An Changqing's guess was good, but in the past two days, no one dared to spread the gossip of Zhongyong Houfu in the streets. It was clearly approaching the new year, but the streets were deserted and deserted, and the lively scene of Mr. Storyteller spitting on the top and the crowd clapping and applauding at the table below were no longer seen.
The bookstores also received all kinds of small storybooks that were placed on the outside, and they were not bought by acquaintances, so they dared not sell them easily. Even the vendors who came out to set up their stalls were less joking, for fear that they would go to prison for a joke.
On Yongle Street, an inconspicuous sedan slowly passed by, and the thin face of the censor, the doctor sitting in it, showed a determined smile. Put away the booklet full of small print.
On the second day, a memorial of the Marquis of Zhongyong was sent to the emperor.
At the same time, Dengwen drum was beating outside the gate, and the ragged old woman knelt beside the drum and kowtowed desperately, crying in tears: "The Marquis of Zhongyong's mansion is a waste of life, and the emperor's feet are at his feet! Where is the king's law? , where is the king's law..."
The old woman had a frantic demeanor and a shrill voice. She knelt outside the door and kowtowed over and over again. After a while, the blood on her forehead stained the floor tiles red.
The sound of the drums came from the outside to the hall, and Emperor Anqing held the excerpts in his hand, with a displeased expression on his face: "Who is playing the drums outside?"
"Go back to Your Majesty, it's an old woman who is complaining." The person who replied glanced at the Marquis of Zhongyong in the team with a hesitant expression.
"What's wrong?"
"... suing the Marquis of Zhongyong for scrutiny of human life."
Emperor Anqing paused and threw the lengthy book under the steps, with an angry tone: "Marquis Zhongyong, what do you have to say?"
The Marquis of Zhongyong hurriedly got out of the queue and knelt down, picked up the memorial on the ground with a nervous expression, swept a few lines hastily, and then fell on the ground and shouted injustice: "Your Majesty Mingjian, this is framed and framed! The old minister is wronged!"
Emperor Anqing never liked troubles. Seeing this, he leaned back on the dragon chair lazily and pointed at the doctor of the imperial censor: "He Aiqing, tell me."
The imperial censor bowed his body and stepped forward, calmly saying: "The Marquis of Zhongyong and his family, embezzling land and killing people, the charges are as follows..."
The younger brother of the Marquis of Zhongyong killed and robbed his wife; the concubine of the Marquis of Zhongyong invaded and occupied the land; the Marquis of Zhongyong and his wife killed the three daughters of the good family...
Every time the Censor Doctor recited a sentence, Zhongyong Hou’s face turned pale. When he finished reading all of them, his face was as white as paper, but he still calmly said: “This is all framed and framed! First madam, you won't be able to frame it!"
The Censor's face was expressionless, he lifted his hem and knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, the minister's daughter died of illness, how can you hold a grudge against the Marquis of Zhongyong for this? There is evidence for every piece of this statement. If Marquis Zhongyong refuses to accept it, please ask the Dali Temple Secretary to verify!"
The Hou Zhongyong choked, looked around, and finally landed on An Zhike with anticipation.
At this time, Emperor Anqing also said, "What do you think An Aiqing thinks?"
An Zhike came out and said after deliberation: "What's right and wrong, please ask Dali Temple to verify it."
"Yes." Emperor Anqing said, "Then it will be handed over to Dali Temple for investigation, and the imperial censor will supervise it on my behalf."
"The minister waits for the order."
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Dali Temple's handling of affairs is resolute and resolute, coupled with the supervision of the always upright censor and doctor, all the charges against the people of Zhongyong Houfu will soon be implemented. The three people in Zhongyonghou's mansion were detained, and Zhongyonghou had to wait until he was reported to Emperor Anqing before he was convicted because he shielded and indulged his family.
When the people of Dali Temple took people from Hou's Mansion and left, many people were watching the lively on the street. Doctor Censor is still calm, but Marquis Zhongyong can't hold back his calm face, he gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Let's be a good man. Why should my father-in-law be so aggressive?"
Doctor Censor swept his eyes sharply at him and said, "Master Hou thinks this is over?"
Marquis Zhongyong was slightly startled: "What do you mean?"
Doctor Censor said: "The Marquis is the backbone of the Zhongyong Hou Mansion. The Hou Ye is fine, and the Zhongyong Hou Mansion is not broken."
After he finished speaking, he walked away.
The next day, someone picked up a female corpse in the Yejing moat and sent it for an autopsy, and found that it was the little widow who was fought over by the uncle and nephew of the Houfu of Zhongyong. The crowd suddenly burst into an uproar. The little widow has not been heard from since then, and she did not expect to be dead.
Dali Siqing, who was about to sort out the evidence and report it to Emperor Anqing, had to rush to Jingzhao Mansion with his troops. Looking down the female corpse, he actually pulled out the radish and brought out the mud, and found that the murderer who killed and thrown the corpse still had several lives on his hands.
Under the severe torture and interrogation of Dali Temple, it was actually forced to ask that the murderer was the confidant of Zhongyong Hou, who did some shameful things for Zhongyong Hou.
Dali Siqing reported truthfully in the memorial. Emperor Anqing was furious and ordered strict enforcement.
Marquis Zhongyong was stripped of his title, sentenced to be executed together with his brother and his wife, and beheaded outside the Wumen Gate to show the public; Wu Junshu, his son-in-law, was stripped of his official position and fame, demoted to the common people and not allowed to be employed; all the properties of Marquis Zhongyong's mansion were confiscated, and the rest of his family members were searched. Drive out of Houfu...
And the storytellers who had been greeted by the Marquis of Zhongyong and temporarily imprisoned for a lesson were finally released. The original Jingzhao Yin was dragged down by the Marquis of Zhongyong, and he was demoted by three ranks and became a minor official in the locality.
