Shaodi Chunxin

By the time Bailishi arrived, the torrential rain had passed.

The steps in the hallway of the Hall of Mental Cultivation were wet, and the raindrops were still falling.

Thunder and lightning flashed in the dark cloud in the distance, and they continued to move forward arrogantly, wetting more roofs of the imperial city.Debao was standing on the porch, and as soon as Baili Shi came in, he dragged Baili Shi into it in a hurry.

"You're here!" He said anxiously, "The situation over there is really bad, Your Majesty."

"Fu palm print inside?"

"Yes!" Debao sighed.

When he entered after a hundred miles, he saw the young emperor unconscious on the dragon couch, Fu Yuanqing was sitting on a stool beside him, his wet clothes had not been changed, his expression was as calm as ever, and he spread out the bamboo slips of the Great Desolation Jade Classic in his hand, as if he was reading them carefully.Seeing him coming in, Fu Yuanqing got up and gave up the position next to the young emperor, and said to Baili: "Please ask the doctor for pulse."

Baili didn't talk much, but when he felt his pulse, he found that Shaodi's clothes had been completely removed, and the bandage on his chest had been changed. He raised his brows, glanced at Fu Yuanqing who was standing on the side, but didn't say much.

"Toiled and haggard, qi and blood rushing to the heart. Let me prescribe a prescription." Baili Shi said.

"Trouble the genius doctor." Fu Yuanqing said.

Baili Shi said, "You're being polite with your palm print."

Fu Yuanqing raised his eyes to look at him, and asked calmly: "How to get rid of your majesty's disguise?"

Baili was startled.

"The scars on His Majesty's chest are both old and new. I think they were covered with disguised human skin before coming here. His face is slightly different from Chen Jing's, and he must have made a slight outline change." Fu Yuanqing asked again, "How to remove the disguise."

"The palm print... Do you know?" Bailishi asked, "The palm print has been steeped in the art of looking down on you for many years, and you are proficient in calculations and tactics, and you are even more delicate in dealing with people... I am confused. I don't know when the palm print was known?"

Fu Yuanqing was stunned for a moment.

"If you say the exact time, I can't remember. People always deceive themselves... When you are confused, you may already know it in your heart. If you really ask... I think about it carefully, maybe when I knew his name was 'Chen Jing' , or maybe it was when he was drunk that night and mistook him for Zhao Jin..." Fu Yuanqing shook his head and smiled helplessly, "I probably knew it before and pretended I didn't know it...now, I know it even if I don't know it The wound on his chest is the trace of blood taken from his heart, I can't lie to myself anymore. I also ask the divine doctor to tell me how to remove the disguise."

Baili Shi sighed, took out a small porcelain bottle from the medicine box and put it on the table: "The outline of the face has changed slightly, it's troublesome to stick it on, just wash it off with medicine."

Fu Yuanqing looked at the small porcelain vase and asked again: "I looked through the Great Desolation Jade Scripture, but I couldn't find the answer. Please enlighten me, how to achieve the unity of heaven and man, and the connection of mind and heart?"

"I don't know either." Bailishi replied.

This answer was not unexpected, Fu Yuanqing responded, and put down the bamboo slip in his hand: "I will send the genius doctor out."

He left the sleeping hall with Bailishi, and sent him out of the front hall of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and walked to the lower building, Bailishi said: "There is no need to send the palm print, Debao Guild will arrange someone to send it to me."

"Okay." Fu Yuanqing bowed and saluted, "Take care on the way to Baili Miracle Doctor."

Baili Shi sighed, cupped his fists and said, "The current situation is chaotic, the one who needs to take care is your palm print."

Fu Yuanqing smiled gently, and asked Debao to arrange for someone to send Bailishi out of the palace.

At this time the sky has gradually dimmed.

The afterglow of the setting sun was gradually gathered.

New palace lanterns were hung under the eaves of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, swaying in the wind after the heavy rain.

There were sporadic cries and knocking on the door faintly from the direction of Huiji Gate.

"How is Qian Zongfu doing in the prison?" He asked.

"It's been more than three months since the case of Hou Xinghai was related to him and we brought him back to Beizhen Fusi from Nanjing. He seemed very calm. Heng Zhiye's death didn't make him panic at all." Cao Ban'an said.

"It's a lie not to panic. Fifteen years ago, he successively stuffed a small amount of 15 taels of silver into Wen Xuansi's doctor. This huge sum of money was recorded in the ledger by Hou Xinghai, which became irrefutable evidence. Such a large amount of money The huge sum of money, where did he come from, a mere doctor? Who funded him to become the imperial physician by the late emperor's side?"

Once such old things are turned over, the following is the shocking truth.

Fu Yuanqing looked in the direction of Huiji Gate, his face calmed down, he made up his mind, and said to Cao Ban'an who was waiting beside him: "You write a secret order to Lai Liqun and tell him that you are going to interrogate Qian Zongfu."

"Yes." Cao Ban'an bowed in response.

"Fang Jing."

"Godfather, my son is here." Fang Jing said.

"You take the secret order to Beizhen Fusi." Fu Yuanqing said, "You will personally preside over the case of Qian Zongfu."

Fang Jing raised his head to look at Fu Yuanqing, got a positive look, he clasped his fists and replied, "Godfather, my son understands. My son must have interrogated Qian Zongfu clearly and cleanly."

waited for a long time...

A huge wave is about to set off.

It's time to lift it up.

