I have a role in the heavens

Xu Zisheng is at least a second-grade scholar, and his cultivation level is so terrifying that it can even shake the fate of the country. How could Emperor Yuan Jing fall out with Xu Zisheng over such a trivial matter.

Subsequently, there was a heated discussion among many parties regarding Xu Qian's pursuit of a title. After some wrangling, Xu Qi'an's title was decided. He was the son of Chang'an County, a viscount title that could not be hereditary or replaceable.

Xu Zisheng nodded with satisfaction, quite satisfied with the result. He glanced at Wei Yuan who was in a state of despair, but did not inform him that Xu Qian, whom he regarded as his own son, was still alive.

"Xu Qian, I saved your life this time and helped you win the title of Viscount. If you don't invite me to the Jiaofang Department, I will never end it with you!"

At this time, the snow that had been falling all day and night finally stopped. His Royal Highness, wearing a fox fur cloak, was walking through the snow-covered scenery. He was handsome and tall, with a very good appearance.

Although Xu Zisheng often complained about Emperor Yuan Jing's sons, none of them could beat him. The reference he used was himself. If Xu Qi'an was used as a reference, these sons of Emperor Yuan Jing were all talented, extremely handsome, worthy of the royal blood. This If you look at the beauty of Princess Huaiqing and Princess Lin'an, you will know that Emperor Yuanjing's concubines were all carefully selected beauties. How could they give birth to ugly children, unless Emperor Yuanjing had grass growing on his head.

The prince is definitely a handsome boy. Emperor Yuan Jing was very handsome when he was young, and Concubine Chen is a stunning beauty. As the son of two people, the prince is not far behind.

The prince came to the palace of Concubine Chen, untied his fox fur coat, and handed it to the palace maid who came to greet him. He entered the room. The room was as warm as spring, and a refreshing fragrance filled his nostrils.

Concubine Chen, accompanied by two palace maids, came out with a smile and asked.

"Why didn't Lin'an come?"

The prince waved his hand, took his seat, and drank and ate food under the service of the palace maid.

"Well, this wine tastes good."

The prince was a little surprised and took another sip. It was a little different from the wine he drank in the past. He looked at Concubine Chen with a somewhat questioning expression.

"It's the Hundred Days of Spring sent by the Queen. It's nourishing and nourishing. Drink more."

Concubine Chen smiled kindly and asked the maid to fill up the wine for the prince. Mother and son chatted and laughed while eating, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Because Emperor Yuan Jing was addicted to cultivating immortals and was not close to women, the harem had long been a stagnant water, so lonely and boring that the ladies could not find a reason to start a war even if they wanted to fight in the palace.

Therefore, the prince and Lin'an often came to visit their mother and concubine, eating and chatting with her to relieve their loneliness.

"Drink less, drink less!"

Concubine Chen looked at her slightly drunk son, frowned slightly, and gave a few words of advice.

The prince was already drunk at this time, his face was rosy, his eyes were drunk, and he was a little unconscious, but he was still greedy and said with a smile.

"Concubine, it doesn't matter. I'm not drunk. Pour me another glass and I'll drink it for you to see!"

"No, just drink this much today. If you like it, I will have this Hundred Days of Spring delivered to your palace. You can drink it slowly!"

The more drunk a person is, the harder it is to admit that he is drunk. Concubine Chen quickly persuaded her son to stop drinking.

The prince seemed to have felt the limit, and there was a burning sensation in his lower abdomen. He looked at the beautiful palace maids around him. Since they looked very attractive, it made him feel restless.

"Mother, I'm going back first."

The prince was still somewhat sober and knew that this was the harem and that even the maids could not be touched by him. He burped and quickly stood up to leave.

The cold current hit his face, the outdoor air was fresh and cold wind blew, and the prince felt much more comfortable. He returned with his guards. On the way, he saw a palace maid waiting by the roadside. When she saw the prince and his entourage, she immediately came up to her and saluted her.

