It was dusk when Mu Zhiming left Su Wang's mansion and returned to Hou's mansion. He stumbled as he stepped out of the carriage because his knees were slightly bent, and Wen Heyin quickly supported him: "Master, are you alright?"
Mu Zhiming stood still and said with a smile, "It's okay."
Wen Heyin: "Does your knee hurt badly? You knelt in front of the Imperial Censor's mansion for so long yesterday, and I knew something was going to happen. I was really anxious. Let's go inside and put a hot towel on it."
Mu Zhiming: "Okay."
Wen Heyin supported his arm: "Luoxue steps are slippery, young master, slow down."
Mu Zhiming exhaled a white breath, looked up, and saw the two stone lions in front of the Hou's Mansion with cool snow on their backs, and thin ice hanging on their lifelike articulations, he said softly, "It's always snowing these few days."
Wen Heyin: "I heard the old man say that this year is winter, but it will be very cold."
Mu Zhiming said: "Indeed, let's go, enter the house, Ayin, please support me."
"Okay." Wen Heyin took Mu Zhiming's right arm to his shoulder and entered the mansion with him.
An attendant trotted over: "Master Hou, Doctor Xia is here, waiting for you in the main hall."
Mu Zhiming: "Invite him to come to my wing."
The attendant nodded: "Okay."
In the wing room, the charcoal brazier placed in front of the couch dissipated the chill in the air. Mu Zhiming sat on the side of the couch and rolled up his trousers. His knees were all bruised, like the purple black after rotten fruits, which was really shocking, Doctor Xia While applying medicine for him, he sighed: "If the general sees it, he may feel very distressed."
Mu Zhiming smiled and asked, "Doctor Xia, did you find the medicine I asked you to find last time?"
Doctor Xia nodded again and again: "There are some." He said, carefully took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and handed it to Mu Zhiming.
Mu Zhiming took it and heard Xia Xia Wu say: "Shenzhen pill, swallow one pill to relieve the pain of trauma, the medicine will last for about an hour."
Mu Zhiming asked, "It's also effective to swallow it in advance, right?"
"Yes." Xia Wu nodded.
Mu Zhiming: "Thank you, in a few days, I'm afraid I'll have to take care of Doctor Xia."
Xia Xia asked without worry: "Master Hou, what are you planning to do?"
Mu Zhiming smiled: "I want to do my best to save the general from prison."
On the ninth day of the first lunar month, Baiguan Miansheng, the gate of Taihe Palace opened, and Mu Xi had a faint morning light.
In Xuanzheng Hall, Prince Fu Qiduan sat on the golden dragon chair.
After all, he thought about it shallowly, this chair was cold to the bone in winter.
The prince looked down and saw all the officials and officials standing on the left and right, all bowed their heads respectfully, and no one dared to look up to see him.
Until today, Fu Qi really understands what it means to be tall and respectful.
The officials began to play one by one, and then returned to the line until no one came forward.
There was silence in the hall for a moment, and an eunuch next to him said: "There is a memorial to leave the class, no..."
At this moment, after the servant of the Ministry of Rites at the end of the civil service queue, a person stood up straight and raised his head, walking slowly to the center of Xuanzheng Hall.
Under the power of heaven, it is unknown how much courage it takes to make this move, but this person has firm footsteps, firm eyes, and no fear on his face.
All eyes were fixed on him for a while.
Mu Zhiming's voice was clear: "Report to His Royal Highness, I have something to report."
"Bold!" Fu Qi slapped the dragon chair with a slap, "If you don't have an official position, how can you go to court, where is the forbidden army?"
The imperial guards guarding the hall came to hear the sound, the hilt of the sword hit the armor, and the clanging sound made people shudder.
Mu Zhiming pulled off his robe and knelt heavily on his knees. He said fearlessly, "Prince, I am not in politics, but I have to sue. The Grand Ancestor once had a law, and anyone who sues the imperial court shall not be allowed to sue. Expel!"
Fu Qi: "Presumptuous!"
Mu Zhiming: "Could it be difficult for the prince to violate the order of the ancestor?!"
