Father is on top, I was wrong

All the people in Bianjing thought that Prime Minister Wen had returned to Beijing, so he would definitely investigate Guo Xuan's case thoroughly.

Unexpectedly, he came back for several days, and there was no movement at all.Going up and down every day, dealing with state affairs,? But not a single word of Guo Xuanzhi was mentioned.

The imperial censor's platform in the imperial court is in name only, and he didn't say a word about it.

Some Qing Luming headed by Liu Xuan secretly reminded Wen Wujue, but he ignored it.In addition, Xue Sizhong went to and from the prime minister's mansion several times, and he was courteous, which inevitably made people suspicious.

As a result, material discussions gradually flowed out among the Bianjing workshops, with a vague meaning of stabbing Wen Wujue's backbone.

On this day, Xiao Gui returned to Beijing from the northern border.

On the way back to the army, he was caught in an ambush by Beiyan. Although he had expected it and fought a counter-outflanking mountain battle, the army was safe and sound. Xiao Gui, who was leading the battle, was accidentally shot in the leg by Beiyan's stray arrow. ?Bone was broken, so he had to be escorted by Li Ling to rush back to Bianjing.

In fact, Xiao Gui himself didn't care about his injuries, he often walked by the river, how could he not get his shoes wet?Not even a little injury.

But when Li Ling proposed to escort him back to Beijing first, he did not refute.

The daily travel speed of the three armies is limited. He doesn't know when he will return to the capital, but he really wants to see his father-in-law.

What is his father-in-law doing now?

To deal with state affairs?Condolences to Guo Xuanzhi?Engage in food and grass?

Anyway, I definitely won't miss him.

Xiao Gui thought that he sent him to fight that day, but didn't tell him that he was going back to Beijing, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, until the wound on his leg was faintly bleeding.

"Oh! Your Majesty, why don't you take the carriage? It's still bleeding, right? It's going to get better later."

When Li Ling saw the blood on the white gauze, his heart ached.

What kind of horse does this have to be?Isn't it nice to ride a carriage?

Regarding this, Xiao Gui gave him a blank look, and said coldly: "Which coach have you ever seen riding in a carriage?"

Li Ling: "..."

What can I do.

Approaching Bianjing City, a group of more than [-] people riding swaggeringly was a bit eye-catching. Li Ling found a carriage for Xiao Gui. This time Xiao Gui was very cooperative and did not refuse.

The closer to the foot of the emperor, the busier and bustling the official road will be.

Passing by a teahouse, Li Ling ordered to stop to replenish some dry food and tea.

Xiao Gui leaned in the carriage bored, looking at the mountains along the way, but heard the voices of high-spirited discussions from the teahouse.

In Daliang, generally this kind of teahouse is a gathering place for literati and poets, who like to chat about current political abuses if they have nothing to do.

Now they are talking about Guo Xuanzhi, everyone is scolding the Xue family for covering the sky with one hand, killing people is not worth their lives, Chao Zhonggangji is getting more and more lost and so on.

Later, while talking, suddenly the wind changed direction, and secretly poked at the current prime minister.

"In other words, when encountering such things in the past, the prime minister must give justice, or at least thoroughly investigate the matter. Why don't you care about it now?"

"I'll take the money."

"Haven't you heard? Then Xue Sizhong often goes in and out of the prime minister's mansion. If there is no private transaction between the two, who would believe it?"

"Isn't that right? The prime minister is already a rare honest minister. If even he... can only lament the misfortune of the country!"

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Xiao Gui just listened indifferently before, his left ear went in and his right ear went out, but when he heard it behind him, his brows frowned a little.

Are these people poking people's backs all day long when they are full and have nothing to do?

When Li Ling got ready and came back, he saw the emperor's expression was not hesitant.

"emperor?"

Xiao Gui took the tea in his hand, took a sip, and his gaze was still on the teahouse behind him.

"When you return to the capital, ask someone to check carefully. Who are the people in this teahouse?"

Li Ling was stunned for a moment, "Your Majesty, what happened to them?"

"Slander the prime minister." Xiao Gui said coldly.

Li Ling: "..."

Once in the city, Xiao Gui ordered to go directly to the prime minister's mansion.

Li Ling jumped anxiously, "The emperor's leg is seriously injured now. If he doesn't go back to the palace to see the imperial doctor, why should he go to Wen Wujue?"

Xiao Gui said coolly: "He will come back first while I am going out."

"But what's the use of the emperor going now? Can the emperor beat him?"

Li Lingxin said that you are half disabled now, and his subordinate Lu Jia alone can restrain you, and you will be bruised and swollen later.

These words hit Xiao Gui's sore spot, he gritted his molars, secretly thinking that it's better to go back to the palace first, and then figure out how to punish him.

Therefore, the group of people finally went back to the palace first, and sent the imperial doctor to see the wound.

When the imperial doctor cut off the old gauze wrapped around him, he was startled. The wound bleeds repeatedly, showing signs of suppuration.

After carefully bandaging and prescribing the medicine for the emperor, he told him that he must not ride a horse again in the near future, and he needs to cultivate well, otherwise, if this continues, his leg will be useless.

Li Ling was terrified when he heard this, and kept his eyes on the emperor more closely, not letting him out of the palace, but sent someone to tell Wen Wujue.

Wen Wujue hadn't received any news of Xiao Gui's return to Beijing before, but when he heard that he had returned, he was taken aback for a moment.

Then he asked someone from the palace, "Is the emperor seriously injured?"

According to Xiao Gui's temperament, if the injury was not serious, he would have come to trouble him a long time ago, and it is impossible to go back to the palace first.

