Bastards

It's a pity that Cui Yu didn't see this scene as a reality.

The Ministry of Criminal Justice opened the trial this time cleanly. Before Cui Yu could reach the place, the news spread from afar, and he was sentenced!

It is said that a key evidence was found-Peng Ping's last book before his death.

The letter was written in blood, and the handwriting trembled slightly. It was shocking and horrifying. Everyone present could imagine how the deceased was feeling at the beginning...

The letter was not long, and did not mention the murderer. It seemed that Peng Ping was willing to die at the hands of this person, or wanted to cover up the murderer. He did not mention the reason and relationship, but only explained some funeral affairs.For example, he had discussed with his first wife earlier that although Mrs. Deng married into the Peng family as a concubine, she could accompany her as a wife and sister. If the wife died, the concubine could be promoted to the position of wife, which complies with the laws of Daan and does not violate Peng Ancestral rules.The Peng family has never been an official for generations, and it is not as strict as an official family. Even if there is a little controversy inside, it's okay. He has discussed with his clan, and he followed the discussion. He promoted Deng's wife and gave birth to a child. All belong to the direct line, and all kinds of family property can be distributed according to the rules of the direct line.

Jurisprudence does not take into account human feelings. Even if such an operation is a bit off-putting, it is not completely unreasonable. The Peng family is willing to go to court and the judges cannot be convicted for this.Furthermore, how to divide the family property is the Peng family's own business. The clan members have discussed it, and the government should not interfere too much.

As soon as this suicide note came out, Mrs. Deng immediately trembled, crying and begging the court officials to make decisions.Everything she has is what her man is willing to give, and her man still thought about her before he died and established her as his wife. How could she be a murderer?

As for Peng Chuanyi... Everyone haha.This suicide note didn't mention half of his share, but he was kind to Mrs. Deng and his children, and he didn't have any part of the family property. Why?

According to normal logic, it is probably when a person is about to die, his words are also good.Peng Ping was killed by his son, but he was his own son after all. He didn't want to send his son to prison and beheaded, so he didn't write the murderer's name. He only gave everything to Deng, leaving him with nothing and never being able to hold his head up. It's a punishment...

The handwriting of this last letter was similar to Peng Ping's past letters, with fingerprints printed on it. The clansmen who came to Luoyang all nodded their approval, saying that it must be written by Peng Ping himself!Lou Deming, the presiding judge, also called the Ministry of Punishment to compare and confirm the authenticity of the handwriting. The result was that all of them were correct, and [-]% of them were written by the deceased.

This is ironclad proof.

In addition, there was a servant girl who proved that Peng Chuanyi had a dagger, and someone said that he had seen his figure appearing in front of the study that night...

With a slap of the gavel, Lou Deming determined that the murderer in this case was Peng Chuanyi. He killed his father and committed the murder, which is not justified by nature. He was sent to prison and executed half a month later!

……

The results have already come out, and there is no point in going to the lobby of the Ministry of Justice. What else can you see except the empty courtroom after the crowd has dispersed?

Cui Yu didn't move, and went back to the inn room to sit, waiting for news from Yang Xuan.

At night, Yang Xuan came back to look for Cui Yu without taking off his mask.

Cui Yu waited for a long time, a little worried: "How is Peng Chuanyi?"

"Very shocked." Yang Xuan described Peng Chuanyi's appearance in prison, "He was dumbfounded, as if he had lost his soul..."

Cui Yu sighed: "At his level, it's hard not to be hit. But—" He frowned slightly, and tapped the handle of the jade-bone fan on his palm, "What should he think of about that booklet? Didn't you make any moves?" Also, he looked at Yang Xuan: "What about those groups of people, haven't they looked for him again?"

"He probably didn't know who to believe, so he didn't move for a while, but he didn't expect others to move so quickly and provide evidence with sharp methods. The second trial proved his crime..."

While talking, Yang Xuan tilted her head and removed the mask.The summer is hot, and although he is skilled in martial arts, he is not afraid of the cold and heat, but he is not incapable of sweating. No matter how thin and breathable the deerskin mask is, it will not be comfortable to wear for a long time.

He was tall and had thick fingers. His hands were sweaty and slippery. It was even more difficult to remove the mask, and he couldn't take it off for a long time.

"I'll help you." Cui Yan put down his fan and walked in front of him.

