Yu Jun

After the dispersion of the dynasty, the censorship in Taichung was unprecedentedly grand.

Those who were sent to the Yushitai Prison were not only Wu Jin, but also He Feng, who was also condemned. In the front hall of the Yushitai, there were sitting the Yushi Zhongcheng Fu Yan, the Minister of Punishment Qiu Kai, and the Dali Temple Shaoqing Yang Ying. Although the three of them were They were all gathered together, but they had no intention of asking questions. They just drank tea with their heads down and had different thoughts.

Different from the dead silence in Zichen Palace this morning, the tea cup was placed on the saucer and made a crisp sound. Yang Shaoqing covered his face and coughed lightly. He turned around frequently, waiting for the subordinates who went to Wu Jin's house to collect evidence of the crime to report back. Qiu Shangshu turned his head and looked out the window. A window filled with withering scenery, he took a deep breath, wondering when the sun would set.

This day is really difficult.

Fu Yan was even more uneasy because of Wu Jin's "unfair" words. He thought that Mo Lingfeng was still being held in the prison cell, and he was also a troublesome person, and he couldn't help but feel a headache.

The three of them remained silent. A burst of footsteps sounded from the courtyard. A leading censor ran in, holding a newspaper in his hand: "Zhongcheng! This is the newspaper for the court."

Fu Yan took a look in his hand and knew that this was not a court newspaper, but a tabloid for the court newspaper bank to copy privately.

In the Kyoto bookstore, reports come very quickly, especially disputes in the morning. They often walk faster than the officials' legs when they go to court. In less than half an hour, they will get into the bookstore's ears. Things such as Dongfang Quan's impeachment of his son-in-law will be reported the next day. It will be reported.

But today, when Wu Jin came to remonstrate with His Majesty, the courtiers kept it secret, and the imperial newspaper had not yet been compiled, but the bookstore still got the news from the inner detective, and in just two hours, it was reported to the tabloids by Shu Yong, Quietly sent everywhere from the newspaper bag.

Fu Yan glanced at it and saw the sentence "The strong wind knows the strong grass, the rough wind knows the honest minister", and slapped the tabloid on the small table.

Qiu Shangshu leaned forward, stretched out his arm, pinched a corner of the tabloid, and pulled it to himself. He opened it and took a closer look. He saw that the memorial written by Wu Jin was not missing a word. , rumbled again.

It's just that there is no part of the emperor's anger, and the confrontation between the king of Wei and the prince has faded away.

After seeing it, he changed hands and gave it to Yang Shaoqing.

After Yang Shaoqing looked at it, the three of them were silent again.

Trial, how to trial?
Now that the matter has come to an end, the government and the public are in an uproar. When the tabloid spreads everywhere, it becomes known to the whole world. If Wu Jin is killed unjustly again, they will be infamy for thousands of years.

Seizing tabloids is even more impossible.

Behind the tabloid, it is not just a bookstore. There are often officials, princes, and vassal kings making their presence known, influencing the people's hearts and stirring up the situation. This is why tabloids are banned repeatedly.

Fu Yan raised his head and closed his eyes. After a moment, he opened his eyes, glanced over the faces of his colleagues, and said in a deep voice: "I know that you are unwilling to punish Wu Jin. I also admire him, but it is Your Majesty who wants to punish him. , you have been vague for these three days, and you cannot be vague enough to reach His Majesty's eyes. After three days, if you cannot hand over a file that His Majesty is satisfied with, we have to embellish it. To put it bluntly, if your body dies and your reputation is destroyed, what's the use of your name?"

Qiu Shangshu picked up the tea cup and looked at the sharp tea leaves floating in the tea cup: "We, the three divisions, are holding a bowl of rice. Your Majesty said that there will be a trial, whether there is insider information or not, but how to trial? Who should start? Trial? Who is the conspirator behind this?"

He took a sip of tea and asked and answered: "Wu Jin is unconscious and cannot be interrogated, so he can only interrogate General Mo to cover up his old feelings. But General Mo, a little girl, can do such great work, and she can't say a word." If it can be vomited out, and in addition, it can be pushed to the point where the party is united and opposed, then it must be tried - His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the King of Wei."

