All Hail Cousin Brother

Zhou Linghuai held back her smile, afraid that the little girl would hear something different, and cleared her throat again: "No matter what my identity is, I don't want to hide it from you on purpose."

The evidence was handed over to her, and it was up to her to find out.

It's not that he deliberately concealed or deceived, so he can't be blamed.

Really good calculation.

Yu Youyao murmured, a little happy and a little unhappy: "So, this qin was actually made by my cousin Zhou, and later passed on to you?"

After confessing his identity, his fake cousin was still a cousin in her heart.

The real cousin "Zhou Linghuai" turned into Cousin Zhou instead.

Zhou Linghuai wanted to laugh a little: "Well, it's him."

Yu Youyao opened his mouth.

Zhou Linghuai understood what she meant: "You want to ask, is your cousin Zhou still alive?"

Yu Youyao's eyes widened: "How do you know."

Zhou Linghuai seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "The real Zhou Linghuai is still alive and well, and he acquiesced to my use of his identity. Otherwise, you would think that I am so powerful that I would not be able to get Mrs. Zhou's private seal, and Her handwritten letter."

Until dusk, there was no news from the palace, and the officials who entered the palace in the morning did not return home, and every door was closed.

The whole Jingzhao is a dignified atmosphere that is about to come.

The solemn atmosphere continued until the third day.

There was news from the palace: "Within the ten clans of the Marquis of Changxing, no matter whether they are old or young, women and children, they will all be sent to the imperial prison, and they will be tried again."

The official drew his knife and rushed into the Marquis of Changxing's mansion, arresting everyone when he saw people in the house.

A group of people from the Marquis of Changxing's mansion ripped off their clothes on the spot, put on white prison uniforms, handcuffs and shackles on their hands and feet, and were escorted into the prison cart.

The prisoner van drove past Chang'an Avenue.

The people on both sides of the road were furious, smashing leaves, rotten eggs, and even stones at the people in the car, and all kinds of swearing could be heard.

In addition, more than 30 officials in Beijing were raided and sent to prison.

The first to bear the brunt of the war were the Minister of War, who was the second-rank official, and the Grand Scholar of Wenhua Pavilion, the Minister of the Cabinet, Sun Gelao, and his descendants.

Secondly, the Metropolitan Procuratorate was guilty of failing to investigate, and it also slapped it over and over again.

Yu Zongzheng, because of King You's treason and treason, filed a petition and asked for a thorough investigation, and escaped by accident.

But his superior Yang Shiguang, also the father of Yang Shuwan, did not escape. He was imprisoned in the golden hall. He took off his black gauze cap, took off his official robe, and dragged him down.

All day long, the prison cars on Chang'an Street hardly ever stopped from morning to night.

On the fourth day.

The emperor, who had not come to court for three days in a row, sat on the dragon chair, his face was gray, and he was already in low spirits. Even his hands on his legs could not stop shaking.

The chief assistant of the cabinet, Xia Yan, was too old to sit.

Opposite him, Mr. Xianyun, who was also given a seat, was drinking tea with his head down, looking better.

"Prince Yin Huaixi" sat beside him, her red lips lining her morbid face, giving people a thrilling and intimidating look. No one in the room dared to look directly at his face.

His lips twitched faintly, and the young master's words appeared in his mind: "When Ye Hanyuan's trial is over, you can present what I have prepared, and don't say anything more."

He was puzzled and asked, "The old prince was wronged, why can't he tell the emperor that he knew?"

The corner of the young master's lips curled slightly, revealing a hint of irony: "In this world, the grievances that can be spoken are not called grievances, they are called excuses, and the injustices that can be called out are not called injustices, they are called sophistry," he said. Huo Feng paused lightly: "Only if others feel that you have been wronged, you are wronged, you are really wronged, really wronged."

Thinking of this, "Yin Huaixi" shook his hands and offered the box that he had been holding in his hands: "Your Majesty, the sinner has something to present to Your Majesty."

Beneath the golden hall, the exhausted emperor barely opened his eyes, and gave a look at the attendant's servant on the side: "Bring it up."

The emperor was very unfamiliar with this nephew.

It was also when King You asked for the seal for his son Yin Huaixi, and I saw it from the portrait. After that, every year, there are court painters who specially go to Youzhou to paint the portrait of the prince and present it.

Yin Huaixi in the painting has long and narrow eyebrows, not like his father with a pair of peach blossom eyes, but like his uncle.

But this is such a nephew, who can't even stop a piece of paper from raising his eyebrows, and his frivolous nephew, but now he has disabled legs and is so sick that even the imperial doctor said that he will not live to twenty.

You can imagine how angry he was in his heart.

The servant hurried forward, took the treasure box in Yin Huaixi's hand, and presented it to the emperor.

Yin Huaixi couldn't help coughing a few times, and said in a hoarse voice: "This thing is an old thing that the emperor gave to his father in the past, and my father has always kept it properly. When the sinner was nine years old, his father gave it to the sinner. There was a fire in Prince You’s Mansion. Only the ruins of the Prince You’s Mansion were left. The old things were all burned down in the fire. Only this thing, which my father told me to carry with me, was preserved. Now my father has passed away, and the sinful dog is still breathing. I don't deserve to carry this thing again."

The emperor's expression was unpredictable, and he opened the box with trembling hands, only to see a dagger inlaid with gold and jade, seven treasures and seven colors, extremely precious.

The servant who served on the emperor's side was so shocked that his forehead was sweating, and he couldn't stand on his knees.

And the emperor who suddenly saw this dagger was even more stunned on the spot.

Full face up and down, quiet enough to hear the needle drop.

"Yin Huaixi" lowered his eyes, and the young master's words echoed in his ears: "Once others resonate with your grievances and injustices, their hearts will often override reason, and the decisions made are often hearts, greater than reason. , so that the human heart can be used to the fullest.”

What if your heart is unpredictable?

The same can't escape the young master.

Below, there were already courtiers who couldn't stand the dignified atmosphere and shivered, while others couldn't help their throats and let out heavy breathing.

Xia Yansheng, who had been dozing all the time, woke up after a shock, and did not dare to look at the king on the dragon chair.

Even Mr. Xianyun put down the tea and glanced at the calm "Yin Huaixi" beside him.

After a long time, there was a somewhat unreal voice from the king on the high seat: "Back then, in the first year of my ascension to the throne, the king of Dongning, Zhen Cangzhou, occasionally hunted a strange Jiao dragon on his forehead in the East China Sea. The most famous swordsmith, forged a short dagger only three inches long."

As he spoke, he took out the short dagger in the box. The dagger was probably well maintained. After so many years, the golden jade on it was still the same as before.