Hidden golden branches

After Yun Man heard Chen Youyu say that it was the children's favorite dish, what else didn't she understand?

He casually picked up a piece of spiced fish meat with sapphire-inlaid silver chopsticks and put it into Chen Zhaoru's small porcelain bowl. He said to his son in a gentle tone: "Zhao'er, please eat more of this spiced carp and braised goose."

I don’t think I’ll be able to eat this dish anymore after leaving Beijing.

"Okay, thank you, mother." Chen Zhao curled his lips and thanked Yunshi, then took the chopsticks in his hand and ate the fish meat that Yunshi gave him.

Chen Rong watched curiously as Yun served his eldest brother with food, because Yun Man rarely served food to his brother and sister during meals.

Chen Youyu saw Chen Rong's pouted mouth and thought she was jealous. He quickly picked up a piece of spiced carp with chopsticks and placed it in the small Ru porcelain bowl in front of Chen Rong.

Forehead?

"Thank you, daddy."

Even though she knew that Chen Youyu had misunderstood, Chen Rong happily picked up her unique white jade chopsticks inlaid with plum blossoms and ate the piece of fish, not forgetting to praise: "Well, it's so delicious!"

Yun Man glanced at her daughter with fond eyes, and teased with a smile: "Hey, what a greedy little cat."

"Mom!" Chen Rong glared at Yun Man with her beautiful starry eyes.

"Ha ha."

Chen Youyu laughed happily, and the family returned to their usual happy mood.

Ji Yuxian, who returned to Duke Anguo's mansion, threw the horse's reins to Mingyue behind him and walked quickly into the yard.

Mingyue led the two horses towards the stables. After walking a few steps, she happened to meet the groom, Old Li Tou. Old Li had a wrinkled head and healthy wheat-colored skin on his face. He shook his three-goat beard and said to Mingyue with a smile: "Young master, give me the reins to the stable."

It is said that the king's brother-in-law has three official positions, and the prime minister's family has seven official positions.

Don't underestimate Ji Yuxian's Qingfeng and Mingyue. They also have official positions, and their official positions are no lower than Sun Yi.

Ji Yuxian's Zhurong Residence has a three-entry courtyard, and his study is in a separate small courtyard on the left side of the front hall.

The setting sun fell on the courtyard, and the old osmanthus tree at the east end of the Zhurong House was smudged into a golden light by the afterglow of the setting sun.

In the study, he has a handsome and elegant face, his eyes are solemn and solemn, his body is as tall as a pine and as tall as a cypress. He stands there with his hands behind his back, showing off his official authority. The breeze blowing in from the raised window blows his crimson official figure. The robe was lightly swaying, making him look even more cold and desolate.

Dali Temple is the final arbiter of the law. According to the provisions of the Ming Dynasty Law, officials at the local magistrate and county level only have the power to sentence prisoners to whippings, that is, they can only hit the prisoners with boards and whips. All judgments above the Migliu level must be submitted upwards until the final judgment is made in Dali Temple.

It would only be grand if you encounter serious crimes such as rebellion and corruption. First, there was a preliminary trial by the local magistrate, a review by the prosecutor, a retrial by the Ministry of Punishment, and a verdict by Dali Temple. This is not over yet. There is still a joint trial by the three departments. If there are still disputes in the joint trial by the three departments, there is a great trick - the joint trial by nine ministers. That is to say, court officials and even royal officials and nobles were brought in to hear the trial, and the decision-making power rested with the emperor.

Of course, ordinary cases do not receive this level of treatment, and the level of a three-division trial is already extraordinary.

Ji Yuxian came in and bowed his hands respectfully and said: "Master Zhang, please forgive me for my late return. I will teach you to wait for a long time. You will be more patient."

