Datang: I played synthesis in Zhenguan

"Should we send him a letter asking him to come back and rescue Lizhi?"

What Miss Liao said was of course sending a letter to Zheng Renjing so that he could come back and settle the matter.

"What's the use of him coming back? How can he save him without a full-time official? Let's follow Li Zhi's words and go to Master Changsun first."

Lin Muxue knew Chang Le's identity, but Chang Le didn't say it in public just now, that is, she didn't want to reveal her identity, and she didn't dare to say it.

Jing Zhaoyin is one of the top two recently. The poisoned rice case at Zheng Renjing Farm scares him so much that he can't sleep or eat. How to handle such a behemoth.

He reported the case to Dali Temple on the grounds that the case was intertwined, and then Sun Fujia, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, took over, and the first thing he did was to arrest people.

Poor Sun Fujia, the first number one scholar in the Tang Dynasty, took Li Shimin's favorite Princess Changle back in a daze within a few days after he took office as the Shaoqing of Dali Temple.

From now on, I wish him a prosperous career.

The eldest grandson Wuji's home is in Chongrenfang, which is located in the north of Pingkangfang, with the imperial city next to each other, and the street market in the east. This place is the residence of dignitaries and dignitaries. Lin Muxue and Miss Liao's visit attracted a lot of attention.

In front of Zhao Guogong's mansion, Changsun Wuji just got off the morning and rode a cow leisurely towards the house. He never expected to look down and see Miss Liao. Since the two met in the farm last time, he was afraid to see this girl again. Girl, I didn't expect to see her at the gate of the mansion today.

Miss Liao saw Changsun Wuji riding a cow and was about to run, so she immediately yelled out, regardless of the traffic.

"Mr. Zhao, please stop, the little girl has something to ask for."

Changsun Wuji looked back and saw that they were anxious, he must have encountered a difficult situation, at this time his uncle was not there, why wouldn't he take care of them, immediately got off the back of the bull and walked in front of them.

"So it's Miss Liao! What made you wait so anxiously?"

Lin Muxue took out the hairpin and handed it to Zhangsun Wuji

"The litchi was taken away by the Dali Temple"

Changsun Wuji thought his ears had misheard, and looked at the hairpin in his hand, it was indeed a gift he gave to celebrate Changle's birthday last year.

But that was Princess Changle held in the palm of His Majesty's hands. How could she be taken away by Dali Temple if she was her own niece?

"Do you know what crime she committed?"

He asked anxiously, Lin Muxue replied

"It is said that Changle poisoned the rice sold and killed three people"

When Changsun Wuji heard that he was standing in the same place, he figured out the ins and outs after just thinking for a moment, and immediately he was filled with righteous indignation and shouted angrily.

"Hmph~ This group of drunks and rice bags only catch people."

"Both of you go back and wait at ease, I will bring this man back to you today"

Changsun Wuji came forward and the two felt a lot more relaxed. They believed in Changsun Wuji's ability very much.

"Then please hurry up Zhao Guogong, lest Dali Temple torture her."

Changsun Wuji looked down upon the whole of Chang'an, looking in the direction of Dali Temple
"I see who in the entire Tang Dynasty dares to torture her"

The aura was really scary, and they immediately rode the ox and ran towards Dali Temple with the ox. Lin Muxue and Miss Liao had to go back to the farm obediently and wait for the news.

Dali Temple is half a Chang'an distance from Chongren Square, and Changsun Wuji rode a bull to Yining Square at the northwest corner of Chang'an.

When he came to the entrance of Dali Temple, he didn't care about the hair that was blown tousled after the ox's back was flying fast at this time, and went straight inside.

At this moment, he hadn't taken off his court uniform yet, and the guard at the door immediately hid aside when he saw this.

"Hey~ You said something went wrong here again, why is Mr. Zhao rushing in so anxiously?"

"Shh~ You didn't see it, you didn't hear it, the person who can make Zhao Guogong come forward to fish, how could it be someone we can know?"

