"Your Majesty, the minister only talks about the evidence of the crime, not about human feelings, and the trial of this case has been for a little and a half months, one person may be biting, but many people are biting one person at the same time, the minister does not dare to say that this person must be guilty, and please make a decision on your Majesty."

Su Beicheng, as a person who grew up fooling around with Yan Yunzhou since he was a child, is also a ghost, this matter is pinched in his hands, he and Dali Temple have become the center of firecrackers, and they will be pulled by all forces, and the one who kicks out the lawsuit will become the emperor, as long as the emperor is biased, then those old old-fashioned boards in the Yushitai will be upset for Yan Yunzhou.

There were rumors that General Zhou Mu was killed by Li Hong, the son of the household servant, and then there was the case of Wei Changqing, the son of Wei Ge Lao, who plotted to kill Yan Yunzhou, and now the saint has made a stupid move to embezzle the salary of the northern army to repair the emperor's pole hall.

Although Emperor Li Qi of Liangping has been on the throne for more than six years, he is obviously more than a little weaker than the first emperor's control of the court, and he has been trying to install his foreign family and cronies in the army, but because of the frequent military rebellions in the south, as well as the confrontation between Li Qi and Yan Yunzhou and the attitude towards the northern army, many generals in the court and him are not of the same mind.

In a few days, the court almost quarreled into a pot of porridge, after all, this case is really complicated, the person who investigated the case is Su Beicheng, the secretary of Dali Temple, his father is a veteran of the three dynasties, Su Taiwei, who was the emperor of the first emperor, and his sister is the current queen mother, Su Guifei has been favored for ten years from entering the palace, and before the death of the first emperor, he specially issued a summons to seal Su Guifei as the queen, and when today's son should be regarded as his mother.

And the person who was found out was the emperor's own uncle, the son of Wei Ge Lao, and the murder was the prince of real power, Yan Yunzhou, who was murdered, and the people involved in this case were extremely valuable, it seemed that they were discussing the case, but in fact they were pulling the forces of all parties.

Li Qi has also been very troubled in the past two days, and even called Wei Changqing to the Heart Cultivation Hall for interrogation, although Wei Changqing has repeatedly denied it, but Li Qi is really uncertain whether this martial uncle will really do such a stupid thing, because when Yan Yunzhou was still in the court, Wei Changqing was dissatisfied with Yan Yunzhou's prestige in the army, and he did have a grudge.

After arguing with the DPRK and China for a few days, Li Qi put his mind at ease, and now all parties are arguing, the so-called Wei Changqing's assassination of Yan Yunzhou will most likely turn into a confused lawsuit in the end, and he only needs to come forward to reconcile when all parties are tired of arguing, and Yan Yunzhou can only suffer this dumb loss in the assassination.

But he never thought that the court, which was now arguing with a stalemate, would be broken by General Yanbei's excerpt.

"Minister Shen Yangong invited Sheng'an, on the night of December 23, there was a Beimu Liukou raiding the village next to the military camp, Li Hong, Zheng Xian, Zhu Tiancheng... When others were supervising the army, they disturbed military discipline, left their posts without permission, and died in the military rebellion. ”

This letter made Li Qi's face pale, and the court hall, which quarreled endlessly every day, suddenly fell silent at this moment, and the old foxes who infiltrated the court smelled an unusual smell, who doesn't know that since Beimu was defeated by Yan Yunzhou three years ago, the entire northern territory is very stable, where did Beimu Liukou dare to attack the village at this moment? Raiding the village next to the barracks? Looking for death?

Li Hong, Zheng Xian, and Zhu Tiancheng were sent by His Majesty to supervise the army in the north in the first half of the year, all of whom were the sons of important ministers in the court, and most of the time has passed, even though Yan Yunzhou may not be happy in his heart, but nothing has happened in the past half a year, why are they all dying in the chaos of the rogue soldiers now? And it's not even dead that he has to be charged with disturbing military discipline and leaving his post without permission.

Now as long as people who still have brains know that General Zhou Mu's death is inseparable from Li Hong's people, His Majesty has not given an explanation for this matter for a long time, and Yan Yunzhou is not ready to endure it anymore, people are just killed like this, General Yanbei is a famous killing god, but in the end he is not a real madman, he is the son of a heavy minister, if there is no Yan Yunzhou's approval, he would not dare to play like this.

