After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

The hall was silent.

The younger generation had never heard of the name Yu Minzheng, so they whispered curiously and secretly asked who that person was.

The expressions of the older generation of courtiers suddenly changed.

Yu Minzheng is the eldest son of the Yu family in the northwest. He was sentenced to death on the bank of the Xuanhu River 18 years ago because King Dingbei redressed his injustice. The emperor did not allow Qing Shi and the officials to mention the incident again, so the name "Yu Minzheng" was removed from the Yu family. The name was removed from the genealogy, and from then on the name completely disappeared between heaven and earth, as if the traces of its existence in the human world had been erased.

but……

But tonight, this name has returned to the public eye again.

And behind this name, there is also the Xuanke Temple massacre that year, and the land and people of the sixteen northern states that were plundered and trampled by Dayan's cavalry...

Thousands of golden candles burned quietly in the hall.

The palace should be magnificent and warm as spring, but at this moment, it is quietly filled with a breathtaking chill, like the eerie darkness extending from the corner. They turn into demons and monsters, and seem to be about to swallow up the palace silently.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Shuo suddenly overturned the food table in front of him.

Tangtang and water spilled from the imperial steps, and the luxurious floor tiles were in a mess.

The palace man knelt on the ground.

"presumptuous!"

He snapped.

All civil and military officials stood up and knelt down in unison: "Your Majesty, calm down!"

Zhou Shuo pointed at Jade Acacia, his fingers couldn't help but tremble slightly, and then he quickly looked away, pointing his trembling fingers at Wei Ling and Mrs. Wei: "You are so impudent!"

Wei Zi knelt down with her grandmother and father, but her heart felt clear.

The emperor was so repelled by the murder case that year, it seemed that it was because the case was too bloody and cruel, but when she looked at it, it was clearly because there was something hidden in that case, and the emperor had something in his heart!

Murong Tao then scolded: "When King Dingbei betrayed his family and country, Yu Minzheng defended him without distinction between good and evil. It can be seen that he is a remnant of his comrades and deserves to die! Your government has ignored the holy will and the people and secretly protected and raised Yu Minzheng. Daughter, do you also want to rebel?!"

The slap of such a big label as "rebellion" caused the expressions of everyone present to change suddenly.

Wei Feishan knelt behind Xue Ziyu and swallowed in horror.

If I had known that there would be such a disaster in the Zhenguo Palace, she might as well not have been adopted. What kind of thing is this!

Yu Hehuan straightened up and said, "How my daughter behaves has nothing to do with the Zhenguo Government, and they did not raise me these years. Your Majesty decided that my father was a remnant of King Dingbei's accomplices, so he wanted to execute him. But if King Dingbei was simply wronged?!"

Zhou Shuo refused to look at her and stared into space, his pupils gradually turning red.

18 years ago, Yu Minzheng asked him the same question by the Xuanhu River.

——What if His Highness was simply wronged?What if the Xuanke Temple murder case was not committed by him?Your Majesty hastily executed His Highness and those generals. You know best why.When you wake up from your dream at midnight, will you really not be ashamed and regret it? !

That day, the wind on the riverside was very strong.

The war drum used by Zhou Wuyang was on the fishing boat, tattered and stained with blood, and the sound was heartbreaking.

He thought that he would execute Zhou Wuyan, Yu Minzheng, and everyone related to them, prohibit history books from recording their affairs, cover everyone's mouths, and he would be able to sit back and relax from now on.

But 18 years later, Yu Minzheng's daughter suddenly appeared.Suddenly I mentioned what happened back then...

Zhou Shuo's tall and straight body was shaky, and he raised his hand to support his forehead: "My head hurts so much... Someone, pull her out and beat her to death with sticks! Beat her to death with sticks!"

Just as the imperial guard was about to step forward to drag him away, Wei Zi stood up and stood in front of Yu Hehuan.

She looked at Zhou Shuo from afar: "Your Majesty, cousin Hehuan has evidence that proves the Xuanke Temple murder case is suspicious."

Hearing this, Zhou Shuo's body froze, and his pair of narrow eyes became more and more blood-red, like dripping blood.

He remembered that Yu Minzheng said the same thing when he was redressing his injustice.

How did he answer?
Yes, he scolded Yu Minzheng for making things up out of nothing, and threw the blood book he presented into the brazier and burned it to ashes...

At this time, Yu Hehuan took out the lotus-patterned fan in public, and pulled out the old roll of fine kudzu cloth from the hollow fan handle.

She raised her eyelashes: "After I became sensible, the nurse who took me away told me that the blood book my father presented to you was a copy of what he copied himself, and this old volume of cloth is the original. This old volume Bunai was a handwriting written by the original abbot of Xuanke Temple, which recorded in detail the list of people who entered Xuanke Temple. In addition to King Dingbei and his generals, there were also several other officials. But it was very strange. After the murder, this It seemed as if nothing happened to several officials. Not only were they not summoned for interrogation by His Majesty, but after returning to Beijing, they rose to prominence and became high-ranking officials with generous salaries—"

"enough!"

Murong Tao scolded impatiently.

Yu Hehuan smiled and looked at him with red eyes: "Of course, Prime Minister Murong is also among them. Since the Prime Minister is a party involved, dare I ask what happened in Xuanke Temple back then?"

"During the peace talks between the two countries in Xuanke Temple, King Dingbei suddenly went crazy and lost control. He tore up the alliance and brutally killed the Crown Prince of Dayan, the Dayan envoys and hundreds of monks. Even his own subordinates were brutally killed by him. . The cruel means left no one alive in Xuanke Temple." Murong Tao raised his chin indifferently, "That's the truth, there is absolutely no doubt."

Wei Zi raised a question: "Since King Dingbei lost control and killed people without leaving any survivors, how did Prime Minister Murong, a scholar, escape from his clutches? King Dingbei's kung fu was so good that even the evenly matched Prince of Beiyan was killed. Even if you kill someone, you shouldn’t be able to escape, right?”

"How ridiculous!" Murong Tao sneered, "I haven't been to Xuanke Temple at all in recent years, so how can I get away with it? I'm afraid you made up this old piece of cloth so that you can use it to slander the truth and provoke others. Your Majesty’s wisdom and prowess!”

When questioned about the authenticity of the evidence, Yu Hehuan could not help but sternly said: "Back then, the master of Xuanke Temple was the best in cursive calligraphy in the world. He taught many students. I am afraid that even in the court, there were officials who worshiped him as their teacher. Judging the authenticity of the cursive calligraphy It's so simple, just find one or two students who recognize the handwriting, and you'll know after just asking!"

You can hear the needle drop in Longqing Hall.

Some old ministers are all looking at the nose and the heart.

The Xuanke Temple murder case that year was concluded in a hurry, and King Dingbei and others were also executed quickly.

There are many doubts among them.

But His Majesty refused to mention it, so they remained silent.

But God and Qingshi would never wait for such an amazing and talented person like King Bei. Even after so many years, the matter was still brought up again and exposed to everyone's view without hesitation.

Zhou Shuo held his forehead tightly.

He was less than 40 years old, but the disease of progeria was like maggots in the tarsus. No matter how expensive medicines he took, or how brilliant doctors or sorcerers he hired, his face still got all kinds of wrinkles early on, and his temples He is also grayer than his peers. Every time he takes a look at himself in the mirror, he feels like he is declining in his twilight years.

What happened tonight made his head hurt so much that it was about to explode, and he seemed to be a few years older.

He closed his eyes and didn't want to look at Jade Hehuan, but Zhou Wuyou's voice and smile appeared in front of him.

"Emperor Brother..."