please respect yourself

Calligraphy students under the Guozijian set fire to fire, injuring three and killing five.The son of Liu Yan, Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, confessed that he hated the eight people to the bone and deliberately set them on fire.

As for how to hate him to the bone, Liu Yao has not said in detail so far.However, Liu Yao's arson and murder are indisputable, and the evidence is conclusive.

Liu Yan is the family of Prime Minister Liu Xuan, and it is also Liu Xuan's pocketbook.His son, no matter where he said he would kill him.What's more, the case involved a lot.

The door of the hollowed-out pavilion is half-closed, the quiet room of the study room is filled with sandalwood, the gold leaf painting screen is dark and sparse, and there is a wisp of crow green on the long flat-haired desk. Such a quiet atmosphere, the man with crow green and long hair in the room is solemnly writing, and the paper is rustling. Loud, annoying for no reason.

The boy dressed in indigo came in slowly with a steaming teapot in hand, and made a cup of tea for the man.

The little servant secretly glanced at the thick and colorful regular characters on the familiar Xuan, and said softly: "My lord has almost copied it, let's rest."

Yan Sui wished to put down his pen to calm down, and looked at the servant indifferently: "Youan, do you know what I'm writing about?"

The young servant named You'an's expression was stiff, and his head drooped immediately. He was not from a good family background, and he didn't know a few big characters. How could he know what Yan Suiyuan, who was born in a black-clothed nobleman, was writing.

He just didn't want his master to be too worried. In the past three years, his master has become more and more complacent, and he has become quite quiet.

"Yan Sui would like to disregard the commander's order and release the son of the rebel Shannan Road Jiedu envoy privately. He is disloyal and disobedient to the emperor. He will be expelled from the Zhongning army from today!"

"The generals of the Yan family have never been short of you, Yan Suiyuan, who has no military discipline and violates the steel law!"

"If you really don't want your ancestors to be ashamed, and those elders who have eagerly expected you to become famous and talented, then leave the Zhongning Army yourself! The court is so big that you are not in the Zhongning Army, but there is still a place for you to serve. The Zhongning Army has already I can't keep you!"

"What's more... you actually did such vicious things!"

Yan Suiyuan's mind repeatedly echoed the words of his uncle Yan Ting, the coach of the Zhongning Army, and the corners of his beautifully curved lips pulled a bitter, bile-like smile.

His ten fingers, which were practiced in vain, pressed on the Shuxuan, and under his palm were the twelve characters that shocked him - no distinction between relatives and estrangements, no distinction between high and low, one cut off according to the law.

The law is like Mount Tai, and the law is like a rock. If all the relationships between the relatives, the noble and the humble, are all discarded, where will the three cardinal rules and five permanent rules of the monarch and ministers go?Is it so impeccable that all living beings regard it as a standard, or is it so corrupt that all people abandon it like a shoe?

Even Yan Suiyuan, who is familiar with the scriptures and history and is well versed in rituals and music, can't think of a reason for it.

On the fifteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, the shining sun hangs in the blue sky thousands of miles away, and its brilliance will benefit all living beings.After more than a month, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival moon night when thousands of families are reunited.

Taking advantage of the bright scenery, Cheng Zangzhi's side met with his nominal mentor, the prime minister.

Liu Xuansheng, an extremely powerful minister, has extremely kind eyebrows and kind eyes. Xu Yin's hair and eyebrows have turned gray due to his age, which is quite fairy-like.

With a smile on his face, Cheng Zangzhi respectfully sat on the official hat chair under his teacher.

"Hidden, that's Liu Yanye's son." Liu Xuanmianzun opened the Buddha's mouth.

Cheng Zangzhi chuckled, "Don't worry, Xiangshi, it's not the first time I've messed with Yan Suiyuan's case, I know it well."

Liu Xuan came and went quickly.

"My lord, Liu Yan, Minister of the Household Department, is his pocketbook." Zhao Jue, Cheng Zangzhi's bodyguard, watched Liu Xuan go.