Tobe's face changed greatly, and in an instant, old tears were rampant:

"Your Majesty, there is something strange about this matter, the northern border has always been stable, how did there be a rebellion? Weichen's son has always been courteous and strict in military discipline, how could he disturb military discipline and leave his post without permission? Your Majesty, you must give Hong'er justice. ”

At the same time, kneeling down were Zheng Xian's father, Guanglu Doctor Zheng Feng, and Taichang Siqing Zhu Yu, the court that was still arguing endlessly, but at this moment it has become a place for them to cry and cry out for grievances.

There are already military generals in the DPRK and China who have said with a tiger face:

"Li Shilang shouted that he was wronged, but he was smooth, and he dared to ask the son of Li Shilang's family what military merits he had? Can you understand the arrangement of troops in the barracks? Why are you sure that he will not disturb military discipline and leave his post without permission? Could it be that Li Shilang thinks that General Yanbei will frame your son for nothing? ”

This news finally gave the generals who had been holding their breath for days an outlet for catharsis:

"Has Li Shilang ever been to the North? Have you ever blown that bloody wind? How do you feel that the north is so safe at this moment? ”

No matter how turbulent the court was arguing, the door of the Flame King's Mansion was still closed, closed to thank guests, and no one was allowed to come in.

In the past few days, the speed of Ning Qi's side has come up, with Yan Hewen's cooperation, there are now three more condenser tubes, which can basically realize streamlined distillation, and the distillate distilled in the previous distillation device is immediately put into the next distillation tube for distillation again, repeating three times.

In addition, Ning Qi set up a device to heat limestone, calcium carbonate will decompose into carbon dioxide and quicklime under heating, because the properties of quicklime are unstable, and it is easy to react with water in the air, so in order to ensure the purity of quicklime, Ning Qi can only put the quicklime that has just been generated into the last distillation flask immediately.

Under the action of quicklime, the azeotrope of 95% alcohol and water was purified again, and anhydrous alcohol was finally born.

Ning Qi looked at the familiar taste liquid in the bottle, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, he ordered someone to wash one of the distillation flasks, then poured water into the distillation flask, and heated it again, this time the condenser tube flowed out of the serious distilled water.

He proportioned it, and finally, he once again felt the familiar taste of 75% medical alcohol, and he took the medical alcohol he had just configured and walked into Yan Yunzhou's room.

Every day Yan Yunzhou changes the dressing at about this time, just right, today he used medical alcohol to disinfect Yan Yunzhou's wound, unfortunately, this time when he went in, he saw that the secret guard who reported the news to Yan Yunzhou last time was also there, and what he said was vaguely in the court, he immediately turned his head and was about to leave, but was stopped by the person behind him:

"Ning Gongzi, why are you hiding from this king? Come here. ”

Ning Ji touched his nose:

"I wanted to change the medicine for the prince, but since the prince is busy, I'll come back later."

This cautious look all fell into Yan Yunzhou's eyes, and he beckoned:

"Let's change it."

Ning Ji had no choice but to go over and untie Yan Yunzhou's clothes, Yan Yunzhou half-closed his eyes and spoke to the secret guard in front of him:

"Go on."

"Yes, the news of Li Hong's death today has been sent to the palace by General Yanbei's excerpt, the early dynasty has become a pot of porridge, Li Shilang refuses to believe that his son really died in the rebellion, the military generals in the DPRK and China are excited, and Li Shilang and Doctor Guanglu, Taichang Siqing quarreled with red faces."

Today's court is really lively, Ning Yi listened with his ears pricked up while untying the bandages on Yan Yunzhou's body, he still remembered what Yan Yunzhou said on the day he became ill, it was Li Hong and those people who killed General Zhou, he still remembered what he said at that time, he didn't expect that in just a few days, Li Hong and the others really died in the rogue rebellion according to the death method arranged by Yan Yunzhou?

Yan Yunzhou was only wearing a dark cyan robe, his black hair was scattered behind his head, when it was almost noon, he had always been in a bad spirit, so he simply closed his eyes to recuperate, and suddenly he smelled a pungent smell, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Ning Ji open a bottle:

"What is this?"

Ning Ji shook the bottle in his hand:

"This is called alcohol, it is practiced from wine, and it is best to use it to smear wounds before applying medicine."

Yan Yunzhou took it and sniffed it, his brows furrowed for a moment:

"That's what you're asking for so much wine?"

He doesn't understand what he is talking to Yan Yunzhou about sterilization now, so he changed to a popular method:

"Yes, wounds that have been disinfected with this do not fester."

"Lord Wang, lie down, it may be a little cold."