"Your Highness, Concubine Fu, please come over and have a chat."

In the Imperial Study Room, Emperor Jing of the Yuan Dynasty sat on a dragon chair with a gloomy face. The Minister of Dali Temple, Wei Yuan, the Censor of Zuodu of the Duchayuan, and the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment stood in the hall. The identities of these three people represented the three highest magistrates in Dafeng.

Wei Yuan held many positions, not only as the commander of the watchmen, but also as the censor of Zuodu of the Metropolitan Procuratorate. He was deeply trusted and reused by Emperor Yuan Jing, and also aroused the hostility of the civil servants, who wanted to join him every day and let him downfall.

"Your Majesty, this is the pattern given by the author. Please take a look."

The Minister of Punishment handed over the autopsy report of Concubine Fu. The great eunuch took the autopsy report and handed it to Emperor Yuan Jing. The latter only glanced at it, then looked at the Shangshu of the Punishment Department and asked expressionlessly.

"Has Concubine Fu been defiled?"

"This... this is just a rough inspection. I don't dare to disturb Concubine Fu's body. Your Majesty, please ask the old nuns in the palace to check it."

The Minister of Punishment did not dare to answer directly, lowered his head, trying to pretend to be a grandson, and spoke in an extremely low voice.

Emperor Yuan Jing's eyes flashed with cold light, revealing endless anger, and he asked with a livid face.

"Where's that beast?"

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has been confined in the palace, waiting for His Majesty's decision."

"Send it to Dali Temple."

Emperor Yuan Jing glanced at the three of them sharply, and gave orders in a majestic and domineering manner that could not be questioned.

"I want to get the results within three days."

"Your Majesty, the matter is serious and I'm afraid we won't be able to do it in three days."

The Qing of Dali Temple's face changed when he heard this, he couldn't agree, and reported in a low voice.

"I only give you three days."

Emperor Yuan Jing had a cold face and cold eyes, which made the Dali Temple minister turn pale and dare not say any more.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Wei has many talents under his command and has repeatedly solved major cases. Why don't we hand this case over to the Metropolitan Procuratorate."

The Secretary of the Ministry of Punishment understood the essence of blame-shifting and wanted to throw this hot potato to the watchman. The Minister of Dali Temple thought this suggestion was very good and he repeatedly agreed.

"There are so many talented people, who is Master Shangshu referring to?"

Wei Yuan calmly glanced at the two ministers, then looked at Emperor Yuan Jing, his face was extremely gloomy, and he said coldly.

"People who can do things have died in Yunzhou."

The Minister of Punishment and the Minister of Dali Temple looked at each other. The gong that had repeatedly solved strange cases was broken in Yunzhou. A few days ago, the two of them secretly applauded. Now that there is no one to blame, the Minister of Punishment and the Minister of Dali Temple suddenly feel a little complicated.

Concubine Fu died. It was suspected that she had been insulted by the prince. She was so ashamed and angry that she jumped from the attic, broke through the guardrail, and fell to her death.

The context of the case is this. In the afternoon today, the prince returned from drinking at Concubine Chen's place, and for some reason he went to Concubine Fu's Palace Garden. Then there was the incident of Concubine Fu falling from a building with disheveled clothes and dying.

This matter is not only about the royal family's reputation, but once the prince's charges are proven, it will involve a dispute over the country's foundation. The interests involved behind it are too complicated, and neither the Minister of Dali Temple nor the Ministry of Punishment are willing to take on this hot potato.

Emperor Yuan Jing frowned. He knew that Wei Yuan was talking about Xu Qian, the Tongluo who died in Yunzhou. Usually I just find the gong an eyesore and a nuisance. But when the case came up, Emperor Yuan Jing suddenly discovered that the gong was actually very useful. It would be a pity to die.

"boom!"

Emperor Yuan Jing burst into anger, slapped his palm on the desk, and cursed angrily.

