A visit to Fangchun

"Secondly, the time when the majesty and the queen mother had a big quarrel that my mother told me was the time when old Cheng Enhou had just passed away, and Miaogu's master was killed to protect her. He planned to tolerate this presumptuous and obedient prince any longer, but was forced back by the empress dowager with cold tea.

"Thirdly, Prince Zhongshun still has scouts in front and rear in the rear when he goes out now. If it is a habit in the army, it is not bad, but in the capital, this score is bigger than the emperor. The emperor must have some criticisms towards him. .”

Tan Chun paused, decided not to tell them what Feng Ziying told her, and said with a smile: "It can also vent your anger on the Empress Dowager, attack the Empress Dowager, and weaken the power of those who hold military power in party struggles. I will kill three birds with one stone." If the case you got is sent to the emperor, do you think he will handle it or not?"

Nanny Xu and Nanny Shen were completely speechless.

Tanchun yawned.

The explanation is over, can I go to sleep?

Shen Momo looked at her cautiously and asked: "How does the girl plan to hand over this case? Do you ask the imperial concubine in the palace to hand it over?"

Tanchun almost bit his own tongue, stunned: "How is it possible? How could someone from our family come forward in such a matter? This is a hard job to annoy the Queen Mother!"

Nanny Xu breathed a sigh of relief.

I'm afraid that the third girl is thinking about things simply.

Uh, but if you can think about the things behind a case so clearly, you shouldn't make such stupid moves, right?

Tanchun comforted the two of them and said, "Don't worry, mothers. Someone must have been waiting for this moment with clenching fists, and I will give him this credit."

The next day, a small brocade parcel was delivered to the Beijing Palace.

If the king of Beijing Jing had found a treasure, he immediately sent someone to Jia's mansion to invite Baoyu: "You must invite the second son to come."

The person went for half a day, and came back and said, "Second Young Master is ill. The sister Lin of their family came back from her god-in-law Feng's house a while ago, and Second Young Master played with her late, and she caught a cold at night, so she didn't go out yesterday. The slave has just passed by, just in time for the imperial doctor to go out, saying that it is a small cold, let him take care of it at home for a few days. The old lady of the Jia family will not let anyone out."

King Beijing Jing frowned, and looked at Chang Shi: "He didn't send it?"

Chang Shi lowered his head, carefully studied the contents of the package for half a day, and said with a smile, "Whoever sent it? Since it is a useful item, we just don't know what to do, and just send it to Dali Temple."

King Beijing frowned and thought carefully: "The one in the main hall of Dali Temple is Jia Yucun. He recognized his nephew in front of Jia Zheng. Well, we can see if he is vigilant and suitable for use."

After all, King Bei Jing kept his eyes open and made a copy of all the account books in the baggage. As for the evidence left by King Zhongshun himself, one was put in the baggage, and a more deadly one was left in his own hand.

According to the gourd painting, an unknown person was sent to Dali Temple, and with a pleading paper, he sued Prince Zhongshun for framing Zhu, the prefect of Hangzhou, for several antiques ten years ago, causing his family to be destroyed.

Jia Yucun's forehead was sweating when he got the things.

It's not for anything else, but because he saw the note written by the governor of Prince Beijing's mansion at Jia Zheng's office, and recognized the beautiful thin gold pen.This pleading paper is exactly the handwriting of that long history!

This thing was sent by the Beijing Palace!

Hastily flipped through the evidence accompanying the pleadings: a list of confiscated property, a pawn ticket, a handwritten letter, and a detailed process record, with the names and fingerprints of the witnesses underneath!

The evidence is already overwhelming.

Jia Yucun only felt dizzy.

Can this kind of thing fall into the hands of others?He couldn't help but blame Lord Zhongshun fiercely in his heart.

After thinking about it again and again, I had no choice but to put the things in a book first, and hurriedly ordered people to prepare the sedan chair, went to the palace, and asked the greedy king face to face what should be done.

At the same time, in the back alley of Prince Zhongshun's mansion, someone also delicately placed a small package at the end of the alley.

What's inside is an impassioned memorial to impeach the King of Beijing for colluding with local governments, spying on the holy traces, inviting people's hearts, and plotting evil!

The format is messy, and the words are written at the top of the head, but the content is subtle and shocking, but there is no evidence at all.

Prince Zhongshun looked at the thing and became curious: "Who wrote this for me? If I have any evidence, I will immediately find someone to write such a thing and submit it!"

The former military adviser took it over and looked at it thoughtfully: "This is true and convincing. It seems that it was written by a person who has been indignant at King Jing's wolf ambition for a long time."

Looking at the few pieces of paper over and over again, he said: "This is sold in the market. Generally, people with a few money don't use this kind of paper." He put it on his nose and smelled it, "This ink is also unusual. The tip of the pen is still open. Fork. Although the handwriting is good, the bones are too sharp, and students from the Imperial College and other places can't write this kind of handwriting."

He took the package to look at it again, twisted the cloth, and smiled: "I'm very poor, this cloth is cut from clothes that have been worn for many years, and this position is almost worn out."

Returning to Prince Zhongshun: "It must be a poor man who is conceited and talented. The King of the North has always been famous for recruiting talents, respecting the talents of the world and making the best use of them. This person may also go to the North Mansion to fight the autumn wind and be kicked out. Look at him The luxurious place described in the Beifu seems to be the road taken by those who have just entered the Beifu, but it is not as good as the Ande Building behind. It can be seen that he was not even allowed to stay for one night."

King Zhongshun laughed loudly: "It's just that you are so poor, but you know how to curse people so well!"

Chang Shi was laughing along.Suddenly someone outside reported: "Jia Hua, the minister of Dali Temple, has come to see the prince."

King Zhongshun's face darkened, and he looked at Chang Shi: "Didn't he be told not to come to the door if he has nothing to do, and wait for us to find him?"

Chang Shi frowned, and stretched out his hands to brush the beautiful three long beards: "Why don't you go see me first as an official?"

It was Grandpa Grandpa who came to report.

Grandpa Sun took half a step forward: "The man surnamed Jia is sweating all over his face, he must be in a hurry. The subordinates saw that his sleeves are bulging, so he should be carrying something. If the prince is free, it would be good to see him."

King Zhongshun immediately nodded without thinking, "Then see you."

Chang Shi glanced at Grandpa Sun, lowered his eyes and remained silent.

When grandson went out, Fang Heruan persuaded: "Although he is an old man, the prince is still"

King Zhongshun interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "Sun Hou'er followed me through life and death, and was loyal to me. I would not give him such face as the second old man in the house. He is different. Don't worry about it."

Chang Shi could only squeeze out a laugh, nodded and remained silent.

Before Jia Yucun entered the door, he took a handkerchief and wiped off the sweat on his face and neck before registering and cupping his hands: "Jia from Dali Temple begs to see the prince!"

King Zhongshun was sitting in the room, hearing him being so respectful and courteous, his brows and eyes were three points gentle: "Jia Zhengqing, you are welcome, please come in."