He untied the bandage on Yan Yunzhou's body, dipped a cotton swab made by himself in alcohol and smeared it on Yan Yunzhou's wound, the slightly cool touch made Yan Yunzhou frown slightly:

"That's the medicine you're talking about?"

The smell was really not very good, Ning Ji shook his head:

"Naturally not, it's just something that is used when changing dressings, and it can't be used as medicine."

In the past few days, he will occasionally change Yan Yunzhou's medicine, and his movements are already familiar, after changing the medicine, Yan Yunzhou suddenly stood up with the armrest, walked slowly to the table, and casually instructed Ning Jiao beside him:

"Grinding."

Ning Qi was stunned for a moment, and saw that Yan Yunzhou was already sitting at the back of the table.

"Does the prince want to write something?"

"On the fold, the court has been so lively these days, and this king always has to make it up."

He hasn't seen Yan Yunzhou write for so many days after coming to the palace, Ning Ji looked at the inkstone on the table, Moshi was a little timid, he was not interested in all the literary and artistic things that danced and made ink since he was a child, and he could only roughly remember the order of Taoyue's grinding a few days ago, and he had to add water first.

He looked at the side with a small spoon, scooped a spoonful of water from the pen wash containing the water on the side and put it into the inkstone, Yan Yunzhou looked at the whole spoonful of water and was stunned for a moment, thinking that Ning Blame had misunderstood what he was going to write a tirade, so he spoke:

"It's just a few sentences of excerpts."

Ning Qi didn't understand what he meant, seeing that the big inkstone was not covered with water, it was another spoonful of water to put in, this time Yan Yunzhou didn't understand him, how could he use so much water to grind ink in a few sentences? Immediately, he saw the fine ink on his table, and then he understood, presumably it was an itchy hand:

"The ink here is not bad, when the king finishes writing the excerpt, Ning Gongzi can sit down and practice calligraphy, speaking of which, this king has not seen Ning Gongzi's ink treasure."

Rather... What? What's his treasure? Calligraphy?

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Ning: Is my old cockroach crawling about to be exposed?

The next chapter of the prince quacks and kills, so stay tuned

Chapter 25 Lord Wang, this is my own cursive script

Ning Qi finally reacted to the meaning of Yan Yunzhou's words, and looked down at the inkstone, is this too much water? Let Yan Yunzhou mistakenly think that he wants to use his ink?

After that, Ning Qi didn't do anything, just grinding ink like a machine, and his wrists were sore, Yan Yunzhou looked at his really awkward looking posture and was a little surprised, but suddenly remembered that the person who came to the newspaper before said that Ning Wenhong didn't seem to have specially invited a master for Ning Qi, and he was far away in Zhuangzi, so naturally it was impossible for Ning Qi to go to the study to study with other young masters in the Hou Mansion, so Ning Qi hadn't been in contact with these things?

It's not right, this person still reads picture books from time to time, so there is naturally no problem with literacy:

"Okay, Mo is just right like this."

Ning Ji breathed a sigh of relief, and finally shouted to stop, Yan Yunzhou dipped the pen in ink, Ning Ji tilted his head slightly, the hand holding the pen seemed more distinct, and there was a sense of resolute strength, Ning Ji couldn't help but imagine the pen as a scalpel in his mind, and if Yan Yunzhou's hands held a scalpel, they should also look very good.

A few rows of words like iron paintings and silver hooks fell on the slightly yellowed fold, just like Yan Yunzhou said before, he really only wrote a few sentences on the fold, and even the long words that the courtiers habitually like to greet were only reduced to four words: "Minister's Respect, Sheng'an".

Yan Yunzhou looked up and saw Ning Jiao staring directly at his hand, he thought that Ning Jiao was interested in the pen in his hand, so he raised his hand and handed the pen over.

"If you like it, ask the housekeeper to send some ink to the past, I remember that there are two brushes, come, do you want to practice calligraphy? I haven't seen your handwriting yet. ”

This fine pen and ink, especially the one written by famous artists, has always been precious, and has always been something that some literati pursue, and he thought that Ning Yi would like it.

Ning Blame suddenly raised his head:

"Huh? No, I don't like to write. ”

Ning Yi only said such a sentence dryly in a hurry, what are you kidding? His handwriting didn't scare Yan Yunzhou over.

Yan Yunzhou saw that he was a little embarrassed, and believed his previous guess even more, and his heart was a little soft-hearted:

"You grew up in Zhuangzi, and there is no famous teacher to guide you, it doesn't matter if the words are poor, no one here laughs at you, just write."

