After the rebirth, the empress took the tragic script of Meiqiang

Chapter 6 Trial

On the sixteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, the temperature suddenly dropped.

At dawn, Dongshun Street in front of Dali Temple was under strict security. Every three steps along the way, there was an officer holding a long soldier. He stood up straight and looked serious, making people afraid.

The hawkers who had set up their stalls early were driven aside by officials and gathered together to watch the excitement.

"I have been setting up a stall here for more than a year and I have never seen such a big battle."

"It's probably one of the bosses above who committed the crime."

"For such a big battle, it must be a master of level three or above?"

"Don't listen to his nonsense. The big battle is not because of the person who committed the crime, but because of the person who tried the case. My nephew works as an errand in Dali Temple and said that today the masters of the cabinet are coming to try the case. They were busy until midnight yesterday."

"Isn't your nephew selling charcoal in Changshoufang? When did he go to Dali Temple as an errand?"

"Look what you said. My nephew is working as an errand for the government. The ones he sells are all high-quality silver wire charcoals. They burn without any smoke. They are specially supplied to the imperial government. Do you think they are yours?

Is there black charcoal burned in the kang? Not only did it blacken the wall, but it also turned your old face discolored." The little old man who spoke rubbed his two hands that were slightly red from the cold in the cold morning wind with an expression on his face.

But he was full of pride. Seeing that the people around him were making people laugh, he deliberately lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "My nephew didn't come back until midnight last night. He said that because the temperature was cooling down today, Dali Temple temporarily needed a large number of silver threads."

Tanyong. I heard that Prime Minister Gu is coming."

The expressions of everyone watching suddenly became clear.

Although these street vendors can't tell what the cabinet is, and they don't know what Gu Shihai's official position is in the court, they know that the Gu family's residence is the most luxurious in Shengjing, and the Gu family's carriage is the most magnificent in Shengjing.

Yes, even the servants of the Gu Mansion are much more lavish than others when they go shopping. To be so arrogant and arrogant at the feet of the emperor must be a big shot in the court.

When Ye Qinghuai arrived at Dali Temple, she had already passed Chenzheng, and the presiding judge and the officials attending the jury were already in place. Ye Qinghuai's auditorium seat was on the left side of the presiding judge, and Gu Shihai sat on the right side corresponding to her.

This was her first time coming to Dali Temple. The lobby of the trial was much smaller than she had imagined, but the decoration was exquisite and thoughtful. Each chair with pear wood armrests was arranged as a warm chair, and there were drawers under the seats.

A small fire pot was lit to warm the entire seat. The tea bowl on the table was Yizhou's Pumpkin Tribute Tea, which is known as the Yizhou Tea King. One penny can equal a farmer's annual harvest.

Ye Qinghuai sat on the warm and comfortable seat, sniffing the aroma of tea and frowning.

This is no longer a Dali Temple, but more like a warm pavilion in the harem.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Pavilion, gentlemen, since the time has come, let me start." The chief judge is Lu Wenxu, the minister of Dali Temple. He has been sitting in this position for five or six years. Although he has achieved nothing during these five or six years, he has

There is no fault, there is a way to be an official.

Gu Shihai turned his head and nodded impatiently, and Lu Wenxu began the interrogation of the three judges.

After Li Wenqing disappeared, Ye Qinghuai sent palace guards to check his whereabouts, and received a report saying that he had returned home to recuperate. Ye Qinghuai asked Taiqing Pavilion to write an express delivery to his hometown of Lianghua to ask the local magistrate.

No reply yet.

But Ye Qinghuai didn't have any expectations for this urgent delivery. If her guess was correct, Li Wenqing didn't return to his hometown at all, and he wasn't even sick.

In a place where the law of heaven is clear at the feet of the emperor, there are people who are so rampant as to kidnap the fourth-rank ministers of the imperial court in the street.

Ye Qinghuai felt ridiculous.

Therefore, she attaches great importance to this tri-agency trial.

Li Wenqing must have known something to make some people restless and take risks to prevent him from participating in the trial.

All the mysteries will be revealed at this trial.

The Minister of Dali Temple suddenly slapped his eyes, calling Ye Qinghuai back from her thoughts. She heard Lu Wenxu shouting aggressively from beside her: "Bring the suspect!"

Several figures appeared in the dazzling sunlight outside the hall. Amidst the sound of heavy iron chains, an old man with gray hair walked slowly towards the lobby, escorted by two government officials on the left and right.

The three of them were facing the light and could not see clearly from a distance.

Ye Qinghuai narrowed his eyes slightly and tightened the corners of his mouth unconsciously.

The old man was a little stooped as he walked into the lobby, and his face appeared in the sunlight.

He has a Chinese-shaped face, splayed eyes, and a brown age spot under his right eye, which is not dark in color.

Ye Qinghuai's eyes suddenly widened, and she gasped silently, feeling as if there was a buzzing in her ears like thunder.

Because she knew this face.

To be precise, I knew her from her previous life.