"I have so many talented people in my service. Without a gong, can't I solve the case?"

"Your Majesty, forgive me."

The three ministers bowed at the same time, not daring to argue anymore. After all, Emperor Yuan Jing had just been cuckolded by his own son. He was in a rage and should not be provoked.

Emperor Yuan Jing has been practicing Taoism for many years. These concubines have long become decorations, but they still cannot be touched by other men. This is something that every man cannot bear. I can use them, but others cannot use them, not even my own son.

…

Three days later, Emperor Yuan Jing sat on the dragon chair in the Imperial Study Room, looking at the three ministers in the hall, he was furious and said angrily.

"The three-day period has passed. The answer you gave me is that the case is complicated and there are many doubts. Do you want to ask for a few more days of grace?"

Emperor Jing of the Yuan Dynasty threw several memorials at three ministers. The memorials submitted by the Minister of Dali Temple, the Minister of Punishment, and Wei Yuan were surprisingly consistent. The memorials all used the same wording, and seemed to be written according to a template. .

Emperor Yuan Jing slammed the table angrily and glared at the three ministers, his anger already burning.

The Minister of Punishment looked ashamed, bowed and said helplessly.

"Your Majesty, there are many doubts about this case and the mystery is thick. I have tried my best. Your Majesty, please grant me a few more days of grace."

The Dali Temple Minister also had similar expressions and even the same movements, and he also said to Emperor Yuan Jing.

"Your Majesty, the humble minister is not capable enough, so I request to retire and return to my hometown."

"you!"

Emperor Yuan Jing swept all the folding papers, pens, inks, paper and inkstones on the table with a wave of his hand. He was so angry that he trembled all over and roared.

"I'm going to kill you."

The three ministers immediately knelt down and shouted with sincerity and respect on their faces.

"The death of a humble minister is not a pity. Your Majesty, take care of your dragon body."

This was a line commonly used by ministers. There was no need for discussion at all. Wei Yuan and the three of them shouted almost in unison, with a very powerful feeling.

Emperor Yuan Jing was about to explode when he saw this. He stood up, his whole body trembling, his fingers trembling slightly, and he wished he could kill the three of them on the spot. The ministers on both sides looked at each other with their eyes and noses, and even the ministers who always liked to cause trouble for Wei Yuan stopped talking.

At this moment, Xu Zisheng, who was watching the excitement, stood up and looked at the furious Emperor Yuan Jing. He seemed to see a green light above his head and said loudly.

"Your Majesty, I am willing to supervise the execution of three people!"

As soon as Xu Zisheng said these words, the three people kneeling on the ground raised their heads at the same time and glared angrily. Forget it, the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment and the Minister of Dali Temple. After all, they had no dealings with Xu Zisheng, and there were many battles. However, Wei Yuan was Xu Zisheng's ally. He did not expect that Xu Zisheng actually To say this, it is to use his life, one for two, it is really righteous.

"Wei Gong, you can go with peace of mind, this one-for-two exchange won't be a loss!"

Xu Zisheng seemed to know Wei Yuan's thoughts, his face showed sincerity, and he comforted in a low voice.

Wei Yuan was trembling with anger. You are so hateful. Why don't you trade yourself for two? I usually help you a lot. This is how you treat my ally.

Emperor Yuan Jing looked at Xu Zisheng who was adding fuel to the fire, but suddenly calmed down, took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, sat down on the dragon chair again, and glared angrily at the person who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic. Xu Zisheng snorted coldly.

"I dare not bother Xu Aiqing. Let's keep the heads of the three of them for now. Maybe they will be useful?"

"Your Majesty, these three people are nothing but elm heads. There is no use in keeping them. We should not cut them off as early as possible. We can also save some salary!"

Xu Zisheng seemed a little unwilling, and once again persuaded Emperor Yuan Jing to kill three people, which made Wei Yuan and others want to beat them in anger.