After speaking, he handed the brush to Ning Qi, Ning Qi tasted his words, thinking about it, it is estimated that the original owner has not read any books, and the words are estimated to be no better, Yan Yunzhou has already stood up at this moment, and pulled Ning Qi's wrist with his hand, he is a person who practices martial arts, the strength in his hand is not small, and he used a skillful force, Ning Qi was pressed on the chair as soon as he saw the flower, is this a posture that can't be written without writing?

He looked at the paper in front of him, and then looked at Yan Yunzhou, who had to hand him a pen to write, and for a moment seemed to see his mother who forced him to learn calligraphy when he was a child.

Yan Yunzhou stood on the edge of the table, his eyes fell on the paper in front of him, and then, he saw a ghost tick appear on the fine silk paper.

Ning blames the pen smoothly, and does not pause during the period, it looks quite popular, but the word... It can be described as annihilated, and it is very problematic to use people who are not used to brushes to control the pen, so if you are honest and honest, the words must be more ugly than the old cockroach crawling, so he simply wrote down the cursive script of his medical practice for many years and the exclusive secret.

Although he is a senior science student, he also has a certain understanding of the so-called calligraphy, and art is eclectic, so he writes cursive, and if Yan Yunzhou finds out the words of the original owner in the future, it is also very reasonable to find that it is not right, after all, cursive is art, how can art be the same? What I want is to be unique, and I would rather speak out sincerely:

"Lord Wang, this is my self-created cursive script, what do you think?"

It's not that Yan Yunzhou hasn't seen smooth cursive writing, but can this thing also be called cursive? What do you think of him? He looked like he was drawing a ghost talisman, but looking at Ning Qi's deep pupils full of serious looks, there was no joke at all, and he couldn't help but sigh a little in his heart, that Ning Wenhong is not as good as a capable subordinate to this son, Ning Qi has no teacher to guide since he was a child, and naturally no one has seen him write on Zhuangzi, maybe he really thinks that his self-created cursive is not bad?

Ning Yi bowed his head slightly after speaking, looking a little embarrassed and embarrassed:

"Lord Wang, you also know that I don't have a famous teacher to guide me, so I have practiced a lot of kinds by myself, this is one of them, do you want to read other cursive scripts?"

Who says one person's notes are one kind? In this cursive script, he can write as many kinds as he wants, and if he finds that the handwriting is different from the original owner, then it is said that he tried a different way of writing, anyway, he has no teacher, how to write is not his own decision?

Yan Yunzhou stared at the word for a moment and immediately waved his hand:

"No need."

Seeing Ning Qi's somewhat embarrassed appearance and afraid of hurting his self-esteem, Yan Yunzhou paused and spoke again:

"There is a master who is good at calligraphy and painting in the palace, if you want to practice as much as possible, you can let the housekeeper find it for you, and you still have to follow the steps of writing all the way, this cursive is too early to practice."

After Yan Yunzhou finished speaking, he walked back to the recliner with the table, and when he looked at Ning Ji's Mobao more, his eyes hurt, but he didn't see a smile in the eyes of the person behind him with his head down, Ning Ji immediately put down the pen, he was not interested in practicing calligraphy.

The calm in the palace of the flame king and the waves in the court can be described as a stark contrast, yesterday General Yanbei's letter completely broke the peace in the court in the past, and the one in the palace has been a little relative in the past few years of his ascension to the throne, but at least on the surface it is peaceful.

Emperor Liang Ping sent the people in the army to the north Ping Ping stayed in the north for more than half a year and nothing happened, even gave Yan Yunzhou a prince of the Hou Mansion who was close to the head of the river as a male wife, although the Yan Wangfu had a negative attitude, but in the end this marriage was still done, it was said that Yan Yunzhou was seriously ill, and the courtiers gradually leaned towards the present side, after all, no matter how powerful Yan Yunzhou was, he would not live long after all.

But this series of things, the palace is forcing Yan Yunzhou too tightly, this time the clear-eyed people in the court can see that the death of General Zhou Mu is inseparable from Li Hong's people, this Zhou Mu is not an outsider, he is an old general who has followed the King of Xianyan for the longest time, he defended the country on the border, fought all his life, and was Yan Yunzhou's teacher in his early years, he died in the hands of a few sons and brothers sent to the north by His Majesty, not to mention Yan Yunzhou, even the 120,000 soldiers in the north also want an explanation.

The assassination on the street, coupled with Zhou Mu's death, coupled with His Majesty's embezzlement of military funds in the north, the palace is pressing step by step, and General Yanbei asked for the lives of Li Hong's sons and brothers with a single letter.