Chapter 26

An Changqing guessed well, but for two days, no one dared to gossip about Zhongyong Houfu in the streets. Ming Ming is approaching the new year, but the street is cold and quiet. There is no more lively scene of storytellers spitting on the top and spectators clapping tables and cheering.

All bookstores have also received all kinds of small storybooks placed outside. They are not bought by acquaintances and dare not sell them easily. Even the vendors who come out to set up stalls are less humorous, for fear that they will go to jail because of a joke.

On Yongle street, a humble small sedan car passed slowly, and the thin face of the censor doctor sitting inside showed a firm smile. Put away the folds full of small words.

The next day, a memorial letter of Shen Zhongyong was sent to the emperor.

At the same time, the old woman knelt down beside the drum, kowtowed desperately, and cried out in tears: "the loyal and brave Marquis's house is careless about people's lives, at the foot of the emperor! Where is Wang fa? Where is Wang FA at the foot of the Emperor... "

The old woman, with a crazy look and a sad voice, knelt outside the door and kowtowed again and again. Soon the blood on her forehead dyed the floor tiles red.

The sound of drums spread from outside to the main hall. Emperor anqing held the folded piece in his hand, and his face was not happy: "who is beating drums outside?"

"My Lord, it's an old woman who is complaining." The person who answered glanced at the loyal and brave marquis in the team with a hesitant look.

"What's wrong?"

“…… He sued the Zhongyong Marquis for cursory death. "

Anqing emperor hand meal, the lengthy fold thrown down the steps, language with anger: "Zhongyong Hou, what do you say?"

The loyal and brave Marquis went out to kneel down in a hurry. He picked up the memorial with a worried look, swept a few lines in a hurry, and then fell on the ground and cried out: "Your Majesty, this is a frame up! I am wronged

An Qingdi didn't like trouble all the time. He leaned back to the Dragon chair lazily and pointed to the censor doctor and said, "he Aiqing, come on."

As soon as the censor bowed his body and stepped forward, he said calmly: "Zhongyong Marquis and his family have occupied the land and neglected the lives of people. The charges are as follows..."

Zhongyong Hou's younger brother killed his wife; Zhongyong Hou's concubine occupied his land; Zhongyong Hou's wife killed three good daughters

Every time the censor read one, Zhongyong Hou's face turned white. When he had finished reading all of them, he was as white as a paper, but he was still calm and said, "it's all planting and framing! Even if the censor hated me for not taking good care of his wife, he would not be trapped! "

Banzheng's face was expressionless. He tilted down and knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, I know that my daughter died of illness. How can I hate him for that? All these words are well documented, and there is no evidence of collapse. If the loyal Marquis refuses to accept them, please check with the Minister of Dali temple! "

Zhongyong Hou chokes, looks around, and finally falls on an Zhike full of expectations.

At this time, Emperor anqing also said, "what does an Aiqing think?"

An Zhike came out and said, "please check and find out which is right and which is wrong in Dali temple."

"Yes." Emperor anqing said, "then it will be handed over to Dali temple for investigation, and the censor will supervise it on my behalf."

"I'll wait for the order."

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Dali temple is very vigorous in its work, and it has been supervised by the upright censor doctor, so many charges of identifying all the people in the Zhongyong Marquis's house will soon be carried out. The three people in Zhongyong's residence were detained. Because of shielding and conniving his family members, Zhongyong had to wait until he reported to Emperor anqing before making a charge.

When the people of Dali Temple took people from Houfu to leave, many people were watching in the street. The censor doctor was still calm, but the loyal and brave Marquis could not hold his calm face. He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "be a good man. Why should my father-in-law be so aggressive? "

The censor's doctor glanced at him and said, "do you think this is the end?"

"What do you mean?" he said

The censor doctor said: "the Lord is the pillar of the loyal and brave Houfu. If the Lord is still well, the loyal and brave Houfu will not be broken."

Then he brushed his clothes and left.

The next day, someone picked up a woman's corpse in the moat of Yejing and sent it for autopsy. It turned out that it was the little widowed woman that the uncle and nephew of Zhongyong Marquis's house fought for. All of a sudden, there was an uproar. The little widow had no news since then. Unexpectedly, she died.

Ready to sort out the evidence, write a paper to report to Emperor Anqing, the Minister of Dali temple had to take the people to Jingzhao mansion in a hurry. Looking down on the female corpse, he pulled out the radish and mud, and found that the murderer still had several lives on his hands.

Under the severe interrogation of Dali temple, the murderer was forced to find out that he was a confidant of Zhongyong Marquis, and he did some things for him that he couldn't see.

The Minister of Dali Temple reported truthfully in the memorial. Emperor anqing was so angry that he ordered a strict punishment.

Zhongyong Marquis was stripped of his title, sentenced to death with his brother and wife, and beheaded outside the gate of Wu. Wu Junshu, the son of a concubine, was stripped of his official position and was demoted to the rank of common people and was not allowed to be employed. All the property of Zhongyong Marquis's house was seized, and the rest of his family members were searched and expelled from the Marquis's house

And the storytellers, who had been hailed by the loyal and brave Marquis and temporarily imprisoned to teach a lesson, were finally released. The original Jing Zhaoyin was dragged down by the loyal and brave marquis. He was demoted three grades and became a small official in the local area.The story tellers who regained their freedom became active again. The decline of Zhongyong Marquis's residence not only spread to Yejing, but also was moved to the stage by the troupe. It has become a popular track.

