Long live Emperor Wu!

In the prison of Dali Temple.

The newly appointed Zhongshu Ling, Li Yifu, was wandering around in the prison with great satisfaction, and behind him was the Prime Minister of Dali Temple, Anmin.

Li Yifu stepped on square steps, deliberately walking very slowly, and his body swayed rhythmically. As he walked, he looked at the people in the prison.

Bu Anmin was still bowing, and the mustache on his lips became flat due to laughter. His originally decent face looked a little funny. He asked:

"Sir...who are you looking for? There is a roster in Dali Temple. I will go and look it up for you."

Li Yifu sighed and walked several steps, but still did not answer.

Bu Anmin, who was following him, turned dark for a moment, but soon laughed again and continued:

"Your Majesty, at such a young age, you are appreciated by His Majesty and have been appointed Zhongshu Ling. It is really gratifying and congratulatory. Even though he is a junior official, he does not dare to go to the palace to speak.

Now that I have seen it again this time, I have a calligraphy and painting from the Wei and Jin Dynasties at home. I will send it to you later. Please don’t dislike it. "

After hearing this, Li Yifu turned his head to look at him, but he only turned half of his face arrogantly, poked him with his chin, and said:

"Hmph... Master Bu doesn't have to say it so nicely. In fact, everyone knows what's going on. I come from a poor family, and in a place like Chang'an City where I am full of meritorious deeds, I can't get any recognition.

What's more, the last time I did it was Changsun Wuji. How many people who have friendship with Changsun Wuji admire him?

Although I have done meritorious service, in your eyes, I am just a clown-like villain. As long as you don't scold me behind my back, you will not sincerely congratulate me. "

When Bu Anmin heard this, he rolled his eyes secretly and said with a smile:

"Hey... I am also a member of a poor family. Please listen to my surname. How can I look down on you?"

Unexpectedly, Li Yifu sneered and said:

"Hey... I'm not blaming you for anything. Isn't it normal to look down on me? I also look down on my own family background. Look..."

As he spoke, he stood still, half-lying his face, raising his hands, as if copying and imagining something in the air, and said:

"Look, even though the entire eldest grandson family is now in exile, when it comes to his surname, it still seems to have an aura, and it seems that it is still a bit nobler than me, the Zhongshu Ling. What do you think...why is this? "

After saying that, he looked at Bu Anmin sincerely, his expression was really puzzled and he wanted to hear an answer.

Bu Anmin looked at him and smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Li Yifu put down his hand, put it behind his back, and started walking again with dignity, saying:

"Hey... I've been thinking about this for several days. I guess it's because I've been working in the court for many years and I'm so famous.

Therefore, I also want to be a hero of the Tang Dynasty and a humerus trusted by Your Majesty. One day, when I die, I will be worthy of enjoying the Ancestral Temple and being buried with Zhaoling. Then I will probably be comparable to those people, right? "

Bu Anmin really couldn't stand him being so showy, but he still had to be patient and follow him politely, saying:

"With your talent and loyalty, you can definitely do it."

Li Yifu turned around and asked suddenly:

"Then...are you loyal?"

When Bu Anmin heard this, he shook violently, raised his eyes in shock, and asked tremblingly:

"Sir, what do you mean by this? Haha..."

Li Yifu said;

"I heard that Empress Zhaoyi came to Dali Temple to visit the imprisoned princesses at your Majesty's order, but you stopped her and refused to let her in."

"I was..." Bu Anmin raised a hand and was about to explain himself.

Li Yifu interrupted him and said:

"Hey... you don't need to explain to me, just think about it and see if your majesty and empress believe you."

Bu Anmin heard this and said with a sad face:

"Sir... Your Majesty, you must help me say something nice in front of His Majesty, or you can think of a way for me. What should I do? I was... I was also following Changsun Wuji's orders. I am just a little boy. As a young fifth-rank official, in a case of clan rebellion like this, whoever His Majesty orders to investigate the case will be the one to make the final decision.

Our Dali Temple is just a helper. Even our temple minister can’t do anything. What can I do? "

At this time, Li Yifu had already passed through the corridor of the cell and walked from the men's cell to the women's cell.

He lifted the hem of his clothes, lifted his legs up the stairs, turned around and walked inside, looking very familiar.

When he heard the case of Chang Sun Wuji, he was already familiar with the layout of the cell, and then said:

"After all, I'm not from Dali Temple, and I don't understand your ways. At that time, I only stared at Changsun Wuji and the female relatives, and didn't ask much about it. I don't know if someone came in secretly and sent news out. "

Bu Anmin was already anxious. He naturally knew that the head of the cell must have his own way of making money.

As long as it's not bad, they will turn a blind eye and close one eye, and never pursue it.

But at this time, he didn't dare to tell the truth, nor did he dare to tell lies.

So he took a step forward, blocked his way, and said with cupped hands:

"Sir, what exactly are you looking for? I'd better tell you. As long as I can do it, I will do it without any ambiguity. I just ask you, sir, to say a few good words for us in front of His Majesty."

At this time, a delicate voice came from the cell, carrying the echo from the cell, floating over lightly:

"Sir... I was wronged, please help me."

Li Yifu tilted his head, his eyes bypassed Bu Anmin who was standing in front of him, followed the sound, and saw a woman in a cell in front, holding the door of the cell open, looking at it.

At first glance, I thought she was very white and bright.

In this dark cell, the woman was wearing a prison uniform, but she seemed to be glowing.

Li Yifu's eyes suddenly straightened. He took a few steps forward and gradually saw her face clearly.

She was a mature woman in her thirties, with beautiful features and a loose bun on her head.

Although her hair was messy, it was dark and shiny, making her snow-white skin even more dazzling.

So even if her face is dirty, it still looks very clean.

Li Yifu was stunned, turned his head for a while and looked at Bu Anmin behind him, and said:

"What crime did this lady commit?"

Bu Anmin was still immersed in worries about his uncertain future, and he couldn't keep up with the pace of the new Zhongshu Ling. He was stunned for a moment, then walked over, leaned into Li Yifu's ear, and whispered:

"Sir, please be careful. She is a murderer. The county government sent her here. She is waiting for the final review by Dali Temple, and she will be executed by Queen Qiu."

Li Yifu was a little surprised and glanced at the woman again. The woman also looked at him, her eyes seemed to be naturally affectionate, and she looked at him pitifully.

"Which county sent it here?" Li Yifu asked.

"Pei County."

"Pei County...Jiangnan Road." Li Yifu narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the woman, and murmured, "It's a great place with outstanding people, specializing in beauties."

Bu Anmin looked at his lustful look, then at the woman, and said:

"There is her file in Dali Temple. If you are interested, I can bring it out and show it to you."