Bai Yueguang, the stand-in for Prince Sick Jiao

In the evening, the palace issued an imperial decree: Wei Xiu, the commander of the imperial guards, and Gu Baiyan, the secretary of the Dali Temple, were ordered to leave for Tongzhou immediately, and all powers of King Jing were cut off.

As soon as this decree came out, everyone had different thoughts.

The evidence of King Jing's treason was solid, so he should be directly demoted to a commoner and escorted back to Beijing, but His Majesty kept his title and only sent people to surround King Jing's mansion.Everyone speculated, could it be that His Majesty is still thinking about brotherhood?

Cai Qi also couldn't understand, so he walked into the study instead: "Father, what do you mean Your Majesty? Could it be that you don't believe that Fu Mingjue will rebel against you?"

Cai Yuan stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, and said in a calm voice, "It's not that I don't believe it, but that I don't give up. Although Fu Mingjue has been at odds with His Majesty these years, he is indeed a hero to Dayan. Fu Mingjue has not pleaded guilty yet. , Your Majesty will naturally not depose him."

"But this matter was originally. How could he admit to such an unnecessary crime?"

Cai Yuan smiled lightly: "It's good that he doesn't plead guilty, so that this thorn can stick in His Majesty's heart for a long time."

Cai Qi didn't quite understand this: "Father, in your opinion, what will His Majesty do with Fu Mingjue after he returns to Beijing?"

That day in Guiya Valley, it was Ji Shuyu who personally searched out the evidence of Fu Mingjue's conspiracy from Liu Shu, and the stolen goods were also captured.

If only Song Yinian and Zhao Guanglin were present, this scene might not be realistic, but Ji Shuyu was sent by King Jing'an.The Ji family has always maintained neutrality in the court, and Ji Youhuai is absolutely loyal to His Majesty. With Ji Shuyu's testimony, the charge of treason is firmly on Fu Mingjue's head.

As it was written, a drop of water suddenly smudged on the rice paper, and the smudged ink spread around, blurring the original handwriting.

The candlelight in the study was dim, and Ling Youyao was sitting where Fu Mingjue usually sat. Although she had a book in her hand, her mind had already drifted far away.

"Yes."

The situation was similar to what Ling Youyao had expected. Although the evidence of treason had been handed over to the imperial court, Fu Mingjue hadn't pleaded guilty yet, so His Majesty probably still had some doubts, otherwise the imperial guards guarding outside would have broken into the palace long ago.

"Now Xia Cheng is trapped in Xuanyu Camp, Jiang Liu is in prison, and Jiang Zhou is also—"

He remained motionless, as if an old monk had fallen into a trance, the bright red love letter was reflected in his black eyes, like a knife, stabbed hard into his eyes, blood dripping.

But Zilan said: "The princess doesn't know something. There is a strange technique in the world that can change a person's face. Although it is called face-changing, the servant thinks this method is more like face-changing."

The surroundings became quiet again, the dim lights reflected on the side of Ling Youyao's face, her long eyelashes drooped in deep thought, then she took the pen and wrote down only one word
At that time, in Chengming Hall, the candle flames on the bronze chandelier flickered slightly, and the rich ambergris mixed with the smell of medicine lingered in the entire hall, making people a little breathless.

Ling Youyao's eyes darkened slightly: "If that person is not Jiang Zhou, why didn't you find anything abnormal when you checked the corpse?"

Obviously not convicted yet, but went to jail first.
Tears fell drop by drop, soaking the rice paper, and the wish of "grow old together" was a little blurred.

face change?

Zilan pursed her lips in deep thought, and said, "Wangfei, have you ever heard of the art of disguise?"

"First, Jiang Zhou betrayed the prince; second, the person is not Jiang Zhou, but the slaves think that Jiang Zhou will never betray the prince."

The night outside the window is rampant, King Jing's Mansion is surrounded by Imperial Guards, Jiang flows into prison, Xia Cheng is escorted back to Xuanyu Camp, and now only Zilan stays by Ling Youyao's side.

Zilan replied: "Your Majesty sent Imperial Guards to guard outside the palace. The slaves have looked around. In addition to the heavy guards at the front gate, there are also people guarding the back gate and the southwest gate. There are about a hundred people. In addition, the Jinlin Guards surrounded the Xuanyu Camp. No one is allowed to In and out, Jiang Liu was imprisoned in the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice and has not yet been sentenced."

At this time, there was a knock on the door, followed by Zilan's voice: "Princess, the servant is back."

Director Li came in again with the warm medicine, and reminded softly: "Your Majesty, it's already late at night, should you take the medicine and go to bed earlier?"

Ling Qingyan said that after Fu Mingjue was brought back to the Yamen, he didn't say another word, facing all the criminal evidence, he remained silent.Song Yinian did not dare to punish him, so he was locked in a cell in the yamen, guarded by Liangzhou guards.

Afterwards, she said: "I know about this matter, you go down first, everything will be discussed after the prince returns to Beijing."

Cai Yuan rubbed his index finger, thought for a moment and said: "Your Majesty intends to have the three divisions interrogate, which means that His Majesty will not kill him, then there is only one result left—"

She didn't like reading books, but after Fu Mingjue left, she would always come to sit in the study, read the books he had read before, and write carefully like him.

Ling Youyao was taken aback, she knew about plastic surgery, but she didn't expect that there would be such a person with such superb medical skills at this time, maybe Sun Fuzhi would know something about the face-changing technique.

She put away her things, opened the drawer under the desk, stuffed the rice paper in, and then looked at Zilan: "How's the situation outside now?"

Speaking of this, she suddenly stopped and looked at Zilan seriously: "According to the news from Tongzhou, the prince killed Jiangzhou himself. Do you think this is true?"

"My lord will never do that," Zilan replied firmly, "I have heard from Jiangzhou that the lord will protect him every time he is in danger. I don't believe that my lord will kill him, and neither will Jiang Liu." .If you want to say that, there are only two possibilities—”

"I've heard that, but the ordinary disguise technique is just to cover the face with a layer of human skin, and if you check carefully, you can still find flaws."

Ling Youyao suppressed tears and tried to make her voice sound calm: "Come in."

"Which two?"

Fu Xiuyun sat behind the desk with a sickly gray complexion. On the desk was the criminal evidence submitted by Song Yinian. He just stared at it from evening to late at night.

In fact, their characters are already very similar, if you don't look carefully, you can't tell them apart.

She held the pen, covered her right hand with her left hand, and wrote the poem he often read stroke by stroke.

What's more, at this time, Wei Xiu and Gu Baiyan have already left the city, and Fu Mingjue will return to Beijing in at most two days.

Mr. Li stood there in a dilemma, and bravely said: "Your Majesty, the imperial doctor said that you have been overworked recently and need to be taken care of, you still—"

"Do you think Zilin will really rebel?" Fu Xiuyun interrupted him suddenly.

Manager Li's hands trembled, he hesitated, he didn't know how to answer: "It's said that people's hearts are separated from the belly, and the slaves can't tell."

Fu Xiuyun snorted coldly, and said nothing, the swaying light and shadow fell on his brow bone, casting a shadow, making him look more and more gloomy.

The heart of an emperor is unfathomable, and many evidences are in front of him, which will only further confirm the suspicion in his heart. After Fu Mingjue returns to Beijing, whether he will live or die is all in his mind.