Yu Jun

There was a constant sound of charcoal peeling off in the charcoal basin. In the prison cell at Mao Shi, the cold wave penetrated upward from the ground and spread outward, freezing the bones with ice.

The dawn light cannot enter this rat's den and snake's den. The Buddha is so high above that it makes the world cold.

Qi Chang followed Fu Yan's instructions, got up from the ground, and sat back in the chair. He was cold and afraid, shivering constantly, and stuttered: "The Mo family... The Mo family has land and a dungeon."

The hardest thing is the first sentence. Once you say it, the rest can be easily said.

"When I first entered the Mo Mansion, General Mo had a rash. Because of my thick hands and feet, I did something wrong and was taken into the dungeon to be punished. I saw weapons and armor stored in it."

Fu Yan asked: "How many are each?"

Qi Chang thought for a while: "I was young and had to be punished, so I didn't take a closer look. Now that I think about it, there are probably hundreds of long swords and more than a thousand armors."

Fu Yan's face darkened, and he slammed his palm on the table. There was a loud "bang" sound. The supervisor's hand shook and he dropped a drop of ink on the paper.

"The preface does not match the subtitle, you are lying!" Fu said sternly, "Since the dungeon is a place where weapons and armor are stored, there must be handles at all levels and no one is allowed to enter without permission. How could you, a little slave, commit some wrong things? Take you to such a secret place! Who instructed you to trap an important minister of the country here?"

"I don't dare!" Qi Chang said in a trembling tone, but his expression gradually calmed down, "Fu Zhongcheng is aware that I did lie a little."

He lowered his head and looked at his hands: "I did not make a small mistake, but a big mistake. At that time, the steward of Mo Mansion took me into the dungeon, originally intending to bury me in the dungeon."

The stern look on Fu Yan's face softened slightly: "What's the big mistake?"

"Peering into General Mo's residence."

"Why spare your life?"

Qi Chang shook his head: "I don't know."

He really doesn't know.

His life and death have always been determined by the thoughts of others. They wanted him to die, but he was unable to resist. If they wanted him to live, he lived, and he never thought too much about it.

Maybe Zhao Shiheng spared his life just to see whether human nature is inherently evil or good.

Fu Yan did not get to the bottom of the matter and asked again: "Did you see anything strange in Mo Mansion before and after the peace talks?"

"Before the peace talks, I saw foreigners coming in and out of Mo Mansion. Two of them stayed overnight. When I was cleaning, I picked up a gold ring."

He took out an old handkerchief from his sleeve and opened it corner by corner. In the center of the handkerchief was a gold ring that was covered with dust and no longer sparkling.

The leading attendant on the left came forward, took the ring and looked closely. He saw a pattern engraved on it, a bear, a cluster of fire, a mountain, the sun, the moon and stars.

"Zhongcheng, there is no doubt that he belongs to Jinlu."

Jinlu loves gold, and men also wear gold rings. The patterns engraved on them are all Jinlu totems.

He turned around and handed the ring to Fu Yan. There were lights on Fu Yan's desk, and the pattern became more and more clear. He suddenly said "Huh", and then pointed it to Fu Yan in disbelief: "It's Thief Jing's ring!"

Fu Yan stood up, took his hand, and leaned over to take a closer look: "Seriously?"

"Here," the leading censor pointed to the mountain engraved on the ring, "there is a word "Jade" in it. Jing Thief is the one who compares himself to the Jade Mountain!"

In order to place himself on the totem, King Jinlu Jing once spread news such as God's gift and divine dream, claiming that he was the incarnation of Yushan.

Fu Yan looked at it carefully and looked at Qi Chang with bright eyes: "This is the gold treasure of the Jinlu Jing thief. Is it really you who found it in Mo Mansion?"

As long as Qi Chang nods, everything will be settled.

Before Qi Chang answered, he looked at Wu Jin for some unknown reason.Wu Jin was sitting in the armchair with a natural posture. Sensing Qi Chang's gaze, he turned his head and said slowly: "Congratulations to Qi Shishang. From now on, I will be on a steady rise and have a bright future."