The distance between the two was less than three inches. Yang Xuan looked at Cui Yu's beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and Cui Yu's red lips under the candlelight. His voice stopped and he didn't move anymore.Cui Yu raised his slender and slender fingers, the fingertips were as moist as fat jade, as if they could dance, they fell lightly on the side of the ear, soft and itchy.

"All right."

Cui Yu took off his mask, but Yang Xuan grabbed his wrist.

He raised his head in confusion, and met Yang Xuan's eyes...they were a pair of extremely deep, fiery eyes, staring at him like a wolf that had been starving for many days.

Cui Yu smiled slightly, pretending not to know: "What's wrong?"

Yang Xuan felt that there was a fire burning in his heart, and he was on the verge of dying. He really wanted to do something, but Cui Yu was like this...

He stroked the soft skin on the side of Cui Yu's wrist with his fingertips a few times, and finally let go of his hand: "...Those groups of people, some moved, some didn't move, my people kept watching, and Peng Chuanyi never met again. risked his life, didn't trust anyone, and didn't say anything about the booklet."

His eyes were like a wolf's, and he kept staring at Cui Yu, not far away, and his voice was too hoarse and deep, revealing a different emotion.

Cui Yu just pretended not to see it, and continued to ask: "What about Deng? With such a result, I must be very proud."

"Yes."

"But I haven't found the brochure yet... isn't she in a hurry?"

"She has sent an order to her confidants to search for the Wencheng County mansion."

Cui Yu pondered: "So... she should feel that the things are not in Peng Chuanyi's hands."

Yang Xuan's eyes were on Cui Yu's slender fingers playing with the mask. This hand was slender and smooth, white and flawless, and there was a touch of powder on the fingertips... He swallowed unconsciously, and his thoughts almost wandered: "Who has the mask on his hand? Will this treasure be used? Mrs. Deng has come to a conclusion and should not pester Peng Chuanyi anymore."

"Peng Chuanyi...it's time to be in a hurry." Cui Yu thought for a while, then smiled and said, "I'm desperate, I don't know who to trust...it's time for us to play!" He raised his voice slightly, a little excited, "Tomorrow, we will go find the His faithful servant!"

Yang Xuan frowned: "Uncle Zhong?"

When Peng Chuanyi and Peng Chuanyi came to Luoyang, the Fu family provided a house. Peng Chuanyi was in prison. This loyal uncle must still live there. Cui Yu pointed to the west: "I remember that it is in this direction, it seems not far away. ?”

Yang Xuan reminded him: "There are nails there."

Cui Yan nodded: "Of course, it's about the booklet. In the prison, Peng Chuanyi is being watched. Outside, it is naturally this loyal servant who has never left. It is strange that no one is watching."

So how do you avoid people saying a word?

Cui Yu suddenly turned his head and looked at Yang Xuan with bright eyes: "You are watching too! You must be watching too!"

Yang Xuan nodded.

Cui Yu immediately held his hand: "What rules does he have when he goes out?"

Yang Xuan lowered his head slightly, with an imperceptible smile on the corner of his lips, and said in a low voice, "He will visit Peng Chuanyi every day at Sishiyou, and the time route has never changed."

Sishiyoushi... West...

Cui Yu's eyes wandered quickly, and his thoughts turned. Soon, he remembered something: "I remember, a middleman said that there is a nice house over there, but the price is a bit high. Can you go and see it in two days?"

Yang Xuan also remembered: "That's right, if you want to see it, you must pass by Fu's house."

"Very good," Cui Yu snapped his fingers, "Let your people get in touch, we'll pass there at tomorrow's time!"

Yang Xuan looked at Cui Yu full of energy, as if the whole room could be illuminated with a smile, and unconsciously smiled: "...OK."

……

Yang Xuan is very reliable in his work. I don't know if he acted in the middle of the night or if the door to the middleman was blocked early in the morning. In short, he successfully invited the middleman who was busy. Go west.

This road is the only way to go from Fu's house to the prison of the Ministry of punishment.

The people in the middle were very enthusiastic and actively promoted the house: "... Wujin Mansion! It was newly built three years ago! There are scenery everywhere, ponds and flowers, and you can get what you want. You only need two or two, and the selling price is sincere! Let me tell you, in this city of Luoyang, where every inch of land is very expensive, the price has been rising all the time, and others can’t find it if they want to buy it! This is also due to the fact that the owner’s family went to other places to be an official, and the family has an accident and the money is not enough. Otherwise, who would sell this well-built new house? It’s also a small family familiarity. The owner’s family found the small one here. You can go to other people’s places to ask, and there may not be an existing house! You two will find out today if you go and have a look. Buy it No loss at all!"

