The reborn sycophant

The situation above the court was changing rapidly. In the past few days, most of the courtiers were still twisted into a rope and tied to Zhao Ji. In the past two days, strangely, some ministers began to turn against each other again.

First, Yu Shi Liu Li talked about the arrow that convicted Zhao Ji this time, and said that although the arrow belonged to His Highness Eleven, His Highness Eleven should not be the only source of the arrow. There are such arrows.

These words were like the first hand to push through the thick fog, bringing to the surface some things that people have been ignoring—or knowing but keeping silent. By the time the emperor was assassinated, His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince and His Royal Highness the Eleventh were near the Emperor, so they gradually pointed the finger at the Seventh Prince who was in charge of the Chunsou treasury.

Naturally, the members of the Seventh Highness's sect could not allow their master to be pushed out like this, so they spoke up one after another to defend them. After a while, the scene in the court changed again. The emperor looked at all this, and he was not at all happy because of their sudden resignation. , but just getting colder and colder.

When did his courtroom become a place for others to talk?

The dispute between the two sides did not reach a result, but because of doubts, Zhao Yu also sent ministers to investigate these matters.These are all turmoil on the surface. In the dark, even earlier, Habayashi Wei and Zhongchang Shi were already looking for the murderer in this direction.

It's just that the result has not been reached for a while.

In the chaotic situation, Dali Temple interrogated Zhao Ji for the third time. This day happened to be the day when Concubine Wan Gui woke up. Seeing her waking up, Zhao Yu felt relieved, but he did not mention that Eleven was suffering in prison with her injustice. Tell her, but lie to her that Zhao Ji went to the temple to pray for her, and it will take a few days to come back.

From a certain point of view, Zhao Ji is indeed in the 'temple', but this 'temple' is not that 'temple'.

Concubine Wan Gui is aware of Zhao Ji's situation, but if she wants to play her role well, she can only act as if she doesn't know, quietly recuperating in the palace, and occasionally showing a little miss for her daughter, Zhao Yu tries to lie to her every day, Gradually, more and more guilty.

On the side of Dali Temple, during the third interrogation, Zhao Ji looked thinner and weaker.He was originally a child who didn't grow up, with a thin body. After being locked up for so many days, he may still have the safety of the imperial concubine in his heart. At first glance, he seems to be thinner than a few days ago, even more haggard. .

But those eyes were still bright and energetic, and she also seemed to be very measured in the face of the inquiries of the people in Dali Temple. This should be answered, that should not be answered, this happened that day, and that she did not know. These questions After asking one by one, some questions from the previous two interrogations were also mixed in, and she answered without thinking, without any mistakes.

Only with a clear heart can we do this.

"No matter how you and I look at this matter, there are things that should be done and procedures that should be followed. Yes, from now on, whether it is several interrogations or investigations on weekdays, there is no evidence that His Majesty the Eleventh has murdered His Majesty. Evidence, even now they are beginning to question the original arrow. But these are not the issues that you and I should care about, Dali Temple, the law must be first, and then the people. You are looking at His Highness the Eleventh pitifully now, Yes or no?"

This interrogation still didn't yield any useful information. Master Zuo Dali, the minister of Dali Temple, took his disciple Yang Ruihua, who was working as an official in Dali Temple, to the garden behind Dali Temple. Little disciple.

"Yes, teacher. This case is full of doubts. Anyone with a discerning eye will suspect that His Royal Highness the Eleventh is wronged. But after so many days, those people seem to be so tired that they only saw the strangeness here now. Your child has been squatting in the dungeon for so many days. Did you see that the little highness just now is almost out of shape, how can he look so beautiful when he first came in?"

The dungeon of Dali Temple is somewhat different from ordinary prisons.It is built in the ground and the humidity is heavy, and several cells are specially set up as water dungeons, so the inside is even colder and damper. Let alone a child, it is an adult. If you stay in such an environment for a long time, no matter how much you wear No matter how thick the clothes and quilt are, you can't help but feel cold all over, which is the most tormenting place.

In the past, no matter how pitiful they looked, Yang Ruihua would not feel sympathy, because he knew that almost all of these people committed crimes, and they committed serious crimes.But this His Highness obviously took the blame for someone.

"As I said, let's talk about the truth first, and then talk about people. If you are so emotional, it will interfere with your own judgment."

"Teacher, are you saying that His Highness the Eleventh is not innocent?"

This question was really too tricky, the old man in a dark red official robe stopped him, stroked his beard and stopped in front of a peony plant, frowning.

"You can't say that. Remember, don't talk about the affairs of the Tian family in the future. When people are sent to us, we will try them when they should be tried, and we will investigate the case when we should investigate the case. Don't think about other things. Don't interfere."

He picked the peony and handed it to his apprentice: "Flowers have no zinnias. You need to remember to be cautious in your words and deeds, so that you can continue to work in Dali Temple for a long time."

Yang Ruihua took the flowers, still a little puzzled: "Teacher, I still don't quite understand."

"Fool." Sighing, the old man continued to walk forward: "What I want to teach you is very simple, that is, don't put favors on any case. Just now in the hall, you didn't ask His Highness the Eleventh Two questions, isn't it?"

"Yes, but I—"

"It's because you can't bear it anymore. Yes, for a child, these questions are indeed a bit cruel. But we represent the law of Daqi, so you don't ask if you don't ask? I'm not arguing with you right now. Whether His Highness is innocent or not, I will not make any conclusions about these now, because there is no evidence. Everything must be based on evidence. You cannot give up questioning a child because of compassion, and you cannot directly I think His Royal Highness the Eleventh is innocent."

In the back garden full of flowers, this old man, who has been up and down in Dali Temple for half his life, gradually walked through the flowers with his hands behind his back.

"What's more, the Tian family doesn't judge right from wrong. These rules don't apply to those who make the rules. His Highness the Eleventh may be right, but if she loses this time under the pressure from the other princes, she will Guilty. If she can reverse the case, then she is not guilty."

"What do you care about so much?"

The old man sighed deeply.

......

The result of the interrogation in Dali Temple soon reached the emperor's desk, but he didn't care about the trial process, he just read the description of Zhao Ji's current situation several times.

Then, the gloominess between the brows became more intense.

It's been eleven years.