Cheng Zhaobing was extremely proud when he sent this memorial to the palace. Shi Fuqiu asked him to consider the content before recommending it and not to write it too vulgarly.
Cheng Zhaobing even patted his chest and assured: "Don't worry, General Shi, he will be extremely elegant."
At the moment, he was watching his nose and heart, praying in his heart that the emperor must not pronounce his name.
The emperor did as he wished and finished reading the contents of the memorial without reading his name.
However, the memorial was directly thrown at him: "When did Cheng Aiqing have any good literary talent? Is this the prince you selected for me and who loves the people like a son?"
Cheng Zhaobing knelt down with a plop, frowned and glanced at Xiao Yanjun, cursing in his heart, but on his face he had no choice but to defend him: "His Royal Highness King Yu also said that he was just trying to scare those unruly people."
The emperor slapped the desk, coughed twice, and cursed at him: "My people are here to be frightened? Difficult people? Why do you only make things difficult for him? Don't you have any idea?"
Cheng Zhaobing suddenly paused and knelt there honestly, knowing what he was doing.
The ministers in Xiao Yanjun's camp, including himself, did not dare to say a word.
These days, they are arrogant and publicizing because of the corpse burning in early summer.
At present, the matter of falsely accusing the young Marquis cannot be cleaned up.
"It's in vain that I look at you differently and have high expectations for you. I even gave you a top position in the Qingxin Palace. You have full authority to handle the matter of the young Marquis. You are really good at this job. Now the Marquis is given to you. You are angry at the Marquis Mansion, and the people are complaining against you. How could I leave the prince's palm print in your hands!" The emperor looked furious and heartbroken, holding his chest with one hand and pointing at Xiao Yanjun with the other. .
"Father, don't be angry, take care of yourself." Xiao Zimu looked nervous at the side and couldn't help but take a step forward with a concerned and worried tone.
Xiao Yanjun raised his head and glared at Xiao Zimu with an angry expression. At first glance, the emperor's words seemed to be accurate, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.
Seeing that all the ministers were advising the emperor to take care of his dragon body and about to retreat from the court, he asked: "Father, my son and I didn't know that the second brother was responsible for the unreasonable thing that day. Naturally, the young marquis is the one who did it." We need to welcome him back to Beijing as soon as possible, but you can see how the second brother should be dealt with when he is still in prison in Dali Temple."
The emperor's back froze and his steps paused.
The ministers on Xiao Yanjun's side quickly took the opportunity to pretend to discuss: "Yes, although His Highness King Mo said that this move was unavoidable, it is ultimately a matter of anger..."
The emperor looked back at Yu Bangzhen, the minister of Lu Hong Temple who spoke loudest, raised his eyebrows at him and asked: "Where does the resentment come from? Last night, thousands of people knelt in the snow outside the palace gate, signing a petition The blood letters are all pleading for King Mo, do you not know about such a big thing at all?"
After hearing this, Yu Bangzhen looked very embarrassed, but he still gritted his teeth and walked out of the queue. He knelt down and said: "Even if no one complains, it is ultimately unacceptable, Your Majesty..."
Xiao Zimu listened to the rising voices of agreement and took the lead to lift his robe and kneel down: "Father, since the people of Chang'an can spontaneously sign a blood letter for the second brother, it also means that the second brother's move is in compliance with the people's will and cannot be punished. …”
Seeing this, Min Zhisong had no choice but to step out. If Xiao Mubai was acquitted at this time, it would undoubtedly create a powerful enemy for Xiao Yanjun. If there were intact eggs under the nest, he would have to step in for Xiao whether he wanted to or not. Yan Jun convicted Xiao Mubai: "Your Majesty, the Seventh Highness, said this wrongly. If..."
Before he finished speaking, the emperor suddenly interrupted him: "Let King Mo reflect on himself in prison..."
Xiao Zimu's face was startled. He saw that the emperor didn't want to say anything. Eunuch Li had already announced his resignation. He asked the emperor's back: "Father, how long do you have to reflect on yourself..."
The emperor, however, ignored him and walked out of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
Min Zhisong helped Xiao Yanjun up. As a result, the two looked at each other and smiled knowingly.
The emperor's final decision is acceptable.
Since there is no word on when he will be released, he will work hard to let Xiao Mubai sit through the bottom of the prison...
Min Zhisong said earnestly to Xiao Yanjun: "Let's put this matter aside for the time being, Your Highness Prince Mo. Since the Emperor has not said a time limit, it will probably not be released for the time being. Now we have to be careful about what happens after the young marquis returns to Beijing." Counterattack is the top priority.”
A sinister smile appeared on Xiao Yanjun's lips, and he whispered in his ear: "He can't come back."
Min Zhisong's pupils shrank, and he turned to look at Xiao Yanjun. He saw him slightly nodding towards him, with an extremely handsome face, but his smile became more and more charming...
At this time, Taifu Wu also walked to Xiao Zimu's side, stretched out his hand to him, leaned down in front of him and whispered: "The emperor must give some punishment, otherwise how can we stop these courtiers from talking."
Xiao Zimu stood up and sighed: "What Taifu Wu said is true, but my father didn't say a time limit. Is it possible that he has to be locked up forever..."
Taifu Wu stroked his beard and comforted him: "The emperor has his own plans, and His Highness should not come forward to make comments on this matter."
After the morning meeting, Xiao Yanjun went to the Jade Palace and was scolded by Concubine Li for drawing a sword and stabbing people.
He was on fire and walked out of the palace with an angry look on his face, but by chance he bumped into Kong Changhui and Xie Ji Ming.
The two of them bowed politely, and Xiao Yanjun snorted and walked past them.
Kong Changhui called to his back: "Prince Yu, please stay."
Xiao Yanjun stopped and looked back at him, his face full of disgust, and he said as if he had something to say quickly: "Bad luck."
With a smile on his face, Kong Changhui took two steps forward with Xie Jiming, walked up to him and said, "No, it's really unlucky. Because the young Marquis was wronged by others, Su Qianle, who was the witness at the time, Naturally, it should be handed over to Dali Temple, and the lower officials will have to interrogate it again."
He paused for a moment before saying "tsk" twice more, shook his head with a look of regret, sighed, and then looked up at Xiao Yanjun and continued: "This man is still looking forward to Yu." The prince will hand it over to the lower official."
Xiao Yanjun knew that Su Qianle had come this far and was not afraid of her retort. The pretentious look of Kong Changhui in front of him made him grit his teeth seriously.
He put his hands behind his back and clenched his fists, and said impatiently: "Just go and pick it up yourself. Ask me who I want."
Kong Changhui showed a very exaggerated look of surprise. He leaned forward and sighed loudly: "Si Nan doesn't want to be friends! Unless Su Qianle is missing..."
(End of chapter)