Seeing that the Imperial Army was about to capture Mu Zhiming, a servant of the Ministry of Rites came out to salute. His voice was trembling for fear, but he insisted: "His Royal Highness, the ancestors did issue this order."
A cold and cold light flashed in Fu Qi's eyes.
Mu Zhiming used to serve in the Ministry of Rites, and as expected, there are still members of the Ministry of Rites, so he should move the Ministry of Rites first!
The minister of Rites finished his words, and another person came out.
It was the Censor Dr. Song.
Master Song was an old official of the two dynasties, with white hair and always respectful integrity.
Fu Qi's eyes fell on him, and he was surprised: What? Could it be that he also speaks for Mu Zhiming
Lord Song first bowed to the prince, then looked at Mu Zhiming: "Marquis Xuan Ning, the ancestor did issue this order, but the ancestor also said that if you sue Yu the former, there must be a big injustice, and you need to roll over the nail plate to show it. Only when you are determined can you state your grievances, Hou Xuanning, have you thought about it?"
In a word, it was like pouring cold water into a boiling oil pan, which shocked everyone in the civil and military hearts.
Mu Zhiming glanced at Master Song, but fell silent and stopped speaking, as if he did not expect to be attacked like this.
Fu Qiwen said that he was calm. He was initially flustered by the sudden appearance of Mu Zhiming in Xuanzheng Hall, but now the situation has changed, which has made him a lot more at ease.
People are always proud of having the upper hand.
Fu Qi ordered the forbidden army to retreat first and looked at Mu Zhiming. Seeing that he did not answer the words of Lord Song, he expected that Mu Zhiming did not expect this difficulty, so he said: "Okay, then follow the order of Taizu, if you want to Complain to the imperial court, I will let you sue, but the rules before Chen's grievance must not fall, come here, and move the nail plate in the hall."
He doesn't believe that Mu Zhiming, who grew up in brocade clothes and jade food, can roll the nail board, and he doesn't believe that Mu Zhiming can still speak when he rolls over the nail board.
Not long after, a wooden board about one meter long and full of nails was moved to the Xuanzheng Hall. The quietness in the hall could be heard dropping needles. Many civil servants had never seen such a ferocious weapon before, and they couldn't bear it.
Lord Song raised his eyes to look at Mu Zhiming.
He remembered that a few days ago, Mu Zhiming knelt in the snow in front of the mansion for two hours in order to see him.
As a last resort, I saw Mu Zhiming myself.
Mu Zhiming said, "I want to ask Lord Song to speak for me when he goes to court."
Lord Song: "You want me to intercede for General Gu in front of the imperial palace?"
Mu Zhiming: "No, I just hope that Lord Song will bring up the fact that he needs to roll the nail plate before suing the imperial court."
Lord Song turned pale in shock: "What did you say? If I mention this, the crown prince will definitely force you to roll the nail plate!"
Mu Zhiming said word by word, "I just want him to force him! Only if I roll over the nail plate, the crown prince will let me speak, and I can state my grievances without being dragged out of the hall by the Imperial Army."
But now, Mu Zhiming has fulfilled his wish.
His silence just now was all pretence, but now when he raised his eyes, Fu Qi was startled by the determination in the depths of his eyes.
Mu Zhiming took off his outer clothes and stood in front of the pegboard with only his middle clothes on. He took a deep breath and lay down on the pegboard amid the uproar!
Fu Qiyin got up suddenly, and sat back on the dragon chair after a long while.
But before he lay down, Mu Zhiming felt sharp pain from the nails on his shoulders to his lower back. When he rolled over, the nails directly pierced the skin and drew blood, and the nails scratched his body with different shades of scars. , Although he had taken the medicine in advance, Mu Zhiming could still feel the pain, as if ten thousand knives were broken.
Rolling over the nail plate, Mu Zhiming's original white coat had been dyed a shocking red with blood. He didn't dare to wait for a moment. As a result, the body gradually only felt that the wound was bleeding, the pain was reduced, and it was no longer unbearable.