His casual tone became the ironclad proof of his insight, which overwhelmed Qi Chang like a mountain, and he was speechless for a moment.

Fu Yan immediately spoke up and rebuked Wu Jin: "Xueshi Wu, you are a scoundrel and have a shady attitude. What do you want to do by interfering with the inquiry at the Yushitai?"

"Nothing," Wu Jin said with a respectful attitude and a smile, "You are all happy, I'll tell you the truth."

Fu Yan's laughter made his ears warm and his eyes twitch. All the energy accumulated in his chest, and he shouted: "The imperial court has failed to observe, raising tigers is in danger, and the border passes have lost the generals who control them. What a joy!"

Wu Jin closed his eyes and said, "Yes, I made a mistake."

Like the silent Buddha statue, he no longer spoke or moved.

Cold sweat broke out from Qi Chang's palms. Even after planning for so long, he still felt guilty when facing Wu Jin.

But his guilty conscience quickly dissipated - if he wanted to go straight to the sky, he had to go to hell first. There is never a smooth path in officialdom.

Even if he is as knowledgeable and talented as Wu Jin, there is nothing he can do at this time and he can only wait for the situation to develop.

It's not his fault for being a villain, it's just the current situation.

He no longer looked at Wu Jin, lowered his head, and concentrated on playing his own role: "The gold ring was found by the subordinate in Mo Mansion."

The supervisor finished writing his confession, and Fu Yan understood each word clearly. The gold ring became a physical evidence and was placed in a sheepskin envelope. Fu Yan also stuffed the confession into it, handed it to the censor, and sent it to the palace.

There was no light in the prison, and the fire was so bright that it was difficult to notice the passage of time. When the chief censor took the sheepskin and sealed it out of the censor's platform, he was surprised to realize that the sky was already bright.

Under the blue sky and white sun, the clumsy plots and plots were speeded up and thrown into the splendid palace.

The emperor was furious and ordered the imperial censor to strictly check Qi Chang's confession and evidence, and not to slander the meritorious ministers. He also rewarded Mo Lingfeng to show the emperor's heart.

The news was passed quietly in Beijing, and the government and the public were in an uproar. Everyone said that God's heart was biased towards General Mo.

However, with Tian's heart so clear, the next morning, everyone who was close to Jiyang County Prince rushed to impeach Mo Lingfeng, accusing her of having ulterior motives and being disobedient. They also pointed out that the emperor had conferred Mo Lingfeng as the imperial concubine in the early years. When he was the princess, Mo Qianlan refused to be granted the title because he had been planning for a long time to get involved in military affairs and shake the country's foundation. He asked the emperor to immediately inspect Mo Lingfeng at the Yushitai.

The emperor scolded those who presented the memorial and hurriedly withdrew from the court. However, these people refused to give up and chased him to the Wenzheng Hall to cut their heads into pieces to remonstrate.

The emperor had no choice but to issue an order to surround the general's palace and imprison the censor's platform. He ordered the censor's platform to treat Mo Lingfeng with kindness and not to treat him harshly. If Qi Chang was found to be cunning, he would be severely punished.

The General's Mansion has been quiet since the Double Ninth Festival.

At the first moment of Unity Hour, Mo Lingfeng was sitting in the study, facing the window, unfolding his storybook and covering his face, with his fingers crossed on his abdomen, his legs stretched straight in front, his ankles stacked on each other, in a lazy posture.

The rays of light carried the scenery, penetrated the lattice window, and fell on her body. The purple gown was embroidered with bright ink chrysanthemums, dark patterns, floating in the sunset, and broken gold chasing waves.

She heard the noise coming from outside, and the Nomad Qing entered quietly and said softly: "General, the imperial army is surrounding the mansion, and the emissary is here."

Mo Lingfeng reached for the book, revealed his face, sat up straight, and asked calmly: "Who is the envoy?"

"It's Yushi Zhongcheng and Xuexian Wu. They are already waiting in the front hall."

Wu Jin?

The book in Mo Lingfeng's hand fell to the ground in shock, and he stood up and left.