"It's okay." Zhang Juzheng nodded slightly and stroked his beard. In the study room, a row of mahogany bookshelves stood against the wall, and in front of the bookshelves was a large rosewood desk. There were some books and files piled on the desk, and a bronze ink saucer with complicated patterns was placed beside it. There was also a long-sharp pen with an ivory shaft placed on the ink disk. Hanging on the wall is a picture of "peaks and snow" with two characters, which looks indifferent and distant.

The tea in the green glazed tea cup on the red sandalwood desk was still steaming. Therefore, Ji Yuxian no longer had to ask people to make tea for Zhang Juzheng, but politely invited him to sit on the mahogany armchair.

Because Zhang Juzheng left office temporarily, he had to hand over important cases that he had not had time to handle to Ji Yuxian.

Today, Zhang Juzheng is sorting out his personal belongings in Dali Temple while waiting for Ji Yuxian to come and hand over them.

But after waiting for half a day, Ji Yuxian didn't come to the Yamen office, thinking that he should be in the political cabinet of the palace working with people from the Criminal Department to clear up Gu Fei's case.

So, he packed up his things and went to An Guo Gong's Mansion to find Ji Yuxian.

Zhang Juzheng waited until he sat down before explaining his purpose: "Since you have officially taken office, I don't need to tell you those empty words. The evidence for Wang Lin's murder of his teacher is too unclear and the retrial should be dismissed."

Last month, a murder case occurred in the suburbs of Beijing. The suspect was suspected of killing his mentor and book boy.

This case was originally handed over to Xu Yuan, the Prime Minister of Dali Temple, but the case was full of doubts.

Originally, Zhang Juzheng was planning to take over and personally intervene.

Although Ji Yuxian did not participate in the case, he took the time to read the case file, so he took over Zhang Juzheng's words and said: "Yes, Mr. Zhang's words are reasonable. The motive of the case is unknown. The subordinate thought that Mr. Xu's motive was really ridiculous. Wang Why did Lin kill his mentor with his own hands, but he didn't steal any of his money after his death? As Mr. Xu said, Chen Man fell in love with his mentor's daughter, and the mentor didn't agree. It's not a bad idea for the two to elope, why bother to make a fuss? Was such a big case discovered?"

Zhang Juzheng knew that Ji Yuxian must have seen the same doubts as him. After hearing this, he sat back on the mahogany armchair, raised his chin, raised his beard, clapped his hands together, and nodded with satisfaction: "Well, Mr. Ji, your analysis makes sense. This is what I was thinking about, and that’s why I wanted to reject the retrial.”

The two had the same idea, and then the old and new ministers of Dali Temple discussed the situation, handover matters, etc. in the study. It wasn't until Haishi that Ji Yuxian sent Zhang Juzheng away.

After Zhang Xiuxi and Sun Yi returned to Pingbohou Mansion, Sun Yi went to the study without interest.

The cousin raised her head in front of Zhang Xiuxi and went to her aunt in Chunhui Hall.

Zhang Xiuxi had just returned to Furong Courtyard. The maid Lingzi she had brought back from the border came in and drove the maid out of the house. She closed the door, walked to Zhang Xiuxi and whispered back: "Second Miss, this servant has already taken care of the big girl." Send the lady to the inn and tell her not to come to the house to look for you again. Otherwise, don't blame our lady for turning her back on you!" Lingzi looked at Zhang Xiuxi's face and said, "I will take care of her. If anything happens, let her know. The servant goes to hand over to her."

"Well, Lingzi, you are still smart." Zhang Xiuxi was very satisfied with the only maid she brought from the border.

After Lingzi replied, she respectfully handed the honey-osmanthus tea that the maid had just brought to Zhang Xiuxi: "Second Miss, please drink tea."

Zhang Xiuxi had just picked up the porcelain enamel tea bowl and brought it to her mouth. Before she drank, she heard the voice of the little maid outside the door: "Third Madam, Aunt Zhao is here. She said that the old lady asked you to come over."

Zhang Juzheng: I am getting older, so I will give up the position of Minister of Dali Temple to capable young people.