Fang Jing took the secret order and left the imperial city from Bei'anmen. Kong Shang followed him, and seeing his serious face, he couldn't help asking: "Mr. Chang, we all know who are the ministers who exercise power behind the scenes. We have the emperor's backing behind us." If you don't like it, why don't you just grab it? Didn't you just grab Aunt Huilan from Renshou Palace and put it in a sack and beat her?"

"Confused, can it be the same?" Fang Jing glared at him, "The court of the Daduan Dynasty is comparable to the Renshou Palace. Who do you think we arrest? The chief assistant of the cabinet Yu Luqiu? Yan Jifan, Minister of the Ministry of Punishment? Yu Huai, chief constitution of the Metropolitan Procuratorate Mu? Deng Xuan, the head of the Hanlin Academy? Zhou Borong, who offered wine to the Imperial Academy? Who else... Is everyone from the Sixth Section Corridor doing something?"

"Uh..." Kong Shang was startled, "It doesn't seem to work?"

"What do you mean it doesn't work, it doesn't work at all!" Fang Jing said, "I asked the same stupid thing as you when I first joined the ceremonial supervisor to worship my ancestor as a godfather. Guess what the ancestor said?"

"How to say?"

"The ancestors said four words, it is people who govern."

Kong Shang seems to understand but not understand.

"Government depends on the people, choose the virtuous and capable. Cultivate yourself with the Tao, and cultivate the Tao with benevolence." Fang Jing said. Those who hold important positions in the imperial court are all important ministers. If His Majesty arrests and kills casually, will the courtiers below and the people of the world feel chilled? Is it? Besides, killing people without proof is a tyranny and a stupid act. Look at King Zhou of Shang, did he end well? That’s why the ancestors told us to use less torture in Dongchang.”

"And let me tell you, the ancestors put the people in the world at the forefront. The government is in turmoil, and it's ordinary people who suffer. Isn't it?"

"Oh..." Kong Shang suddenly realized, "I understand. So when we go to Beizhen Fusi to interrogate people this time, don't we have to be a little gentler, and slowly seduce—"

"Aren't you stupid? You don't have anything in your stomach!" Fang Jing scolded him again, "The old ancestor said that I should preside over the trial, which means how to judge and how to judge!"

"Then the subordinates don't understand, and they want to benevolent and righteous, and they want to use torture..."

"I understand this." Fang Jing's face was a little gloomy, and he chuckled, "This is called the state-owned state law, and the family has family rules. If there are really illegal acts, let them cry bitterly, and it is too late to kneel down and beg for mercy."

The young emperor woke up in the early morning of the second day.

It was getting brighter.

From where he was lying, he could see Fu Yuanqing lying on the bed beside the dragon couch.His father was sound asleep, his hair was a little disheveled.The young emperor touched his cheek, and Fu Yuanqing slowly woke up from the dream.

"Chen Jing..." He seemed to be still a little sleepy, so he called out vaguely.

The young emperor froze.

"You called the wrong person." He replied a little stiffly, already on the bed, grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on his body.

"Chen Jing." But it was Fu Yuanqing's determined voice that greeted him.

"You—! Do you see who I am?"

"Chen Jing." Fu Yuanqing said again.

The word Chen Jing was like a sharp thorn, piercing Shaodi's heart even more painfully, his face turned livid, he turned and left.

Fu Yuanqing was still holding on to the hem of his shirt, but he was about to fall to the ground after being pulled violently by this movement.But Shaodi was faster than him and supported him.

"Chen Jing."

"I'm not Chen Jing!"

At this moment, Fu Yuanqing smelled the familiar smell of blood.Without hesitation, he tore open the front of Shaodi's chest, and there was a deep red streak of blood seeping from the gauze on the area in front of the left chest.

The young emperor was startled, trying to cover up: "Fu Yuanqing, you are so bold!"

Fu Yuanqing said: "Let me take a look."

He did not address him as His Majesty.

Nor did they call themselves slaves.

"Let me take a look," he said again.

The young emperor couldn't help but hesitated because of his words, and then it was too late, Fu Yuanqing tore off his skirt without hesitation, and the young emperor's dragon body was exposed.Fu Yuanqing looked at his left chest.

With just one glance, the tears that I had endured all night fell quietly.

In fact, when he saw the wound last night, he already wanted to cry bitterly.

The position of Shaodi's left chest and heart was covered with knife wounds, layer upon layer, some of which had healed, most of which were just scabs, a thin layer, and the top few wounds probably had nowhere to scratch, and were all wounded on one side. From there, it is now cracking, and a trail of blood is winding down.

Fu Yuanqing pressed there with both hands, and the young emperor frowned in pain: "It hurts."

Blood flowed from his fingers, and he cried even harder, in a panic.Without those tenderness and obedience, there is no proper advance and retreat.

Fu Yuanqing cried and questioned him: "How could you do this, how could you hurt yourself like this."

"Over the years...I, my dear person, how could you hurt me so much, how could you do it."

The young emperor was a little dazed.

"Father...you..."

"Xuan is like the morning light of spring, the breeze of summer, the nectar of autumn, and the warm sun of winter. Blessing the scenery of heaven and earth, bathing in the shade of the universe. Blessing the scenery..." Fu Yuanqing's voice was a little choked, and he said slowly, " I'm not mistaken. It's always been you... always..."

Fu Yuanqing slowly raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Xu.

This is an adult.

A man who is now indomitable.

The emperor of the Daduan Dynasty.

"Zhao Xu, Zhao Chengjing." He called out his name.