He knelt down again, kneeling on the blood-soaked brocade carpet, kneeling in the hall full of blood, surrounded by a hundred officials of the Great Jin Dynasty, civil and military officials, and behind him the vicious torture instruments that were still dripping blood. The words were sonorous: "Today, there is a case of Gu Heyan, the former general of Yulin, who was wronged for treason. Please the prince thoroughly investigate and retrial, and the general will be innocent!"
Fu Qi gritted his teeth and clucked, roaring: "What is wronged, the sinner Gu Heyan led his troops to the southwest frontier, this is indeed the case!"
"Yes!" Although he was kneeling, Mu Zhiming's aura was not lost at all, "But the emperor once said that General Yulin can deploy 10,000 soldiers to aid the frontier land, and there is no need to report to the Holy Master, the generals led to the southwest are just right Ten thousand people, what is the crime?"
Fu Qi's face was extremely bad: "Then he rebelled against the King of Shu Jun, this trip is a great sin for the ages!"
Mu Zhiming said excitedly: "Dare to ask the prince, it has been four years since the general went to the southwest border, what has he done in these four years, so that the prince is so sure that he is rebelling without checking it!?"
Fu Qi: "Having the intention to rebel is a sin! Do I have to wait for him to commit rebellion before making amends!"
"The heart of rebellion." Mu Zhiming looked sad, "Okay, let me tell the prince, what do you think the general who has the heart of rebellion has done in the past four years, he has won many battles and defeated Xirong and Gouji. Waiting for the wolf and tiger country to block the alien iron cavalry from the frontier with flesh and blood, so that the land of Dajin will not be divided, and the dignity of Dajin will not be trampled. During this period, he was seriously injured and coma three times, and every time the military doctor felt that he would not survive. Come down. In addition to fighting, he also builds border defenses, builds water conservancy, hoards grain and trains troops, so that the frontier people who have been in peace for many years can live and work in peace and contentment!"
Fu Qiyin roared and the muscles on his face were shaking: "Shut up! Above the hall, how can you be presumptuous!"
"His Royal Highness!" Mu Zhiming said angrily, "Twenty-one years ago, Gu Heyan's grandfather Gu Yan died in battle! Nineteen years ago, his uncle, Gu Chi, who was only twenty-nine years old, died in battle! Six years ago! In the past, his father, Gu Miao, died in battle! The Gu family is full of loyalty, but now Gu Heyan is the only one left!
Every word weeps tears, every word weeps blood!
Manchu civil and military are moved!
The efficacy of the body-protecting pills began to disappear, and Mu Zhiming felt the pain eroding his body. He knew that he didn't have much time, so he fell down suddenly, his palms touched the ground, and he slammed his forehead heavily. Ri Zhaozhao! I implore His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to review the case of General Gu's treason! Let the loyal bones not be cold!"
At this moment, Dali Siqing walked out of the queue and knelt down behind Mu Zhiming: "His Royal Highness! There is indeed insufficient evidence for General Gu's rebellion, and there are many doubts! We should not make a conclusion immediately!"
Fu Qi pointed angrily in front of him, trembling: "You... you!"
Dali Si Qing's words fell, and more civil servants and generals stood in the position of remonstrance.
A sound, all are words of second opinion retrial.
In this world, only what the heart desires can resist the tyranny of power.
Mu Zhiming still maintained his kowtow posture. There was a strong smell of blood in his nose. He was shaking so much that he had to grit his teeth to endure it, but he didn't care about it.
He knew he had done it.
Perhaps such turmoil was not enough for Fu Qi to release Gu Heyan from prison immediately.
But after that, Fu Qiding did not dare to execute Gu Heyan immediately.
As long as Gu Heyan is alive, as long as Gu Heyan can live longer, then he will think of a way, he...
After that, all his thoughts fell into the darkness, Mu Zhiming slumped and fainted in a pool of blood.
When Mu Zhiming fainted, in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the imperial concubine who had been standing beside the dragon couch heard a cough.
She turned her head to look, and the surprise immediately jumped to her bright eyes.
"Your Majesty! You are awake!!!"