After Lu Yanchen and Ding You returned home in their previous life, Taiqing Pavilion re-elected someone to be Ye Qinghuai's imperial master.

His name was Song Zhe, who was born in Yizhou and was fifty-six years old. It was said that he was a great Confucian selected from Xiang School. However, in Ye Qinghuai's memory, he was just a rotten old man who followed the script and had no real talent or knowledge.

He served as Ye Qinghuai's teacher in Wenxuan Hall for three months. Ye Qinghuai found it boring and stopped going to class.

Ye Qinghuai still clearly remembers his appearance.

He has a Chinese-shaped face, splayed eyes, and a brown age spot under his right eye, which is not dark in color.

Even though he looked haggard at this moment, his hair was disheveled, and his hands and feet were shackled, Ye Qinghuai still recognized him at a glance.

Under the emperor's disbelieving eyes, the shackled old man knelt down obediently and lowered his head.

"Wang Lisong, this is the meeting of the three departments. The sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly. You must answer truthfully what I ask. You must not hide a single word. The court will definitely not wrong you." Lu Wenxu's voice was particularly majestic.

"Guilty minister, thank God for his grace." After the old man finished speaking, he kowtowed.

Ye Qinghuai just stared at him, his eyes turning from the scorching sun to the cold winter, as cold as today's weather.

The interrogation in the court went very smoothly, Lu Wenxu followed the instructions well, and "Wang Lisong" confessed and obeyed the law.

Ye Qinghuai didn't hear a word.

She thought differently, how Song Zhe, a great scholar in the Xiang School in his previous life, had transformed into Wang Lisong, the wine school's sacrificer.

If it wasn't that someone in the past life was trying to hide something, it's that someone in this life is trying to hide it.

This thought also flashed through Ye Qinghuai's mind. Could it be that someone in the previous life had deliberately changed Wang Lisong's identity and sent him to Wenxuan Hall?

However, this idea was quickly rejected by her.

Not to mention that in his previous life, when Song Zhe was teaching Ye Qinghuai in Wenxuan Palace, Wang Lisong should have been in prison. Even if Ye Qinghuai didn't notice that Wang Lisong was acquitted, Taiqing Pavilion wanted to

There is no need to go to great lengths to arrange a false identity if he is sent to the palace to be the emperor's master.

What's more, based on what Ye Qinghuai has seen and heard in the past few days, since Wang Lisong dared to write a book and criticize the imperial court outright, how could he be a fool who just followed the script when he was the emperor's teacher?

So there is only one possibility.

The "Wang Lisong" in front of me is fake. It is Song Zhe who assumes the identity of the literary school's wine minister.

Wang Lisong has been making sacrificial wine at a liberal arts school for more than ten years. He was born in Taiban, a literary school in the imperial court. Even though he has never taken a class on sacrificial wine, it is impossible not to recognize the appearance of sacrificial wine.

However, the entire interrogation was so smooth and quiet. It was as if the person kneeling there was the real Wang Lisong.

The corners of Ye Qinghuai's eyes couldn't help but tremble. The silver charcoal in the heating chair beneath her was still burning, but she felt chills running down her spine.

Ye Qinghuai suddenly understood why Li Wenqing claimed to be ill and refused to attend court, and why he could not attend the three-committee trial.

Because this trial is a big show, a show performed for Ye Qinghuai alone. In this show, except Ye Qinghuai, the audience, everyone else is an actor.

She looked at the ministers in the hall one by one calmly.

Among these people were the deputy ministers of the dynasty, the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, the Minister of Dali Temple, the Yushitai doctor, and the important ministers of the Six Ministries.

Ye Qinghuai clenched her hands tightly under her sleeves. Before she knew it, her palms were completely sweaty.

From her past life to this life, she always felt that although the courtiers were not very honest and upright, most of them were still loyal and pillars of talent.

Until this moment, she suddenly realized that perhaps what she had seen was just a picture of flowers, and underneath the picture was the reality of bones and bones.

Now, she unintentionally opened a corner of this picture.

Fear arose in Ye Qinghuai's heart.

Even when the rebels entered the city and committed suicide in her previous life, she had never felt such fear.

As she sat there, she felt that there was a false grand scene behind her, and there was a dark abyss in front of her, and the abyss was filled with dangerous atmosphere.

How deep the abyss is, she doesn't know.

Ye Qinghuai listened to the entire interrogation in a daze.

"Wang Lisong" pleaded guilty and was dismissed from his post and exiled to Leizhou. Gu Shihai, as the second assistant of the cabinet, drafted the decree on the spot, and only needed Ye Qinghuai to approve the procedure with his pen.

Ye Qinghuai looked at the grass edict handed to him, paused, and said: "I didn't carry the seal with me, so I'll draft it and send it to Jingshou Palace. I'll stamp it and let Taiqing Pavilion issue the document."

Gu Shihai raised his head and glanced at Ye Qinghuai with some surprise. Seeing that her expression was as usual, he lowered his head again and said, "Old minister, I accept the order."

(End of chapter)