Yang Xuan didn't like to talk, and Ren Zhongren didn't care what he said.Cui Yu has a friendly demeanor, but he has something on his mind today, so he doesn't really mind it, he just agrees casually.This kind of attitude shocked Zhongren very much. Although his face was still full of enthusiasm, his heart was full of drums.

It was still Lan Qiaomu who saved face for his master, but the masters ignored them, so the two of them followed suit. From the Feng Shui of the house to the anecdotes in the alleys, they perfectly played the outsider who is not familiar with Luoyang, allowing the middle-aged to express their sexuality , the atmosphere is pretty good.

Walking around, the middle-aged people consciously noticed that the two buyers were not short of money and were generous, but they didn't know Luoyang well, so they didn't talk casually, so they seemed sophisticated.How nice it is to let the servants chat with themselves, and they can hear things and make judgments...the nobles are so classy!

He is a mediocre person, he doesn't care if he has face or not, and he is used to dealing with the servants of the big family on weekdays, and he is very good at playing tricks. The two buyers ignored him, and he didn't feel uncomfortable at all. He dragged Lan Qiaomu to chat with him Lively, just look at Yang Xuan and Cui Yu's face from time to time...

Soon, a middle-aged man with a hunched back, carrying a food box, frowning, and bitter hatred appeared not far in front of him. It was the loyal uncle!

Cui Yu glanced at Yang Xuan: Are you coming or should I come?

Yang Xuan was noncommittal, anyone would do.

When two groups of people passed by, a horse rushed towards the street. It ran extremely fast and crazily. Although it didn't hurt anyone, but at this speed—everyone knew to avoid it.

Passers-by on both sides stepped in, and Cui Yu followed the flow of people, just touching Uncle Zhong's shoulder.

Not missing this opportunity, Cui Yu moved his lips and said softly, "Tell Peng Chuanyi, if you need help, call me anytime."

Uncle Zhong suddenly raised his head, saw Cui Yu's face, and said everything in shock.

Cui Yu winked at him: "I have been paid so much, but I haven't gotten it yet."

The startled horse crossed the market, passers-by dodged, and the voice was noisy. Cui Yu's volume was extremely low, and only the loyal uncle standing beside him could hear it.Many passers-by huddled together to avoid horses, and the collision between the two of them was very normal and did not attract any attention.

Uncle Zhong looked around, but he didn't recognize him, but he knew Cui Yu's face.In just a split second, he remembered the frightening days of the River Gang...

Although those days were frightening, the ability of this person in front of him was unquestionable!

Maybe he can really help the young master!

Just as Uncle Zhong was about to speak, Cui Yu had already left with the flow of people, leaving him with a meaningful look in his eyes and a lip shape, as if he was saying a four-letter address.

Uncle Zhong paused for a while with the food box in his hand. He didn't stand up straight until the startled horse had passed and the crowd returned to normal.A light flashed in the bottom of his eyes, his raised steps began to be firm, and his whole personality was no longer so lifeless.

Sanke Inn... Sanke Inn!

He wants to tell the young master immediately that he is saved!

……

The things in the plan were completed smoothly, Cui Yu was beaming with joy, very happy, and it was another step forward for Yang Xuan to return to Beijing as the prince!

Yang Xuan walked outside, shielding him from the scorching sun: "Happy?"

Cui Yu nodded his head heavily, and there was a flash of wisdom in the bottom of his eyes: "In less than three days, there will be an answer from there!" So how can you be unhappy?

Thinking that all this is for herself, Yang Xuan's eyes became more gentle: "From now on... I can always be with you."

Cui Yan squinted his eyes and didn't speak, but his meaning was very clear: Now you haven't returned to Beijing as the prince, have you been with me all the time?

The brilliance in Yang Xuanxiu's long eyes flashed, and he suddenly smiled: "You're right."

Cui Mata pushed him, and couldn't help laughing.

It's a pity that the good atmosphere can't last too long. Suddenly someone jumped out to stop them. To be precise, it was Cui Yu who said, "Young Master Cui, my master is here to invite you."

Yang Xuan immediately pulled Cui Yu behind his back, his eyes were ruthless, and his expression was extremely unfriendly.

The visitor bowed his hands in salute: "I have no malice, my master—" he pointed in the direction, "wait for Mr. Cui there."

Cui Yu looked in the direction he pointed, and saw the second floor of the teahouse not far away, the window was open, and someone was looking out. Seeing him looking over, he smiled and waved his hand.