There was another silence in the room.

This road to interrogation seems to be a dead end with no exit - no one will bear the charge of instigating Wu Jin to die for remonstrating and disrupting the imperial court.

Fu Yan squeezed the root of the mountain hard and said angrily: "Wu Jin said that the Yushitai was unfair. At this time, I really want to be unfair."

Yang Shaoqing put down the tea cup: "I want to investigate the crime evidence of the Prince of Jiyang County. I can't take care of both. I will come back after you have reached an agreement." After that, he couldn't wait to get up and leave.

His time was far more urgent than interrogating Wu Jin within three days - he had to get evidence of the crime before the emperor could care about the Jiyang County Prince, live up to Wu Jin's hard work, and take the opportunity to cut out the clan members. A cancer.

If His Majesty is free, this matter will be difficult to handle.

Wu Jin's advice was inspiring, but in the end he fell into the quagmire. Whether he was honest or not depended on the king's father's thoughts.

The relationship between the emperor and his clan members was very complicated. On the one hand, the emperor wanted to borrow a sword to try to get it, but on the other hand, he did not want to separate from his clan members. When the prince of Jiyang County cried and begged to the emperor, the evidence of these crimes would no longer be available. Of.

He strode out of the censor's stage. The bearer took out the sedan and pressed down the pole. The entourage lifted the curtain and invited him to get on the sedan. He stepped over the sedan pole and was about to bend down when he suddenly saw a person in front of him, wearing a green official robe. Move forward quickly.

He saw that the man in green robe seemed to be the Imperial Academy lecturer who had testified against Mo Lingfeng. He couldn't help but stop. Suddenly, several students in bright robes passed by him and walked towards Qi Chang. They were whispering to each other. When they met, one of them He spit in his face, threw the tabloid in front of Qi Chang, and cursed: "You villain!"

Qi Chang's pale face instantly turned red, and he reached out angrily to grab the student, but the student had already greased the soles of his feet and ran very fast.

He wiped the spittle off his face, stepped on the tabloid with his foot, crushed it hard, walked away, walked out for three or four steps, walked back, picked up the tabloid, tore it into several strips, and walked to the corner of the wall next to the fire jar. , throwing the tabloid into the water.

Yang Shaoqing secretly shook his head, got into the sedan, and rushed to Dali Temple.

After he left, Shangshu Qiu also went back to discuss with his staff. Fu Yan stayed in the duty room of the Yushitai, unable to think of a good idea. He only took a few bites of lunch because he was worried.

The sun cannot last long in autumn and winter. After noon, the sky turns overcast, and the gate of Yushitai is opened to the north. After the sky becomes overcast, it becomes even more gloomy.

Fu Yan had no clue, so he sat in the house warming himself by the fire. It was not until the end that he took the tabloid from the case, ordered the two supervisors to follow him, and entered Yushitai Prison.

Wu Jin was locked up in the first cell. Fu Yan stood at the door, standing with his hands behind his hands. His face was stuck between the two bars and he looked in. He saw Wu Jin lying on the ground, his clothes were taken off, his waist, buttocks and legs were all bloody. I was also afraid that he would die in prison, so I sprinkled a layer of golden sore medicine on him.

Wu Jin's face was as white as paper, his eyes were tightly closed, and his eyelashes did not tremble. There were tooth marks and blood stains on his lips, which he was unaware of.

Fu Yan asked the jailer: "You haven't woken up yet?"

The jailer hurriedly stepped forward and replied: "I didn't even hum. Do you want to call a doctor?"

Fu Yan shook his head: "If you don't have a will, don't make good decisions."

After seeing it, he continued to walk in. When he passed by He Feng, He Feng sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to relax. When he passed by Xiao Dou, Xiao Dou raised his head and chuckled, which seemed to be sarcastic, but also seemed to be just in a good mood.

Fu Yan ignored the smile and walked outside the monastery.

The door of the monastery was closed tightly, and a warder was guarding the door. When he saw Fu Yan coming, he stepped forward and saluted. Fu Yan waved his hand, walked forward, knocked on the door and asked, "General Mo, are you resting well?"

Mo Lingfeng's usual voice came from the monastery: "Okay."