The two guards had seen this kind of scene a lot, so they quietly listened to the movement inside.

"Tell that fool Sun Fujia to get out, it really gave him the guts."

Changsun Wuji stood in Dali Temple and roared angrily, scaring the people in Dali Temple from coming forward. It was obvious that Sun Fujia had offended Zhao Guogong.

One is the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, and the other is the right servant who shoots Zhao Guogong. How dare they participate in the fight between gods and gods.

"If you don't come out again, don't blame me for smashing your Dali Temple"

It's not that Sun Fujia doesn't want to go out at the moment, it's just that he is kneeling on the ground and has no time to clone himself!

A few quarters of an hour ago, Sun Fujia asked someone to bring the mastermind of the poisoned rice case in Chang'an for questioning, thinking that he, a legal worker who has been in the business for more than ten years, would be afraid of a son of a family. To let this villain know that Tang Dynasty is a place of lectures.

When two yamen servants rudely pushed a woman into the door, he was so frightened that his eyeballs almost fell out.

Changle was wearing a wooden shackle, shackles on his feet, and his wrists were bleeding. His heart sank all of a sudden, and he only thought that he was going to die again, and he was going to be beaten to the end again. This was not the first time. time.

He hurriedly yelled at the two yamen servants with a pale face
"Quickly open the wooden shackles and shackles, you are trying to kill me!"

There was a tremor in that voice, and a fear and panic lingered in his heart.

"I asked you to catch the suspect in the poisoned rice case, but you actually..."

"You actually took the princess back to me, are you trying to kill me?"

The two yamen servants didn't understand why Lord Shaoqing was so anxious at first, but when they heard that it was the princess they had captured, they immediately staggered and trembled.

"Master Sun doesn't have to be like this, just wear the shackles."

Changle stood there, neither sad nor happy, staring at Sun Fujia, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple.

How dare Sun Fujia let the princess wear wooden shackles and shackles, and hurriedly ordered people to open it. The princess said angry words, and they dared not be presumptuous.

When Chang Le unfastened the shackles and shackles, his wrists were bleeding, and a red line-like strangle mark on his snow-white neck reminded him that this matter might be difficult to deal with.

"You two go down first, I have something to tell Master Sun"

Changle moved his wrist, which hurt a little, but he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. Zheng Renjing had only been away for more than a month, and someone wanted to destroy his property, and this property was still in her hands.

Now that this happened, she must find out the truth. Sun Fujia knelt on the ground and dared not get up, and Changle was about to ask questions, when Changsun Wuji's angry reprimand resounded throughout Dali Temple.

Sun Fujia thought it was over, Princess Changle's uncle, the servant in the middle and the right, shot Zhao Guogong's eldest grandson.

"You brought your uncle here"

Sun Fujia raised his head to look at Princess Changle. This princess was not like this in normal times, but now she was so calm and calm, which made people feel a little scared.

Changsun Wuji saw that Sun Fujia appeared, and grabbed his collar.

"Tell me, where is Changle?"

Sun Fujia hurriedly bowed to beg for mercy, and pointed to the inside

"the princess is in there"

Changsun Wuji threw him away and rushed in, but as soon as they met, he saw Chang Le's face wasted, and there were bloodstains on his wrists and neck.

"Sun Fujia, you are looking for death"

Changle is my younger sister's darling, the treasure in his hand, his uncle is usually reluctant to let her suffer a little bit, but today he was tortured by Dali Temple.

"Zhao Guogong, I really didn't know that the men under my command would arrest Princess Changle. I just found out about it. There must be some misunderstanding!"

Changsun Wuji snorted angrily, and immediately ran over to check on Changle's injuries.

"Uncle is fine, it's just some skin trauma"

Chang Le said something plainly, then withdrew his hand, Changsun Wuji looked at Chang Le who was not making noise, and was furious in his heart

"Sun Fujia, explain this matter to me in detail. If someone intentionally frames goodness, I will definitely not forgive him."

Sun Fujia hurriedly handed the dossier to Changsun Wuji.