After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

He put down these two sentences, and galloped away in a cool manner.

Wei Zi lowered his head and picked up the steaming package.

After peeling off the layers of paper, there are scorched lotus leaves inside, and a whole beggar chicken is wrapped in the lotus leaves. It has been roasted golden and oily, exuding a strong meat fragrance.

Qingju beside her was drooling greedily, covering her growling stomach: "Miss, I want to eat..."

Wei Zi didn't hesitate, wiped his hands carefully with a handkerchief, tore off a chicken leg and handed it to her.

She also pulled a drumstick herself.

The skin of the chicken drumsticks is roasted and crispy, but the meat is tender and juicy, with the faint fragrance of lotus leaves.

Wei Zi ate in small bites, turning his head to look at the bustling street scene in Shangjing in the evening.

That person Xiao Fengxian...

She looks bohemian, but actually treats her very carefully and appropriately.

He is obviously half a year younger than her, but he always takes care of her.

The sunset is warm.

Wei Zi does not regret being tempted by him.

……

For several days, the court was arguing and arguing about the prince.

Except for a few veteran officials, all other civil and military officials actually supported the abolition of the crown prince.

Every day when Wei Ling went home from court, she often sighed.

Wei Zi saw it, and secretly worried about Zhou Xianyuan's situation.

"Tomorrow is the final trial..."

After dinner, Wei Ling sighed: "If Li Jinglin still doesn't change his words, I'm afraid no one can stop the prince from being abolished. The prince helped Xiao Zi before, and daddy wanted to help him too, but daddy has no ability."

Wei Zi brought him hot tea: "Daddy, which officials will interrogate Li Jinglin tomorrow?"

Wei Ling mentioned the names of several officials in charge of the interrogation, stroked his beard and raised his eyebrows and said, "Daddy will also go tomorrow, but it's a pity that the presiding judge is still that old Bi Deng of Murong Tao!"

Wei Zi was stunned: "Old Biden?"

Wei Ling coughed lightly. He was used to swearing when he was in the military camp, and for a moment he forgot that he was talking to the delicate and gentle eldest daughter.

He glanced at Wei Zi with a guilty conscience, coughed lightly, and said kindly: "Daddy made a slip of the tongue for a while, and Daddy meant that old bastard Murong Tao."

It seems that the term "old goods" is not very elegant?

Wei Ling pulled her beard and felt a headache.

The next day, at noon.

Wei Zi followed Wei Ling to the Yamen of Dali Temple in the name of delivering food to his father.

The little official led her into the yamen, and respectfully said: "Several adults are arguing endlessly because of Li Jinglin's confession. The interrogation has not yielded a result since early morning. I'm afraid it will go to dusk."

Wei Zi carried the food box and followed him through the corridor, and saw Murong Tao standing side by side with another person in the corridor. The man had white beard and hair and a youthful appearance, wearing a dark red palace attire, holding a long-haired tortoiseshell cat in his arms. His eyebrows are long and narrow, and his eyebrows are long and dark, which is exactly the thick of Huayan.

Hua Yannong is also one of today's interrogation officials.

Wei Zi lowered his eyelashes and saluted the two of them.

Neither of them spoke, they just looked at her coldly.

Wei Zi thought to himself, these two are old and cunning "Old Biden", who have been in charge of power in the court for many years, even if they just stand there silently now, they can scare her into a cold sweat.

She lowered her head and continued walking quickly.

Wei Ling was looking through Li Jinglin's confession in the study.

Wei Zi gave him the food box, talked for a while, and then left.

The petty official led her to walk along the other side of the corridor, passing by a room, but saw two guards standing in front of the door, and the faint cry of a man could be heard from inside.

Wei Zi stopped: "This is..."

"It's Li Jinglin, the former servant of the Ministry of Industry who was taken into custody," the clerk explained, "he was crying after being tortured."

Wei Zi probed: "I... can I go in and see him?"

After she finished speaking, she took two steps forward, took out three bank notes from her sleeve, and slipped them into the little official's hands.

The little official was stunned for a moment, coughed lightly, and saw that no one was watching, so he distributed two silver tickets to the guard at the gate, asked a few words in a low voice, and then turned around and smiled: "It's okay, but the crime in this case is heinous. Afraid of hurting Miss Wei, please come out within a stick of incense."

Wei Zi readily agreed.

When she stepped into the room, she saw Li Jinglin, disheveled and bruised, curled up in a corner moaning in handcuffs.

She called out, "Master Li?"

Li Jinglin forcefully opened his eyes, and said hoarsely, "What are you doing here?"

Wei Zi approached slowly, sat down on a clean armchair, looked at Li Jinglin a few times, and said softly: "Master Li thought that if you helped others frame the crown prince, you would die well?"

Li Jinglin stared at her.

He knew that the girl in front of him was the eldest daughter of the Duke of Zhen's mansion, and she obviously came from the countryside, but hearing her tone, she actually knew the truth behind the Dace River case, but even Wei Ling, the Duke of Zhen, , I don't know that the emperor and the prime minister instructed him to frame His Royal Highness for corruption and bribery.

He couldn't figure it out and didn't bother to think about it, so he let out a strange "click" laugh.

He stretched out his hand to brush away the messy long hair in front of him: "Up to now, I have never thought about a good death. It doesn't matter if I die, I just want to save the lives of my son and parents, and the whole Li family."

Wei Zi was silent.

It seems that Li Jinglin testified against the prince because the emperor and Prime Minister Murong threatened the lives of his family.

Therefore, even her father could not persuade Li Jinglin to change his confession.

She glanced at the chapped and horrible wound on the man's body: "Young Master Li wants to be the same age as His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"At his age, he should have a bright future. It's my father who has delayed him!" Li Jinglin closed his eyes and shook his head, "I just hope they can let my son go for the sake of my life and loyalty."

"Until you die, you still love and miss your child, and are willing to use your life to fulfill your child's life. Poor His Royal Highness is the same age as Mr. Li, and now he is under house arrest in the Eastern Palace, but no one cares about him."

Li Jinglin sneered: "If you want to blame it, blame him for not having a good father!"

Wei Zi paused, and said sincerely: "I heard that Mr. Li studied hard in the cold window and was admitted to Jinshi very hard. He must have been moved by "Four Sentences of Hengqu" when he was young. You are the most powerful proof of the prince's innocence. witness, but I have no way to save your life. Wei Zi hereby begs Mr. Li, for the sake of the prince’s youth for the country and the people, to leave a handwriting for him, and write down everything. Wei Zi Guaranteed by my life, I will never let the manuscript spread out in a short period of time, threatening the lives of Young Master Ling and your father Lingtang. If possible in the future... Wei Zi wants to avenge the Crown Prince's wrongdoing."

The house fell silent.

Wei Zi stared closely at the silent Li Jinglin, and a dark light flashed in Taohua's eyes. I don't know how long it took, and chose to lure: "If the crown prince is not dead by chance, he will inherit the throne in the future. I think he will rely on his kindness. After seeing this handwritten letter, I will choose to forgive Mr. Li. At that time, Young Master Ling can also participate in the imperial examination and seek an official position."