Everyone present felt that Ji Fanxue was saving his iron-clad brother-in-law.

But Song Hanzhang didn't appreciate it at all, didn't look at Ji Ploughing Snow, and knelt on the ground stubbornly, without any sign of backing down.

The evidence of corruption in the Ministry of Officials was presented by the staff in the hands of the prince, and the news came strangely at that time, Xie Yan hesitated for a moment and wanted to suppress it, but Song Hanzhang thought that the corruption was too big to be concealed.

Unexpectedly, Wu Shangshu's righteous daughter Zheng Shuyi died violently, and the imperial heir was stillborn.

The emperor was angry that Wu Shangshu was corrupt and perverted the law, but he took pity on Zheng Shuyi's old feelings, and actually let go of Wu Hongshen, who had conclusive evidence of the crime, and ordered him to go back to strictly investigate his subordinates and atone for his crimes.

Within two days, Wu Shangshu submitted a complete self-examination report, in which the list was half-true and half-false, but the house deed and land deed were both in the silver account book, and the crime was undeniable.

Yan Ruoqing is on the list, and there are still a few ministers who support the prince!

The Imperial City Division was like a yin possession, and he was arrested in Shangjing.

For this reason, Song Hanzhang blamed himself, and handed over the fold several times to express his feelings, and Ji Fuxue criticized Emperor Zhu every day, it was impossible not to know.

He sells favors now, I don't know who to show it?!

Xie Yan knelt down, "Father, the son thinks that what Hanzhang said is reasonable. His expression was indifferent, and his face was still pale from the beginning of the cold.

The emperor's face was gloomy, but he was a little hesitant in his heart. He looked at his favorite son, and for a moment he couldn't decide.

On one side is the criminal minister who has been imprisoned, and on the other side is the prince who cries out for the minister.

The old emperor subconsciously glanced at Ji Xue and wanted to ask the opinion of this capable general.

Ji Fuxue's eyes swept over Yan Su who had fainted on the ground.

The emperor suddenly had an idea, cleared his throat and said: "Even if it is thoroughly investigated, it is a fact that this person assassinated me, there is no need to say more, long strategy-"

"Humble duty!" Meng Changce's face flashed with anger, and the lancet on his waist reflected the cold light.

"The assassination of the daughter of Yan Deputy Shi is seen by everyone, and the crime is unrecognizable, so it ...... Dispose of it according to the law of the girder. After the emperor finished speaking, he sighed, "I'm tired, so let the ministers take care of themselves." ”

"Father!"

"Your Majesty!"

The emperor ignored the shouts, brushed his sleeves and left, Concubine Rong supported the emperor, and gave Xie Yan and Song Hanzhang a warning look when she turned around.

Meng Changce got the order, picked up Yan Su in a hurry and left.

The master was gone, and everyone below breathed a sigh of relief. The Imperial Garden was still eerily quiet.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, Little Marquis." Ji Fanxue smiled and arched her hand towards the two, "The two of you, please get up." ”

……

"Does it still hurt?" Song Qinghui took Ji Fangxue's hand and carefully sprinkled the gold sore medicine.

After the Imperial Garden was dismissed, she directly pulled Ji Fengxue to the Imperial Medicine Workshop.

"A little injury, it's out of the way." Ji Fuxue shook her head and looked at Song Qinghui's busy figure intently.

Song Qinghui moved gently, cleaned the wound, applied the wound medicine, and wrapped it again.

"Thank you just now." Song Qinghui said sincerely.

Ji Fanxue's eyes flashed, "Thank me for what?" ”

"If it weren't for you, I'm afraid Your Majesty would be angry with the Song family." Song Qinghui sighed softly, she knew her brother's stubborn temper.

If it weren't for the snow season, this matter would not have been so easy to conclude.

"That'...... What does Ah Yan want to thank you with? Ji Fuxue suddenly pulled her into his arms.

"Huh?" Song Qinghui fell on him unexpectedly, and the other party's cold fingers pinched her jaw.

The medicine shop was quiet, and the people under Ji Zhangyin were waiting outside the door.

Ji Fanxue's eyes were like ink that couldn't be dissolved, and the strong desire swept in his eyes.

"Want this, can you?"

His fingertips tapped inquiringly on Song Qinghui's lips.