……

An Changqing sat opposite Xiao Zhige, laughing and chanting, peeling pine nuts. After peeling a plate of pine nuts, he eagerly pushed it to him: "thanks to the Lord, Wu Junshu can't turn over this time."

According to his original plan, the reputation of Wu Junshu and Zhongyong Houfu would be worse at most, but it could not shake the root. After all, the world forgets and likes to hold high and step low. As long as the loyal and brave marquis is still there and the loyal and brave Marquis's house is not overthrown, Wu Junshu is still the childe of the Marquis's house.

If Xiao Zhige didn't teach him to overthrow Zhongyong marquis by the hand of the censor doctor, he would not know how much work it would take to avenge the last 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 pine nuts in front of him to continue to peel: "you eat."

An Changqing propped his chin to look at him, looked at him for a while, then couldn't help coming up to him and asked, "will the Lord continue to tell me about soldiers in the future?"

After being instructed several times, an Changqing felt that this man's deep and meticulous mind was incomparable to him. Such a good teacher is his pillow, he does not learn more, it is a waste.

Xiao Zhige was looking at him with his bright eyes. He moved his eyes uneasily and said, "OK. But the book of war is very boring. "

An Changqing shook his head: "I'm not afraid."

Xiao Zhige gave a "well", got up, took out three thick military books from the bookshelf, and said: "read these three books first. If you don't understand Ask me again

When the three books of war were stacked, they were as high as the vase beside them. An Changqing flipped over several pages

He closed the book and Baba looked at Xiao Zhige: "won't you tell me?"

Xiao Zhige shook his head and said, "the art of war is not the art, but the art. There are a lot of changes between the false and the real. You need to figure it out for yourself. I can only dial from the side. "

An Changqing gave a shrill "Oh", but she was still ready to take it back and try to figure it out. He called Anfu in and asked him to take the book to the main room and put it there until he went back.

The three books were very thick, and Anfu didn't hold them. His elbow didn't touch the vase on the desk. When the vase collapsed, the two pictures inside also fell to the ground and spread out.

An Changqing hurriedly picked it up. When he touched the scroll and saw the contents, he picked it up and asked, "why is this painting here?"

This is clearly the reward he gave when he went to ask Hu Shifei to treat his mother. Hu Shifei painted it for him.

He subconsciously went to see another painting, and it turned out that it was also him. Even an Changqing, who doesn't know how to draw, can see the difference between the superior and the inferior.

Hu Shi Fei's painting is obviously more exquisite. It can be seen that the painter's skill is very profound. While the other one is also very vivid, but the brushwork is very astringent.

An Changqing's eyes revolve between the two paintings, and she stealthily glances at Xiao Zhige.

Xiao Zhige's face was calm and frightening. Anfu, who was standing on one side, was as scared as a quail. He didn't dare to make a squeak.

"Anfu, you go out first."

An Changqing got along with him so much that he could see whether he was really angry or pretending. After sending Anfu out, an Changqing carefully spread out the two paintings on the table, deliberately pointed to another painting and said, "this painting is really good. It's better than me. "

“……” Xiao Zhige was silent and said in a voice, "I'm more beautiful."

An Changqing's smile widened and glanced at him: "I think this painting is more beautiful. I don't know who drew it? Is he the painter in the mansion? I have to meet him and thank him face to face. "

Xiao Zhige's eyes twinkled for a moment, and then he said: -- No, "he said

"Who is that?" With a curious look on her face, an Changqing said slowly, "shouldn't Did the Lord draw it? "

“……” Xiao Zhige stopped talking.

When an Changqing thought of coming back to his study, the man was in a hurry to hide something. He thought that it was the painting. He blinked, nearer to Xiao Zhige, and asked in a low voice, "what do you secretly draw me for? Besides, I paid Dr. Hu for this painting. When did the Lord get it? "

Xiao Zhige

Seeing that he was silent and his eyes never looked at him, an Changqing put the painting away properly and said, "I like this painting very much. Why don't you give it to me? Another day, will the Lord draw another one himself? "

The man who had been silent for a long time finally looked at him and said slowly, "the painting is not good."

An Changqing smiles: "but I like this one."

Xiao Zhige took a breath and looked at him with a bright smile, holding his painting in his hand. But Hu's painting was rolled up and put back into the vase.

He heard himself say, "if you like it, I'll draw it for you."

In fact, he is not good at painting. When he is used to taking a brush with his hand, he is not used to it. But every time he looked at the picture that Hu Shifei had painted, he could not help thinking that his princess had a good face and should be left. When the white haired, his beauty can still be taken out to savor.But somehow, he didn't want others to write. In the end, he simply raised his pen and recalled his appearance.

It's just that he was unfamiliar with his painting skills, and he did not dare to let him know when he finished one.

But his princess never seemed to disappoint him. He took the picture he had painted and said: he likes it very much.

Xiao Zhige only thinks that The water on my chest suddenly scalded.