Cheng Zangzhi lost his smile, and the corners of his eyes moved slightly, "Let's go, go and see that straight-as-a-string Shangshu."

Zhao Jue had a troubled expression on his face, but he finally said quickly: "You and Yan Shangshu are too close, you forgot that Shannan Road was ten years ago..."

"Enough." Cheng Zangzhi interrupted him with a cold expression, "I never forget."

"Then you are still expressing... your feelings with Yan Shangshu every day?" Zhao Jue felt that it was really inappropriate for his master to express his feelings for these three years.

"Didn't Yan Ting value his nephew?" Cheng Zangzhi's face was gloomy and cold, "If Yan Suiyuan really became a broken sleeve, what expression do you think Yan Ting will have? Besides, you still have another way to catch Yan Ting Is there a handle?"

Zhao Jue's mood is complicated. Yan Suiyuan's uncle Yan Ting personally led the Zhongning Army to flatten the Cheng Mansion ten years ago. Both he and his master have blood feuds with Yan Ting.

However, is the master's move really too insane?He was afraid that the son would kill eight hundred enemies and lose one thousand himself.

"I asked you to check the books and studies, but what did you find out?" Cheng Zangzhi thought that since he was going to see Yan Sui, he would inevitably be involved in the case.

Zhao Jue took out the chain that Cheng Zangzhi picked up from the ashes that day from his waist, and after cleaning it, he found that it was the silver lock of longevity.

He presented the long-lived silver lock that had been cleaned up to Cheng Zangzhi, even though Cheng Zangzhi's slightly rough palm for holding knives all year round made the silver lock a bit thin and shabby.

The silver is impure, and the silver surface with no pattern is glaring when rubbed. Cheng Zangzhi can guess the identity of the owner of this silver lock is shabby.

Sure enough, Zhao Jue said: "This is made by an old woman in a shanty town in Qingjing for her only son with her only silver jewelry. The only son of the old woman is a student of calligraphy, named Qin Cheng, who was admitted to the calligraphy school just after reaching the crown. , A month ago, he said that he was going to leave the calligraphy school and become a private school teacher, so after a few words with the old woman, he said that he would return to the book school. However, Qin Cheng didn't go back to the book school at all, and disappeared for a month."

After pinching the inferior silver lock, Cheng Zangzhi smiled, "You said Qin Cheng was admitted to calligraphy by himself?"

He seemed to have heard a big joke.

Zhao Jue looked at him suspiciously, and said in a firmer tone, "The old woman and her neighbors all said the same thing, and the head of the academy also said the same thing."

Cheng Zangzhi sneered, "Although the Guozijian follows the teachings of the sage Confucius, there are no distinctions, but you see how many students in the Guozijian come from humble backgrounds. Qin Cheng may not be able to afford just Shuxiu."

Zhao Jue suddenly realized that it is true that there is no distinction between teaching and academics, but the Imperial College did not say that free teaching is to solve doubts.What's more, Guozijian is not some unknown private school, Shu Xiu may not be able to lower it.

"Besides, the faction of the prime minister is fighting with the faction of the censor. Our emperor relies on the Yan family's Ning army and will only sit on his own to reap the benefits of the fisherman. The Guozijian, which is closely following the court's wind vane, can make such a fresh and refined move." Cheng Zangzhi tut tut Twice, "I really don't believe that the Guozijian can be so high-spirited."

"Young Master, the Guozijian is tricky." Zhao Jue pursed his lips, the factional disputes in the imperial court, even the scholars were not spared.

"Aren't they doing too many unsightly things?" Cheng Zangzhi felt that it was boring, so he waved Zhao Jue goodbye, "I'm going to see Yan Suiyuan."

When Cheng Zangzhi arrived at Yan's mansion, he happened to meet the eunuch who was next to Emperor An.

Yang Fengxian, the regular servant of the province, wearing a beam crown on his head and a silver medal bestowed by a sage on his waist, stood in the front hall of the Yan Mansion.In shadow puppetry, the standard leather surface is usually gentle and polite, without any pretensions of the popular people around saints.