It's the king of Yue!

Cui Yu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he subconsciously looked at Yang Xuan.

This action did not contain any hints, but Yang Xuan still understood his worry immediately. He was worried that the interaction with Uncle Zhong just now would be seen!

But this is unlikely.It is far away from the place where he just rubbed shoulders with Uncle Zhong, and he has not seen or heard anyone suspicious.

This one just appeared, coming straight at them.

Yang Xuan figured it out after a few turns in his mind, and shook his head imperceptibly at Cui Mata.

Cui Mata adjusted his breathing silently.

...It's fine if you don't see it.

No matter whether the king of Yue was unintentional or intentional, since he sent someone to stop him, he couldn't refuse this meeting.Cui Yu looked at the visitor with a smile: "Please wait a moment, just give me a few instructions."

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the middleman was a little scared. He didn't know who was standing in front of him, but he had spent half his life in Luoyang, and some winks were inevitable.He bowed his head with his arms tied, not daring to look at anyone or speak.

"Lan Qiao, you and this middleman go to see the house, come back and talk to me, okay?" Cui Mata was like spring water, with a soothing smell.

Lan Qiao is a foolish and bold person, so he won't be intimidated, and he doesn't care why the master ordered him to do so, but after the master ordered him, he will do it: "Okay! I will definitely read it carefully, and come back and talk to the young master in detail!"

"Mu Tong, you stay with him."

Mu Tong glanced at the person who blocked them, then at Yang Xuan, his eyes were covered, and he couldn't see the waves: "Yes."

When the three left, Cui Yu looked at the guard who stopped him: "Please lead the way, my lord."

"Don't dare." The man stretched out his hand to lead the advertisement, and instead of leading the way, he stood slightly behind, as if he was on guard against the two of them getting lost.

Yang Xuan's complexion was dark.

Cui Yu held his hand, and when he turned his head to look at him, he smiled brightly to show his comfort.

Yang Xuan... said that she was indeed comforted.

The three of them walked silently all the way, and quickly walked to the destination teahouse, went up the stairs, and came to the box on the second floor.

As soon as the door opened, the king of Yue was not alone.

The king of Yue didn't wear a golden crown, nor did he wear the prince's regular clothes, but only an ordinary green robe, sitting opposite the old man who knew his destiny.The style of clothing on this old man was average, similar to that of the dignitaries outside this street, but the materials of the clothing were expensive, embroidered with gold and silver threads, which was a kind of low-key gorgeousness.

The old man smiled slightly, as if putting on the most friendly gesture, but no matter how he put it on, he couldn't hide his stern gaze and the domineering temperament that only a superior person had.In front of him, King Yue seemed to be sitting at the same level as him, but in fact he had been carefully observing his expressions and movements.

As for the white-faced, beardless, slightly fat man standing behind the old man, with his hands bowed and his eyes never leaving the old man, his standing posture has a special temperament...

Cui Yu didn't need any special abilities at all, and didn't need to think too much, and immediately locked the identities of these people.

The King of Yue was still there to introduce: "Come to Cui Yu, it is fate that we met today, let me introduce you, this is a member of my family—"

Before the word "uncle" came out, Cui Yu had a serious face, and he lifted his robe to salute: "Cui Min, a grass-roots man, has met the emperor!"

Yang Yi saluted behind him.

Emperor Taikang gave him a look, and Eunuch Gao, the chief eunuch, ran over to help Cui Yu up.

"How do you know my identity? Have you met me?" Emperor Taikang was very interested.

Cui Yu really wanted to complain, this is to say that he is low-key and not low-key. When he was with King Yue, he behaved like a king, but anyone who has a sweet heart can see it, okay?

But think so, but can't say so.

"The grassroots have never been lucky enough to see the beauty of the sky." Cui Yu smiled slightly, and put on a habitual demeanor, "However, the dragon spirit of the emperor is as clear as the sun and the moon, and it flows like a river. How can the grassroots not recognize it?"

Emperor Taikang was very happy to hear this: "Yang'er is right, you really have some skills and good eyesight. If I travel in modest clothes, the rules can be avoided. Come and sit down, there is no need to be formal."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Cui Yu didn't refuse, and stepped forward generously, and sat on the stool.

Emperor Taikang could see that he was really not afraid, he was graceful and open-minded.

No wonder he was respected as an expert at such a young age.

Emperor Taikang became more interested, so he couldn't help but want to give it a try: "Since you know who I am, do you know where I am going?"

