The Ming Dynasty started with caution

Young people should not be quick to talk!

This scholar is extremely weak. Standing in front of the real Tamerlane, his aura is much weaker, and he will really splatter blood on the spot.

The officials looked at Emperor Hongzhi, who glanced slightly sideways at Yan Chengjin.

"I think Han Wen and the real Timur are right," Yan Chengjin said.

Han Wen looked at the censor. His voice seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen this person before.

Emperor Hongzhi worriedly said: "I will not punish Hami, but it is better not to hurt his life."

What he was worried about was that Han Wen would be beaten to death on the spot.

Those who were born under the supervision of the Imperial Academy were the pillars of the Ming Dynasty, and those who died may be the virtuous ministers in the future.

The real Timur took out a heavy weapon, the Mo Dao.

The Mo Dao is very powerful and can fight against cavalry. In the Tang Dynasty, there was a Mo Dao team specially designed to deal with Turkic cavalry.

Rumor has it that with one strike, both men and horses will be torn to pieces!

Qin Hong and Ma Wensheng held their breaths. Qin Hong looked at Yan Chengjin: "It doesn't matter if Timur is dead, but if Han Wen is dead, the Ming Dynasty will not be able to save its face."

Han Wen, the Minister of Household Affairs, glared at Qin Hong.

Yan Chengjin said: "If this is the case, then it will be Wang Shouren."

Wang Hua was so angry that he blew his beard and stared.

The officials were all in disinterest in the audience, and with Han Wen's stature and posture, it was difficult to cheer for him.

Wang Shouren stood in the team of the Criminal Department, his expression unchanged.

Bai Yajie and the envoys from the Western Regions looked at Emperor Hongzhi and heard that the imperial court had been selecting for three days. What was the meaning of choosing a thin scholar?

Emperor Hongzhi said: "Let's begin!"

Han Wen took the spear from the guard, and Ma Wensheng looked at Yan Chengjin doubtfully: "This spear looks familiar."

This is the gun Han Yong used back then, so of course he is familiar with it.

Among the six departments present, only Ma Wensheng and Han Yong are from the same class.

Yan Chengjin stood under the six men and stared at the field.

The real Timur held Mo Dao and rushed towards Han Wen. The Emperor of Ming Dynasty had said it first. I would not blame him if I cut him into two pieces.

Thump thump thump!

The sound of footsteps on the ground really made Timurid go from fifteen meters to ten meters, but Han Wen still didn't move.

"He won't be frightened, right?" Han Wen said anxiously.

The officials' hearts were in their throats, and the blood rushed from the soles of their feet to their foreheads. Although they were strangers to each other, they sweated for the scholar.

Emperor Hongzhi squinted his eyes slightly, unable to bear to look directly at the bloody scene.

The timid civil servant raised his sleeves to block his eyes, leaving only half of his field of vision.

Zhen Tiemu'er raised his Mo Dao and chopped it down. Even if he resisted, the spear and the person would be cut in half.

Han Wen stood on his horse and held his gun in the same posture as the pikemen in the military camp.

Instantly!

Beauty sewing needle!

The cold light flickered, and the arrow-like spear heads were densely pierced towards Zhen Tiemu'er, emitting a life-threatening light. I couldn't count how many spears were pierced!

"One pricks the eyebrows, two pricks the hands"

"Three piercings on the shoulders and four piercings on the elbows"

…

Just blinking his eyes, there were more than a dozen bloody holes in Zhen Tiemu'er's body. His eyes widened. The Mo Dao was still in the air and could not be cut down.

With a pop, he fell on the stage.

Qin Hong's face was stiff. Wasn't this too damn fast?

Ma Wensheng was so shocked that he opened his mouth slightly and the tea cup fell to the ground.

There was dead silence.

Before the officials could react, they stared blankly at the fallen people. They couldn't believe that the people who were still alive and kicking just now were gone in the blink of an eye.

Han Wen was a little helpless and stood in the field.

The envoys from Hami rushed up. Their prince was still alive. He knelt on the ground and begged Emperor Hongzhi for a medical doctor. After receiving the order, they hurriedly carried him to the Taiyuan Hospital.