Yang Fengxian smiled warmly, glanced at Cheng Zangzhi, who was as mysterious as Ye Shui, with his long and narrow eyes, and the light in his eyes flickered slightly.

Master Cheng is more loyal than him to the Holy Majesty, the Majesty complained helplessly - who can save the Shangshu of the Yan family, Master Cheng not only volunteered, but also dedicated himself.

Yang Fengxian, who was determined to be more devoted to his duties, took out the sacred handbook and said: "Yan Shangshu, Mr. Cheng, calligraphy is a national academy under the Imperial College, and the case of calligraphy studies, the Holy Majesty means to be more cautious. Lord Yan, is the Holy Majesty not here?" Protect the son of Liu Shangshu."

Yang Fengxian offered Yan Sui's wish to Yan Sui with both hands, and there was a moment of silence, no one took the handwriting.Yang Fengxian was about to hand the manuscript to Yan Suiyuan, but Cheng Zangzhi took the manuscript first.

He said: "Don't worry, Mr. Yang, I and Mr. Yan are both members of the Sanfa Department. The Dali Temple will advance and retreat together with the Ministry of Punishment. We will definitely not discredit the Imperial College."

Yang Fengxian's smile faded, his face was full of spring breeze, and he said: "Mr. Cheng has an exquisite heart, so the inner family can rest assured." Then he suddenly thought of something, and Yang Fengxian added: "Mr. Cen Wang, the imperial censor of the capital, will also participate in the calligraphy study on behalf of the Metropolitan Procuratorate. case."

After finishing speaking, Yang Fengxian quickly moved away from the place of right and wrong like stepping on a hot wheel.

Looking at Yan Suiyuan again, his complexion is like ink, and the energy gathered in his dantian is like an air bag that can explode at any time.

Cheng Zangzhi sighed, and stretched out his long right arm to embrace Yan Suiyuan in his arms, intending to seize the opportunity to touch Yan Suiyuan's neck.Cheng Zangzhi, who was aggressive, almost reached into his collar to touch a little silver light, and Yan Suiyuan clamped his right wrist.

With an ambiguous smile on the corner of his mouth, Cheng Zangzhi leaned forward to Yan Suiyuan without hesitation, but Yan Suiyuan punched him in the abdomen, and Yan Suiyuan, who locked Cheng Zangzhi's right arm behind his back, said harshly: "Isn't it? You went to the Admonisher and promoted Cen Wang?"

Cheng Zangzhi, who turned his back on Yan Suiyuan, didn't see how the king acted indignantly, but said aggrievedly: "Why did Sui Yuan say that? You and Cen Wang don't agree. I don't know. How could I take the initiative to let Cen Wang bother you."

The words are sincere and the tone is melodious.If Yan Suiyuan hadn't gotten used to hearing it, I'm afraid he would have believed Cheng Zangzhi's nonsense.

It's not that he doesn't get along with Cen Wang, in fact, he doesn't get along with all his colleagues.

However, the group of censors in the Metropolitan Procuratorate and the five ministries led by Prime Minister Liu Xuan were fighting like fire and water.

"Hey! Cen Yushi!"

Yan Suiyuan raised his head, and Cheng Zangzhi grabbed his shoulders and turned around in a circle when he relaxed for a moment.Yan Suiyuan, with his chin resting on Cheng Zangzhi's shoulder, gritted his teeth, furious and wanted to vent his anger on Cheng Zangzhi, but he heard someone behind him speak.

"Immorality! Disgraceful to the family!"

Cheng Zangzhi secretly sighed, this Cen Wang really came at the right time, yes, we will do it next time.

Cen Wang angrily reprimanded him to the extreme, he had long since disliked Yan Suiyuan's upright self-cleaning and ambiguity with Cheng Zang.

Seeing the two of them hugging each other intimately, and completely substantiated the rumors, she couldn't bear it immediately, and all her self-restraint and reservedness were thrown out of the blue.

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Three Jurisdictions: Dali Temple of the Criminal Department of the Metropolitan Procuratorate