The little eunuch was instructed by Li Ling not to tell the outside world that the emperor was seriously ill, only minor injuries, so his expression froze and he kept his words secret.

"This, this, this is not going to happen, the prime minister need not worry."

Wen Wujue raised his eyes to look at him, seeing that his expression was different, he became more and more suspicious.

After the eunuch left, he pondered in his heart, could it be that Xiao Gui was really seriously injured?

Li Ling has always been a fine individual, the more sneaky he is, the more troublesome he is.

Wen Bo heard his worries, and smiled and said, "What is the prime minister worried about? If the emperor is seriously injured to death, Li Ling will definitely come to discuss with the prime minister. Who else in the country can sustain this chaos ?”

The word "death" passed Wen Wujue's ears, light and piercing, and he felt a chill in his heart for no reason.

This time he returned to Beijing in a hurry, and there were not many troops left for Xiao Gui.

If Bei Yan deliberately ambushed on the road, aimed at Xiao Gui, a living target, and concentrated his forces to kill him, killing the only legal king of Daliang and stirring up civil strife in the country, it was not impossible.

Wen Wujue sighed, really shouldn't be angry with Xiao Gui and underestimate the enemy.

Although the Dog Emperor is a dog, he has treated him fairly well during this period of time. If he dies because of this, he really can't deal with himself.

For several days, the prime minister's mansion was full of people, and there was a backlog of state affairs. The courtiers all came to Wen Wujue to discuss, but there was no sign of Xiao Gui, and he became more and more worried from the bottom of his heart.

In fact, Xiao Gui lived well in the palace, eating, drinking, and sleeping well. Except that he couldn't walk and could only play with wooden crossbows, his life was much more comfortable than in the military camp.

Li Ling asked the Ministry of Internal Affairs to make him a wooden stick, but Xiao Gui threw it aside in distaste, feeling that if he really used this thing, it would be no different from a half-crippled one.

All day long, he was thinking about how to deal with Wen Wujue after he recovered from his injury, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he wished he could go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to find him right away.

The night was getting darker, the lights in the palace were dimly lit, and it was extremely quiet.

Like Xiao Gui, the first emperor didn't like crowds, and he didn't like singing and dancing, so the palace was always neglected.

It is often said that compared with the previous dynasty, the palace today seems to be uninhabited.

Li Ling came back from outside the palace, dressed in a light cold, and stepped into the palace.

"Your Majesty, what you asked your slaves to investigate the day before yesterday is a bit strange."

Xiao Gui was originally lying lazily on the couch, after hearing this, he immediately remembered the group of literati who heard gossip in the teahouse outside the city, sat up abruptly, and said coldly: "What's going on? "

Li Ling said seriously: "Your Majesty, at first this servant thought it was just the gossip of some frustrated scholars, and wanted to find someone and beat him up."

He paused for a moment, with a cold expression on his face, "I never thought that behind this group of things, there is collusion with Taixue."

Xiao Gui frowned.

Taixue is a government-run college in Daliang. Every year, young students with both talents and virtues are selected from the people and sent to Taixue. After three years of study, they can enter the court and become officials.

It can also be said to be the reserve official of Daliang.

"The slave found out that Liu Xuan, the sacrifice wine of Taixue, was in touch with them. The remarks spread in and outside the capital were also instructed by Liu Xuan, and the purpose was to slander the prime minister. As for Liu Xuan's purpose, the slave has not yet investigated. come out."

Li Ling had always disliked Wen Wujue before, and even thought that he had taken away the power that the emperor should have, but now he had to admit that Wen Wujue was capable of governing Liang, and he had no dissenting intentions. Without him, the emperor's throne would not be Be sure to sit still.

Wen Wujue's reputation among the people has always been very good, now this group of people maliciously create public opinion to slander him, what is it for?

Xiao Gui frowned, thinking that the case of Guo Xuan had not been submitted to the third division for trial, he vaguely guessed that someone was forcing him to make a decision.

Taixue sacrificial wine?

This matter has nothing to do with him, why did he take the lead?

Tai students have always had the right to speak out about the political affairs of the DPRK and China, and they do not form cliques and disagree with each other. They often plead for the people and denounce the skewed atmosphere of the DPRK and China.

But this Liu Xuan's approach is too paradoxical, it does not conform to the integrity and integrity advocated by Taixue, and it does not seem like what Taixue will do at the banquet.

"Continue to investigate, don't let anyone find out." Xiao Gui ordered.

If he dares to mess with his father-in-law behind his back, he's afraid he won't know how he died then.

At night, after all, Wen Wujue couldn't be relieved, so he took a small sedan chair to hide his eyes and ears and entered the palace. Holding a jade domino, he entered through the corridor of Xuanwumen unimpeded, and went directly to Xiaogui's bedroom.

When they arrived at the gate of the palace, they happened to see Li Ling coming out.

"Hey, Mr. Prime Minister, there are still state affairs at this late hour?"

Wen Wujue was aware of his yin and yang strangeness, but he didn't argue with him, he just said indifferently: "I heard that the emperor's injury is not serious, let me take a look."

Li Ling had a weird look on his face.

Is the injury serious?

Where did you hear this?

The emperor was alive and well all day long, but he almost demolished the palace.

Wen Wujue saw that his expression was different, and his heart sank. It seemed that Xiao Gui was really seriously injured.

Li Ling didn't say anything, just turned around and went in to report.

Afterwards, Wen Wujue followed him in. As soon as he entered the nave, he could smell a strong smell of medicine, and the whole palace was deserted, with only a few faint candles flickering.

The lifelessness made him slightly startled, and when he saw Li Ling's sad face again, he felt even more ominous. Could it be that Xiao Gui was really going to die?

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