Bai Yueguang, the stand-in for Prince Sick Jiao

At the end of April, a night rain washed away the residual redness on the ground, and the ink clouds after the rain piled up in the air, moving slowly, just like the prison car slowly approaching in the distance.

The imperial guards surrounded the prison car in the center, and the silver-white armor glowed with a cold light, which made people daunting, and they retreated to the sides unconsciously.

The man in the prison car was shrouded in shadows, and his expression could not be seen clearly. The heavy shackles shattered his arrogance. The man who everyone looked up to, now returned to the capital with a guilty body.

At this time last year, when King Jing returned triumphantly, the people of the city cheered and greeted him, and now the people still welcome him, but there is no cheering, not even a whisper, and the street is terribly silent.

Everyone watched Fu Mingjue silently, their eyes were either proud or hated, but most of them were indifferent.

King Jing, who once made great military exploits for Dayan, has now become a traitor who conspired against him. The incident happened too suddenly, but it was expected.

In the teahouse on the street, Cai Qi stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, watching the prison cart passing through the crowd, with a mocking smile on his lips: "In the past, I bowed my knees to him, but today he is trapped in a cage, unable to move an inch, it's really a turn of events! "

He laughed lowly, and a sternness flashed in his eyes: "King Jing has made a lot of military exploits for Dayan, how can he be so quiet when he returns now? Go, let them greet you well."

The subordinates got the order and immediately left the teahouse.

The prison car passed by the crowd, and Wei Xiu rode in front of the team. He felt the eyes of the people around him, and couldn't help but look back at Fu Mingjue who was sitting safely in the prison car.

The imperial decree only said to bring King Jing back to the capital, and if he didn't follow, he would be imprisoned and brought back, and the above did not say that he would be taken to parade through the streets.

Wei Xiu felt that Fu Mingjue was strange. He could come back in a carriage in a low-key manner. Who would have thought that when he was about to arrive in the capital, he insisted on entering the city in a prison cart, and made such a big noise. Isn't this justifying his charges?
Gu Baiyan rode beside Wei Xiu, and said, "General Wei, don't worry, he will arrive at Dali Temple soon."

He snorted coldly: "If he hadn't insisted on making such a fuss, we should have arrived long ago."

"It's true to say that," Gu Baiyan chuckled, "but the prince has never been in a prison car, so it's reasonable for him to try it."

Wei Xiu was speechless, everyone else avoided it, only Fu Mingjue hurried in.

When the team was about to cross the long street, a wailing burst out from the crowd: "His Royal Highness King Jing must have been wronged! How could he rebel? He repelled the Tatars and recovered southern Xinjiang. How much has he done for Dayan these years? It is impossible to rebel!"

One person moved, and others joined in one after another, all shouting: "King Jing will never turn against you, please be aware of it, Your Majesty!"

This louder cry resounded through the sky, and with the anger of having suffered an injustice for a loyal man, he screamed hard, as if he wanted to tell the emperor sitting in the Ming Hall: He has wronged a loyal minister.

Hearing these words, Fu Mingjue's eyes were extremely cold, and he said to Ji Shuyu, "Go and catch the leader, and don't let him escape."

"Yes!" Ji Shuyu pulled the reins and rode his horse to that side quickly.

Seeing Ji Shuyu rushing towards him, the person who shouted at first turned around and got into the crowd.

The people around were crowded together, and the team was trapped in the crowd, unable to move.The imperial guards did not dare to fight against the common people, so they could only shout angrily to tell them to retreat, but some people who were not afraid of death rushed forward desperately, screaming at the top of their lungs, and their eyes were red.

"Hurry up and let them calm down!" Wei Xiu cursed secretly, turned around and walked to Fu Mingjue's side, "Did you expect this to happen?"

Fu Mingjue straightened his robe, and said in a low voice, "If you have time to ask me, you might as well think of a way, how to calm them down."

"That's all for you!" Wei Xiu snorted coldly, drew his sword and rushed to the front of the team, "This case will be investigated, and anyone who stands in the way, beheaded!"

The people pushed each other, unable to hear his words at all, as if losing their minds, they rushed forward desperately.

Cai Qi looked at this lively scene, and sneered, "This is the real welcome, and it would be better if we see each other with some blood."

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden scream from the crowd below, and the bright and hot blood was particularly dazzling in the gray eyes.

Someone ran into the sword of the Praetorian and died.

The pool of lifeless flesh and blood was like a thunderclap on the ground, causing the already boiling crowd to explode in an instant: "Killed! Killed! The court killed—"

The panicked people fled in all directions, and their shrill cries were deafening, as if they wanted to turn the world upside down.

Wei Xiu looked back at the man lying in the pool of blood, his eyes became scarlet little by little, the veins on the back of his hands popped up, and the fire in his heart surged uncontrollably.

Gu Baiyan stopped him in time: "General Wei, this is the end of the matter, we should hurry back and report this matter to His Majesty!"

With today's incident, it is obvious that someone is secretly playing tricks, instigating the people to make troubles, in order to separate the hearts of the monarch and his ministers. It has to be said that the people behind it have malicious intentions.

Your Majesty hasn't abolished King Jing yet, and now that the trouble is like this, the joint trial of the three divisions tomorrow will be even more difficult
The man who died tragically on the street put an end to this farce. After Fu Mingjue was escorted back to Dali Temple, Wei Xiu and Gu Baiyan did not stop for a moment, and immediately went to the palace to face the saint.

After the people dispersed, the streets returned to calm and the city was strictly prohibited. However, the rioters just now seemed to have evaporated. They searched the whole city and found no one.

Ling Qingyan witnessed the whole process, and was so angry that he slapped the table: "The merits are so high, the people's will is what they want, they are trying to force His Majesty to kill the prince! Damn it, it's simply too hateful!"

Shen Xuhuai's eyes fell outside the window, and he said: "It's really stupid to ruin this good game of chess by being greedy for a moment."

Ling Qingyan was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

"After the interrogation by the three divisions, Fu Mingjue will be convicted. As far as the evidence is now, it is very difficult to reverse the case. Regardless of whether His Majesty will execute him or not, it is almost impossible for him to return to the past. He deliberately Returning to the capital in a prison van was precisely to make those people relax their vigilance, and as he expected, someone jumped out, and in this way, the original dead situation also had a glimmer of hope."

Shen Xuhuai withdrew his gaze, with a slight smile on his lips: "Although I don't like him, I have to admit that he is very smart."

Ling Qingyan looked at him as if he had seen a ghost: "Can you still praise people?"

"Haven't I praised you?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Ling Qingyan didn't want to dwell on these issues, "Then, in your opinion, what should happen next?"

Shen Xuhuai thought about it, and then said: "Fu Mingjue has been imprisoned in Dali Temple, and the imperial guards surrounding Prince Jing's mansion have not yet withdrawn. I think you should find a way to get Yao'er out, otherwise you will be taken away with her Temperament may climb over the wall and break into Dali Temple."

Ling Qingyan felt that this was the case, but after thinking about it, he hesitated again: "But without His Majesty's order, how could the imperial guards release him?"

"That's why," he stood up with his wide sleeves folded, "I asked you to find a way."

Ling Qingyan: "."

I was driven crazy by the exam, and I ran out of manuscripts. I can only update one chapter in the past few days (д)