The storytellers who regained their freedom became active again, and the decline of the Zhongyonghou Mansion was not only reported in Yejing, but was even put on the stage by the troupe. became a very popular track.
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Sitting opposite Xiao Zhige, An Changqing smiled and peeled the pine nuts. After peeling off a plate, he eagerly pushed it in front of him: "Thanks to the prince this time, Wu Junshu can't be turned over."
According to his original plan, at most, the reputation of Wu Junshu and Zhongyong Houfu would be a little more unpleasant, but it could not shake the foundation. After all, people in the world are forgetful, and they like to hold high and step low. As long as the Marquis of Zhongyong is still there, and the Marquis of Zhongyong's mansion does not fall, Wu Junshu will still be the son of the Marquis' mansion.
If it wasn't for Xiao Zhige to teach him, and to bring down the Marquis of Zhongyong with the help of the imperial censor, he would not know how much work it would take to avenge the revenge of the previous life.
With a smile in his eyes, Xiao Zhige ate a pine nut, pushed the rest in front of him, and took a plate of unpeeled pine nuts in front of him to continue peeling: "You eat."
An Changqing held his chin and looked at him. After watching it for a while, he couldn't help but leaned over to him and asked bluntly, "Will you continue to teach me the military book in the future?"
After being pointed a few times, An Changqing felt more and more that this person was thoughtful and thoughtful, something he couldn't match. Such a good teacher is his bedside, it is really a waste for him to learn less.
Xiao Zhige was watched by his bright eyes, and he looked away uncomfortably, and said, "Okay. It's just that the military book is very boring."
An Changqing shook his head: "I'm not afraid."
Xiao Zhige gave a "hmm", got up and took out three thick military books from the bookshelf, and said, "Read these three first. If you don't understand... ask me again."
The three books of war were stacked up to the height of the vase next to them. An Changqing flipped a few pages at random: "..."
He closed the book, and Baba looked at Xiao Zhige: "Won't your lord tell me?"
Xiao Zhige shook his head and said, "Wherever there is a strategy of warfare, it is not in the way. The real and the real are changing. You need to figure it out for yourself, I can only give advice from the side."
An Changqing sighed "Oh", but was still ready to take it back and slowly figure it out. He called An Fu to come in, and asked him to take the book to the main room and leave it there until he went back to read it.
The three books were stacked together so heavy that An Fu couldn't hold it firmly, and his elbow barely touched the vase on the table. The vase fell over, and the two picture scrolls inserted in it also fell to the ground and spread out randomly.
An Changqing hurriedly went to pick it up, and when he touched the scroll and saw the content on it, he raised his brows, wondering, "Why is this painting here with the lord?"
This is obviously the reward he gave when he went to ask Hu Zifei to treat his mother's illness, and Hu Zifei painted it for him.
He subconsciously looked at another painting, and it turned out to be him. It's just that when the two paintings are put together and compared, even someone like An Changqing who doesn't know how to paint can see the difference.
Hu Zhifei's painting is obviously more delicate, and it can be seen that the artist's skill is very deep. The other painting is also very expressive, but the brushstrokes are very jerky.
An Changqing's eyes rolled back and forth between the two paintings, and his eyes quietly glanced at Xiao Zhige.
Xiao Zhige's face was sullen, looking a little scary. An Fu, who was standing on the side, was frightened like a quail, and didn't dare to make a sound.
"Anfu, you go out first."
An Changqing got along with him a lot, and he could basically tell whether he was really angry or pretending. After sending An Fu out, An Changqing carefully spread the two paintings on the table, and pointedly pointed at the other painting: "This painting is really good. It looks better than me."
"..." Xiao Zhige was silent and said, "I look better in person."
An Changqing's smile widened and he glanced at him: "I think this painting looks better. I don't know who painted it? Is it the painter in the house? I have to meet him to thank him in person..."
Xiao Zhige's eyes flickered for a moment before he said, "...No."
"Who is that?" An Changqing asked curiously, "Could it be... Was it painted by the lord?"
"..." Xiao Zhige stopped talking.
An Changqing remembered that when he came back to the study, this man was hurrying to hide something, presumably it was this painting, he blinked his eyes, got closer to Xiao Zhige, and asked in a low voice, "Why are you painting me secretly, my lord? And this painting is my reward to Doctor Hu, when did the lord ask for it?"
Xiao Zhige: "..."
Seeing that he was silent and those eyes never looked at him, An Changqing put away the painting properly and said, "I like this painting very much, why don't you give it to me? Another day, the prince will paint another one yourself?"
The man who had been silent for a long time finally looked at him and said slowly, "It's not well drawn."
An Changqing smiled: "But I like this one."
Xiao Zhige took a breath and watched as he smiled brightly and played with the painting he had drawn in his hand. And Hu Zhifei painted it like that, but he rolled it up and put it back in the vase.
There seemed to be a hot water shaking gently in his heart, and he heard himself say, "If you like it, I'll draw it for you again."
In fact, he is not good at painting, and he is not used to holding a paintbrush in a hand that is used to holding a gun. But whenever he looked at the good painting by Hu Zhifei, he couldn't help thinking that his princess had a good appearance and should be kept. After the gray hair is gray, his beauty can still be taken out and savored.
But inexplicably, he didn't want other people to write. In the end, he simply picked up the pen himself, recalling his appearance and describing it in detail.
It's just that his painting skills are unfamiliar, and after finally painting a pair, he didn't dare to let him know.
But his princess never seemed to let him down. He took the picture scroll he drew by himself and said: he likes it very much.
Xiao Zhige only felt... the water in his chest suddenly became hot.
The author has something to say: Well, draw me secretly, do you really like me
Cowardly (blushes): ... (Hmm.
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