As soon as the words fell, King Yue seemed a little anxious, and made small movements with his hands, as if he wanted to attract Cui Yu to look at him, so that he could give a reminder.

As a result, Cui Yu didn't notice, Emperor Taikang saw it first, and moved his eyes over: "Yang'er, don't mess around. Since you said he has real skills, why don't I ask a few questions?"

King Yue's voice was full of grievances: "But you ask questions as soon as you meet to make things difficult for others. What if people are restless? You are the emperor, and you will be punished if you answer wrongly before the emperor."

Emperor Taikang laughed: "Okay, I forgive Cui Mata for his innocence, and I don't blame what I said today is right or wrong!"

Cui Yu rolled his eyes inwardly, as if he had been fed a piece of mouse feces abruptly, it was disgusting.

The king of Yue seems to be begging for mercy, but in fact he is giving a pressure reminder that the word imperial power should not be messed with, it is best for him to behave obediently!Emperor Taikang pushed the boat along the way, but he didn't know it was another beating!

But Cui Mata is really not afraid!And for such a trivial matter, he doesn't need to use his ability!

The emperor came out of the palace and "met" himself. It seemed that the king of Yue had pushed him.The king of Yue would do this, there must be some purpose. Thinking about it deeply, there is nothing else besides continuing to test and subdue himself, showing his face in front of the emperor and asking for credit.

If he wanted to kidnap the emperor and persuade him to meet him, he had to find a good reason.

In this hot weather, why did the emperor leave the palace?What can't be solved in the palace?Lenovo's recent turmoil in court, there is no need to guess too much, it must be the return of the prince to the palace.The ministers turned up, the emperor couldn't think of any good way to refuse, and his heart got angry.Because all court officials misunderstood him, he was not easy to ask for advice, maybe people thought he was fishing, playing hard to get or something, not telling the truth.Besides, the ministers also provoked him, so he didn't want to.

Troubled by court affairs, unable to sue the harem, and no ministers to question, if it were Emperor Taikang, he knew it was time to seek foreign aid!

At this age, willing to listen to King Yue's lure to see him... The emperor must be a trustworthy person.

Before he Cui Yu came, what kind of masters were there in Luoyang?The only one that has been widely circulated, has not moved around, and has a close relationship with the royal family-only Xishan Tianze Temple.

Cui Yu's heart turned a few times, the smile on his face was ethereal, slightly mysterious, and his voice was as clear as pearls colliding: "Look at the emperor's complexion, as if he is going west."

Emperor Taikang was stunned. Not to mention an outsider, even the noble concubine in the palace didn't know about his coming out. It was impossible for Cui Mata to have gotten the news in advance... He put away the smile on his face: "Oh? Look at this come out?"

From the direction of this topic, Cui Yu already knew what to talk about later, so he didn't wait for Emperor Taikang to throw it out, and replied directly: "Yes, I can see that the emperor has worries."

Emperor Taikang narrowed his eyes: "Since you can see this too—how about telling me, what are you worrying about?"

Cui Yu closed his eyes slightly: "The emperor is worried about this country and this world."

Emperor Taikang stretched out his hand to stroke his beard, his gaze sharp.

It's not bad to say so.The matter of the crown prince...isn't it related to the country and the world?

Seeing that the atmosphere was quiet, King Yue interjected: "You are not a court official, you don't know how difficult my father and emperor have been these past few days, and the officials don't know who was provoking them, one by one, they want to invite the crown prince back to the palace—"

Having said that, he quietly glanced at Emperor Taikang.

Taikang Emperor's old god was there, as if he closed his eyes and rested his mind, and did not stop the King of Yue.

If you don't stop it, you just acquiesce.

The King of Yue smiled bitterly and said: "Actually, the crown prince occupies the title assigned to me by my imperial grandfather from the moment he was born. No wonder the courtiers, but the crown prince... how should I put it, disappointed my father. Blessings can be shared with all people, but difficulties are willing to be borne by all. I have never mentioned these things to outsiders. It is quite impolite for the king to say this to you today, but how important the country is, how can it be hasty! "

Going forward, King Yue's eyes became more serious, and his voice became more oppressive: "Facing a hundred officials and sons, father and emperor are helpless and sad. This king, as a son, really can't bear it. You are an expert, why don't you come and do the math, father?" Is the emperor going to issue an order to call the prince back to the palace?"

The tone of the voice ranged from heavy to light, from urgent to slow, and the king of Yue was trying to show his purpose!