Da Bong fights more people

After the small court meeting in the imperial study room, Wang Shoufu called together five great scholars to discuss the follow-up of Zheng Xinghuai's imprisonment.

"Duke Huai is dead, that's all. But this Que Yongxiu is one of the executioners who slaughtered the city. Your Majesty's move really makes people" Qian Qingshu, a scholar of the Hall of Martial Arts, restrained himself, and sighed:

"It's a good thing to think about how to save Mr. Zheng. Such a good minister should not suffer injustice."

The Grand Master of Jianji Hall was a little impatient, and said angrily: "Zheng Xinghuai has a stubborn temper, he is fine as an official, but above the court, he can't do anything."

The tone is quite sad for his misfortune, and he hates his indisputable.

"But that's why it's respectable, isn't it?"

Dongge University scholar Zhao Tingfang let out a breath and pondered: "Your Majesty wants to vindicate King Zhenbei, doesn't he want to preserve the face of the royal family, then we agree to him. The condition is that Zheng Xinghuai is innocent."

"As long as Zheng Xinghuai is convicted, the case will come to a perfect conclusion for His Majesty, will he agree?" the scholar of Jianji Hall said angrily.

"That's making trouble again!" Zhao Tingfang tapped her finger on the table with force.

Wang Shoufu shook his head lightly: "It's useless, it's different now than before. At first hearing the bad news, all civil and military officials were frightened and angry. Now that the anger has passed, they have gained benefits again, and can turn the massacre scandal into a famous one in the court." Great victory, how to choose, can be imagined."

Qian Qingshu sighed, and pondered: "What does Lord Shoufu think?"

Wang Shoufu said: "Que Yongxiu's safe return to Beijing will inevitably arouse the anger of some people. We can secretly lobby those people and jointly protest. But the requirements should be lowered.

"Que Yongxiu sued Zheng Xinghuai with a bloody book on the street this morning. Everyone knows the trouble. If we try to fight for Zheng Xinghuai's innocence at this time, neither side will be convinced, and His Majesty will not agree."

The maesters nodded slightly.

Indeed, if the conflict has intensified to such an extent, if Zheng Xinghuai is "whitewashed", let alone His Majesty disagrees, even the common people will find it absurd, so who is right and who is wrong?

If this matter is not handled well, the court will become a laughing stock.

Wang Shoufu sighed: "Zheng Xinghuai is still guilty, but he can be replaced by a death row prisoner. As long as His Majesty agrees, this matter can be done.

"All we can do is save his life."

Although the bachelors were unwilling, they could only nod.

At this time, an official hurried in, handed a note to Wang Shoufu, and then retreated.

Wang Shoufu unfolded the note and took a look, he was stunned for a long time without any movement.

"Zheng Xinghuai, died in prison"

The old Shoufu gently placed the note on the table, stood up wearily, and exited the conference hall.

His back is like an old man in his dying years.

Hit the yamen.

Nangong Qianrou sat upright, not daring to say a word.

Even though he is a fourth-rank martial artist, at this moment, he feels a little out of breath.

All the reasons were because of the note that was handed over just now.

After seeing this note, Duke Wei didn't say a word, not even a vivid look in his eyes, just like a sculpture.

Nangong Qianrou has followed Wei Yuan for so many years, and it is rare to see him so silent, and a terrible storm is brewing in the silence.

A brief message was recorded on it: Zheng Xinghuai was killed in prison.

It's really short, the dignified chief minister of a state, a second-rank official, left behind intelligence after death, that's all.

How will the history books record him?Probably the number of words will be a little more, colluding with monsters and barbarians, killing 38 people in the city, and killing the pillar of the Dafeng Township.

It will last forever.

What a ridiculous world, Nangong Qianrou sneered inwardly.

As a bystander, he only has these emotions left. What is ridiculous is not the world, but people.

History books are vast, how many people like Zheng Xinghuai are there?

The reason why there are so many unjust cases is, after all, because no one dares to stand up.

"Your Highness, the Second Princess wants to see you."

When the chief guard knocked on Huaiqing's study, Huaiqing was in a bad mood, and frowned upon hearing this.

At this time, if Lin'an came to provoke her again and bother her, she would not be able to control her emotions.

"Let her go to the living room and wait. I will change my clothes and go."

After dismissing the chief guard, Huaiqing burned the note, changed into a palace skirt as white as snow, and came to the living room, where he saw his younger sister in bright red.

She was taken aback immediately.

Lin'an in the past was lively and bright, twittering like a little sparrow, maybe it would pounce on you and peck you, although every time Huaiqing slapped you on the ground casually.

But she's always tirelessly flying back up and trying to peck you in the face.

But the Lin'an she sees now is like a wrinkled little flower with a dull oval face and lowered peach blossom eyes, like a helpless little girl with low self-esteem.

"If you want to ask if Zheng Xinghuai is dead, then I can give you a clear answer: yes." Huaiqing said lightly.

Lin'an nodded, stared blankly at the ground, and said softly, "I, I don't feel well and I don't know why, just, I just feel a little uncomfortable, and I'm still very scared."

It's because this incident has caused too much impact on her. The flattery usually lasts for a long time. Before the uncle of the country died, the harem was harmonious again. Huaiqing said lightly:

"It's no big deal. If you read too little and read more history books, you will know that this is a common thing. The more bloody and injustice, the less you write about it."

"You, really think so?" Lin'an stared at her.

Because of Zheng Xinghuai's death, and because of the 38 dead souls in Chuzhou City, her guilt was about to explode, and she felt depressed and restless.

At this time, Lin'an thought of Huaiqing, Huaiqing was the older sister she had always wanted to surpass, so she wanted to come and see how Huaiqing faced this matter.

Now that she saw it, she was a little disappointed.

Huaiqing walked in front of her, looked down condescendingly, and said indifferently: "When the moon is full, it will be short;

"When a dynasty turns from prosperity to decline, it is bound to be accompanied by countless blood and tears. The internal decay will eat away at it little by little. There will be more such things happening."

Lin'an was silent for a while, raised his head, looked at his sister: "Then, what should we do?"

Huaiqing stretched out his hand to hold Lin'an's head, a rare tenderness flashed in his eyes: "At this time, someone will stand up."

Lin'an, who would someone stand up, suddenly clenched his hands.