Sweat broke out on his forehead as he paid his respects. It didn't matter to him that Timur was really dead. What he cared about was that this scholar was an outstanding spear master.

Zheng Qian came down to convey Yan Chengjin's words and whispered to Han Wen: "Your Majesty asked you to step forward and speak softly. Don't be too confident."

When Han Wen saw the true appearance of Emperor Hongzhi, he was excited: "Student Han Wen has met His Majesty."

Emperor Hongzhi had a smile on his face. This son, who had been taught by Wu Weiwen, was rare in the Imperial Academy.

I liked him even more when I saw his humble face, as if nothing had happened.

"You are a great talent, what kind of reward do you want?"

Han Wen lowered his head and hesitated for a long time without saying a word.

"Why does your spear look familiar to me?" Ma Wensheng was confused.

"This is something left by my father. My father was Han Yong, the imperial censor of the former Youdu Dynasty." Han Wen hesitated for a moment: "Please, Your Majesty, re-investigate the case of my father being falsely accused and clear my father's name."

Yan Chengjin's heart skipped a beat, and he appealed to the emperor, even if he had reason to do so, he had to be exiled thousands of miles away.

All the officials have different expressions. Who knows Han Yong’s name?

When he put down the Da Tengxia Rebellion, Liu Jian was still working as a miscellaneous person in Zhan Shi's Mansion, Li Dongyang was copying classics in Hanyuan, and Xie Qian's name was not even known to anyone.

Everyone raised their heads slightly and looked at Emperor Hongzhi.

Emperor Hongzhi's body was trembling slightly. He remembered Han Yong more than anyone else. Wynn told him that his mother, Ji, was a maid brought back to the palace by Han Yong after the Datengxia Rebellion.

"Twenty years have passed since Han Yong, how do you want me to check?" Emperor Hongzhi was very concerned. He sent Jin Yiwei to Guangxi many times to find the descendants of the Ji family to no avail, and he felt kind to Han Wen.

Han Wen raised his head blankly: "May I ask if Mr. Yan Chengjin is here?"

The officials cast strange looks. You don't even know Yan Chengjin. How could he recommend you to the palace?

Zhu Houzhao was well aware of Yan Chengjin's tricks. Lao Gao must have used some method.

Yan Chengjin looked at Wang Shouren, only to see Wang Shouren lower his head in shame. I treated you as my confidant, but I didn't expect you to... betray my name.

"Why do you want to see Lord Yan Chengjin?" Yan Chengjin asked.

Han Wen said: "If Lord Yan Chengjin comes to investigate, he will definitely be able to clear my father's name."

Emperor Hongzhi was deeply moved. If there was no Han Yong, there would be no throne today. He looked at Yan Chengjin: "Let you do it. You must clear Han Yong's name."

Yan Chengjin was embarrassed: "It has been more than 20 years since this incident, and I have no way to investigate it."

He has read the impeachment of the Duchayuan, and there are very few files that can prove Han Yong's innocence.

Even in later generations, it is difficult to overturn the case in 20 years.

"I believe you have a way. How about giving you five days?" Emperor Hongzhi became tough. If so, this kid will recommend someone else.

Yan Chengjin said, "Five days may not be enough. I need five months."

"Then let's do three months. I know you have left room for maneuver. You can't ask for it back."

Han Wen looked at Emperor Hongzhi and said, "Your Majesty, I am grateful for your permission. However, I am looking for Lord Yan Chengjin."

Emperor Hongzhi said, "He is Yan Chengjin."

The officials showed a calm expression. They were used to this boy's behavior.

Back to the Duchayuan,

Yan Chengjin asked Zheng Qian to find Han Yong's family files. After careful consideration, he also transferred Huang Qin's family files from the Ministry of Personnel.

It was found that this person was still alive.

"Please send someone to bring Huang Qin back to the capital, Lord Mou."

Most of the physical evidence was incomplete. We can only rely on witnesses. If we bring this person back to the capital and lock him up in the Northern Pacification Office for a few days, he will confess everything.

Outside the Meridian Gate, Han Wen was waiting for Yan Chengjin to leave the palace. When he saw him coming out, he hurried to meet him.

"I am a stupid student. I didn't even know that the person in the sedan chair that day was Master Yan."