Emperor Yuan Jing was too lazy to pay attention to the unruly Xu Zisheng, and looked at the ministers, who were silent in response.

Of course, this case still needs to be dealt with, but the opinions of all parties have not yet been unified. The prince's faction is thinking about how to help the prince get rid of the crime. The other factions are thinking about which of the princes the future prince will be if the prince is abolished.

Everyone has different ideas, but one thing everyone agrees on is to put things off for a while. The death of Concubine Fu is not important. What is important is the national dispute involved in this case. It will be a bloody storm no less than that of the Beijing Police. All parties need to spend time to consider, take sides, and make arrangements.

In such a situation where the court's purpose is consistent, even Emperor Yuan Jing can do nothing, unless he doesn't want the truth and directly deposes the prince on the spot, but most of the time he will be rejected by the cabinet.

"Your Majesty, please be patient. I have something to report to you."

The first assistant, Wang Wenzhen, came out and casually dismissed the case of Concubine Fu for the time being, and talked about another matter.

"Your Majesty, as far as I know, Xu Qi'an, the Tongluo who served as a watchman in the Yamen, did not die in the line of duty. He has been resurrected. Please withdraw the matter of the title."

In the imperial study room, the ministers were whispering. The Tongluo named Xu was not dead yet. The minister of Dali Temple and the Minister of Punishment were in mixed moods. It seemed that they had someone to blame.

Emperor Yuan Jing was stunned for a moment, restrained his anger, looked at Wei Yuan, and asked in a deep voice.

"Wei Qing, are the words of the first assistant true?"

"It's true."

Wei Yuan bowed. He had received a secret report from the watchman and knew that Xu Qian'an had faked the corpse and was not dead. He was very happy because his son was alive again.

Immediately, one of them came out of the situation and used their biting style again, saying loudly.

"Zhang Xingying lied about the case and deceived His Majesty. Please punish him."

Emperor Yuan Jing ignored him. These people were mad dogs. They would bite whomever they saw. He continued to look at Wei Yuan and asked in a deep voice.

"how so?"

"I don't know, but it seems that when Xu Qi'an was fighting the rebels, he fell into a state of suspended animation. There was still a glimmer of life hidden, so he was able to survive!"

Wei Yuan personally asked Xu Qi'an that he didn't know how he survived. He was confused. Wei Yuan didn't dig into it. As long as he was alive, it was fine. There was no need to be so clear.

When Emperor Yuan Jing heard this, he reacted as if he had eaten a fly. This gong that disgusted him was so tough.

Xu Zisheng said with a smile on his face when he heard this, and seemed to be very happy to cause trouble for Emperor Yuan Jing.

"Your Majesty, this is what I did. When Xu Qi'an fought that day, he kept a picture of the Dharma transformed by him with him. When he died from exhaustion, I used my means to preserve a chance of life for him and put him in a state of suspended animation. !”

Emperor Yuan Jing glanced at Xu Zisheng angrily. He was even more annoying than that little gong. He pondered for a few seconds, looked at Wang Wenzhen, nodded, and said.

"The matter of the knighthood is withdrawn. Xu Qi'an has another gong and comes to see me quickly."

Xu Zisheng immediately sneered, and under the glare of Emperor Yuan Jing, he retorted with reason.

"You are not joking. Please take back this life. Xu Qi'an fought to the death and found out the truth about the Yunzhou case. He has worked hard and made great achievements. He deserves to be knighted. If he is not rewarded for his merits, how can he convince the public!"

If Xu Qi'an saw this scene, he would be extremely grateful. He thought Xu Zisheng was his biological father and wanted to hug his thigh on the spot. As for the eunuch Wei Yuan, he didn't know him, he wasn't familiar with it!

Emperor Yuan Jing was furious. Xu Zisheng really didn't give him any face. He refuted his order in public. He really didn't take him seriously. This sword was so sharp that it looked like he had to sheath it quickly. , so as not to always have the blade pointed at yourself.

