The forbidden palace is depressed, the hearts of people outside the forbidden palace are fluctuating, and there is another noisy noise.

Qi Chang is not a fifth-grade official and cannot participate in the Chang Dynasty, but the edict of the fourth watch fell into his ears early.

He is a villain in the imperial edict "The general humiliates the villain", since Wu Jin's death, he can't eat, can't sleep at night, and walks around every day to find out the news.

Only now did he realize that he not only could not rise step by step with King Wei, but also became a prisoner.

Taking advantage of the fact that the early dynasty was not yet dispersed, he was full of bitterness, walked to the corner gate of the Wei Wangfu with heavy steps, and knocked on the corner door.

After a few sounds, the servants of the Wei Wangfu came to open the door, and the subordinates opened their mouths to scold, but when they saw the green official robe on him, they held back their foul mouth: "Who are you?"

Qi Chang didn't give up, pushed away the subordinate, raised his feet and stepped into the threshold, his hind toes tripped on the threshold, and he fell to the ground with a "pop".

The subordinate was startled, and just as he stretched out his hand to help him, he had already gotten up on his own: "Tell you lord! Something is wrong!"

"Big ......" The subordinate was just a rough servant, and he didn't dare to ask more questions, nor did he dare to delay, so he hurriedly ran inside and invited Shujing to come.

Shujing hurried over, saw Qi Chang's appearance, stepped out of the corner door with an arrow step, glanced out, and saw that there was no one around, so he retreated and closed the corner door with a "snap".

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a smile: "Waiter Qi said, you are an official, you don't need to go through the corner door to meet the prince, just post a greeting post from the front door."

"Excuse me?" Qi Chang had no master, he didn't pay attention to his words, and reached out to grab his sleeve, "Where is the time to get a prayer post now!" Didn't the prince say that it was foolproof? How did it come to this? The three divisions will triage, what should I do now?"

The smile on Shujing's face disappeared, his face was solemn, he grabbed his wrist, pulled it hard, and threw it aside: "I can't understand a word of what Qi Shi said, you better leave as soon as possible, Hanlin Academy is the private of the Son of Heaven, and the prince never intersects with it, so that people can see it, and there will be turmoil in vain."

Qi Chang looked at him hesitantly, slowly understood, and shivered in the wind: "Why are you ...... You are not afraid ......."

Aren't you afraid that he will say that it was the King of Wei who instructed him during the torture?

Shu Jing took a deep breath and sneered, "What should the prince be afraid of?"

He stepped forward to open the corner door and stretched out his hand: "Waiter Qi, please."

Seeing Qi Chang standing in place, he supported the door with one hand, and beckoned to the subordinates on both sides with the other, and the subordinates swarmed up and hugged Qi Chang out.

The door closed loudly again, and the snow on the roof was shaken, slid down, and fell on Qi Chang's head and body.

Qi Chang went from head to toe, from the outside to his heart, and he walked blankly in the extreme cold, and began to run wildly after a while.

Running home in a hurry, he leaned to the door frame, bent down and let out a large cloud of white air, brushed away the servant's hand, went straight to the study, and eagerly burned everything suspicious.

He knew that he was guilty of accepting bribes and tampering with files, and that his crime would not lead to death, and that the unforgivable crime was to falsely accuse Mo Leaf, but he still wanted to burn it—what if he could turn it back? He can't let that get his way.

The firelight rose in the courtyard, the pieces of paper turned to ashes, and his face turned red in the light of the fire, and his mind turned over and over again, all about how to save his life.

Bending to tricks or being instigated?

Or do you want Mo to spare your life?

He racked his brains, thinking that every method was feasible, every road could be taken, and when he thought about it, he couldn't.

Why did Wu Jin die?

Isn't he afraid of death?

Qi Chang's expression was very blurry in the firelight, a little bit of water flashed, and he couldn't tell whether it was cold sweat or tears, and even he didn't know whether he was regretting or hating.

He thought in a trance: "I heard that Wu Jin is seriously injured, and it is not easy to survive, will Your Majesty still use him?" It will definitely still be used, and it may be moved to a place like Lingnan...... Does he know that his death will kill me?"

Thinking of the word "death", he couldn't help but shudder, and heard the rooster announcing the birthday outside.

Is it already the hour?

Scattered early?

He forced himself to calm down, and when the fire was completely extinguished, he scooped out of the water tank a scoop of water with thin ice to wash his face and hands, ignored the breakfast prepared by the servants, went back to the house, changed into a coarse cloth shirt, put on a turban, and went out of the door.

He was going to see Wu Jin.

When the edict was issued, Wu Jin must have returned home from Yushitai Prison, and he wanted to ask Wu Jin for an idea and let him give him a way to live.

Wu Jin is kind-hearted and will definitely help him.

The sky has been bright, the sky is no longer gloomy, the early dynasty has dispersed, you can see the official sedan chair everywhere, and there are students gathered together, stretching out their arms and legs like monkeys, screaming and laughing.

He squeezed through the crowd and could hear that they were cheering—it turned out that many great things had been born in the early dynasty, and His Majesty had issued several edicts for the benefit of the country and the people, and the students thought that this was a victory, a victory that they had obtained by using the pen as a knife and coercing the emperor.

But what does this have to do with him?

The person who captured him must have been on the way, and he had to hurry up to Wu Jin's side.

This urgent mood reminded him of many years ago by the Shuo River, he was a mule to explore the sand of the Shuo River, every step was like walking on the tip of a knife, and when he saw Wu Jin, he was in the same mood as now, standing by his side urgently.

At that time, Wu Jin was still a teenager, and when he faced the leaky foreign merchants, his expression was still a little timid and weak.

But Wu Jin finally stopped for him and reached out to pull him.

He had forgotten what Mo Lingfeng looked like at that time, and wanted to be as arrogant as he is now, but he remembered Wu Jin's every move clearly.

He couldn't walk, there were more and more people, some people stood on a high place, unfolded a volume of articles, and read it with a lot of anger, what "the people of the world, no noble or low, are all His Majesty's people", he listened to it in his ears, and didn't think about anything.

In this chaos, a familiar figure suddenly flickered in front of him, it seemed to be Wang Jinghua, and it didn't seem to be.

In his memory, Wang Jinghua, whether he has a father or not, is well-dressed, with a big mouth, a pair of puffed eyes, and jumps around like a toad, but the one in front of him is unkempt, unclothed, and a shoe on his feet has fallen off, and his face is blue from the cold, and he is sobbing in the wind.

It looks like he's been beaten up.

The two servants held him between them, half-dragging and half-dragging him out of a way, and he had already struggled and screamed, muttering at this time, his voice hoarse, and it was difficult to hear what was being said.

Qi Chang quietly curled up and hid in the crowd, his eyes staring at Wang Jinghua, Wang Jinghua was dragged and swaying, his expression was blank, and only one mouth did not stop.

Qi Chang knew what he was talking about.

"It's not me, it's King Wei, it's not me......

It's not like Wang Jinghua is talking, it's like he's talking.

In the chaos, suddenly someone staggered and staggered, dodged the servant, hit Wang Jinghua, and stumbled away, the servant scolded, and continued to take Wang Jinghua to Dali Temple Prison, at this moment, Wang Jinghua suddenly fell to the ground with a "bang".

Qi Chang was drifting through the crowd, and when he noticed that something was wrong, his eyes suddenly widened, looking at Wang Jinghua who fell to the ground.

Wang Jinghua was covered in blood!