qiu Shangshu picked up the teacup and looked at the sharp tea leaves floating in the teacup: "Our three divisions are serving a bowl of rice, Your Majesty said that it will be tried, regardless of whether there is an inside story or not, it will be tried, but how to judge?" Who starts the trial? Who is behind the conspirators? ”

He took a sip of tea and asked himself: "Wu Jin is in a coma, and if he can't be tried, then he can only interrogate General Mo and cover up the old feelings, but General Mo's little woman, if she can do such a great work, she won't spit out a word, in addition, she can also push it to the same party, then she has to be tried - His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and King Wei." ”

There was silence in the room again.

Interrogating this road seems to be a dead end with no exit - no one will come to bear this accusation of instructing Wu Jin to die and be charged with disrupting the dynasty.

Fu Yan pinched the mountain root hard, and said angrily: "Wu Jin said that Yushitai is unfair, at this time, I really want to be unfair." ”

Yang Shaoqing put down the teacup: "I want to investigate the evidence of the crime of the king of Jiyang County, I can't take it into account, after you agree, I will come again." ”

With that, he couldn't wait to get up and take his leave.

His time is far more urgent than interrogating Wu Jin in three days - he must sit on the evidence of the crime when the emperor still can't take care of the king of Jiyang County, live up to Wu Jin's painstaking efforts, and take the opportunity to rip off the tumor of the clan.

If His Majesty is at ease, this matter will be difficult to handle.

Wu Jin's admonition was deafening, but after all, he fell into the quagmire, whether he was upright or not, it was all in the thought of his father.

The relationship between the emperor and the clan relatives is very complicated, on the one hand, the emperor wants to borrow a knife to slowly figure it out, and on the other hand, he does not want to be separated from the clan relatives.

He strode out of the imperial history platform, the sedan chair man lifted out the sedan chair, pressed down the sedan chair pole, the entourage lifted the curtain, invited him to get on the sedan chair, he stepped over the sedan pole, was about to bend over, suddenly saw a person in front of him, wearing a green official robe, walking forward.

He saw that the person in the green robe seemed to be the attendant of the Hanlin Academy, who seemed to be the testimony of Mo Lingfeng, and couldn't help but stop, and suddenly walked by a few students in shirts, and walked towards Qi Chang head-on, several people exchanged heads and ears, and when they met, one of them spat in his face, threw the tabloid in front of Qi Chang, and scolded: "Villain! ”

Qi Chang's pale face turned red instantly, and he stretched out his hand angrily to grab this student, but the students had already smeared oil on the soles of their feet and ran fast.

He hated to wipe the spit from his face, raised his foot and stepped on the tabloid, crushed it vigorously, walked away, walked out three or four steps, walked back again, picked up the tabloid, tore it into several strips, walked to the corner of the wall to the fire tank, and threw the tabloid into the water.

Yang Shaoqing shook his head secretly, got into the sedan chair, and rushed to Dali Temple.

After he left, Qiu Shangshu also went back to discuss with the staff, Fu Yan stayed in the Yushitai duty room, and couldn't think of a good way, and only ate a few bites of lunch because of something on his mind.

The sun of autumn and winter can not last, as soon as noon passes, the sky turns cloudy, the gate of Yushitai opens to the north, and after the cloud, it adds a layer of gloomy color.

Fu Yan had no clue, sat in the room and roasted the fire, and it was not until the end of the day that he took the tabloid from the case, ordered the two supervisors to follow, and entered the Yushitai Prison.

Wu Jin was locked in the first room, Fu Yan stood at the door, stood with his hands in his hands, his face stuck between the two fences and looked in, and saw Wu Jin lying on the ground, his clothes were fading, and the flesh and blood on his waist, hips and legs were blurred, and the jailer was also afraid that he would die in prison, and he was coarsely sprinkled with a layer of gold sore medicine.

Wu Jin's face was like white paper, her eyes were closed, her eyelashes did not tremble, and there were tooth marks and blood stains on her lips, and she was unconscious.

Fu Yan asked the jailer, "Haven't you woken up?" ”

The jailer hurriedly stepped forward and replied: "I didn't even snort, do you want to invite a doctor?" ”

Fu Yan shook his head: "There is no will, don't be good at making claims." ”

After reading it, he continued to walk inside, when passing by He Feng, He Feng sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and recuperated, and when he passed by Xiao Dou, Xiao Dou raised his head and chuckled, as if he was mocking, and it seemed that he was just in a good mood.

Fu Yan ignored this smile and walked all the way to the outside of the house.

The door of the fine house was closed, and a jailer was guarding the door, and when he saw Fu Yan coming, he stepped forward to salute, Fu Yan waved his hand, walked forward, knocked on the door and asked, "General Mo, are you resting?" ”

Mo Lingfeng's voice came from the retreat as usual: "Okay." ”