Seeing this, Wei Yuan also felt that his own son was not worthy, and hurriedly came out and said.

"Your Majesty, what Mr. Xu said makes sense. Xu Qi'an has made outstanding contributions and deserves to be knighted. If he rashly revokes his previous reward, I'm afraid everyone will be dissatisfied!"

Emperor Yuan Jing's expression condensed, and after pondering for a long time, he still chose to take a step back and spoke slowly.

"Isn't Xu Qi'an good at investigating cases? Then leave the Fu Fei case to him this time. If he can find out the truth, the title of Prince of Chang'an County will still be his!"

Xu Qian came in a hurry, bowed to Emperor Yuan Jing, and said loudly.

"I humble myself to pay homage to Your Majesty!"

Emperor Yuan Jing looked down at Xu Qi'an below with a deep expression that made it impossible to guess her inner thoughts. After a moment, he spoke.

"A few days ago, Concubine Fu fell into the pavilion and died. There is another secret behind the case. I will give you three days to find out the case. Otherwise, you will be severely punished."

Xu Qian immediately bowed, bent down at 90 degrees, and shouted loudly.

"Your Majesty, please grant me death."

Emperor Yuan Jing was obviously choked. He did not expect Xu Qi'an's reply. Every time he made things difficult for him, he shouted that he was begging for his bones, which was the style of an officialdom veteran. Unexpectedly, this little gong was more crisp and quick, asking for death when he opened his mouth. He was even more hateful and disgusting than Xu Zisheng.

Emperor Yuan Jing's face turned gloomy. The superiors liked to speak harsh words to show their majesty. This was nothing. After all, there was a difference between superiority and inferiority. The ministers and subordinates could only accept the orders obediently.

Unexpectedly, the gong was pushed back. Emperor Yuan Jing felt uncomfortable and said sternly.

"Xu Qian, do you think I won't kill you?"

In the thirty-sixth year of Emperor Yuan Jing's reign, the emperor's majesty was extremely high. The air in the imperial study seemed to have dropped a little. All the ministers immediately lowered their heads, not daring to look up at Long Yan.

Xu Zisheng was the only one who could remain calm and composed in front of the emperor. He looked at Emperor Yuan Jing with an indifferent expression, as if to say, there is a use for being domineering. If you have the ability, let's give it a try!

Naturally, Xu Qi'an didn't want Xu Zisheng to feel confident and didn't dare to continue to contradict him, but he didn't panic in his heart. He changed his tough attitude just now, became submissive, and said in a subtle way.

"Your Majesty forgives me for my humble duty in Yunzhou to protect the governor, fight with the rebels, and kill 200 enemies. In my humble duty in Yunzhou, I worked hard to solve the case of the Chief Envoy Song Changfu's collusion with the Wushen Cult, and to clear the commander Yang Chuanan's name. All of the above are trivial, and I will never use them to claim credit. As for the case of Sangbo and Princess Pingyang, I have long forgotten it, and I will never bring it up again. It’s just that I have been seriously injured, and my mind has been exhausted. After I wake up, I often I have a headache, and I really can’t help His Majesty.”

Emperor Yuan Jing stared at him, unable to say anything harsh for a moment. Xu Qi'an deliberately brought up a lot of cases to highlight his merits. He first consolidated his position as a hero, and then used physical discomfort to excuse himself. He was already well versed in the skills of court mandarin.

Seeing this, Wei Yuan quickly assisted and shouted loudly.

"Your Majesty, Xu Qian is only a gong. No matter how powerful he is, his energy and spirit are severely depleted. His life and death are not a pity, but it delays the case and prevents Concubine Fu from redressing her injustice. That is a big deal."

After a pause, Wei Yuan looked at Xu Qian, with care and love on his face, and said softly.

"You can go back and recuperate in peace. Your Majesty will not send out hungry soldiers."