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The next day, the trial of Ban Shu's case started again. "The Picture of Immortals" was hung in the center of the hall, and a group of witnesses were waiting outside the hall.

Xu Yan pointed to the painting and asked, "An Yi, did you draw the painting yourself?"

An Yi glanced at the painting and did not deny it: "Yes."

Fu Xi and the proprietress were dumbfounded. When they saw An Yi today, they realized that Mo Zhui's aura was wrong.Mo Shuo has a wild and unrestrained spirit in his bones, and even his standing posture is more suave than Mo Zhui.It was also strange that no adult dared to force him to kneel down.

Only a voice came from outside the hall: "Brother Mo, don't be brave, you can't even hold a pen!"

An Yi's right finger couldn't help moving, it was just an instinctive reflex to the stimulus.He really couldn't hold the pen in his right hand.

Xu Yan: "Silence!"

Fu Xi quickly shut his mouth, and whispered to the proprietress: "Could it be that Brother Mo is really An Yi?"

The proprietress beat her chest and stamped her feet: "It's a loss, it's a loss, I knew it was a gamble, and I will cook the raw rice first!"

The focus shifted back to the painting, An Yi said: "But the scale paint on it was not added by me."

Xu Yan: "But you transferred it?"

"Yes."

"You mean someone else painted the scales?"

"Yes."

Xu Yan fell into a moment of contemplation, and Yu Yang said: "You are the one who tunes the poison, and you are the one who paints the picture. Would you pick something out of the accident and try to get rid of the problem?"

Yu Yang usually listened in silently, but since he got involved with An Yi, his words became targeted, even without thinking, he pointed the finger at him.

An Yi clasped his hands behind his back, nodded knowingly, with a smile on his face. "You can send a painter to identify and see if the lips on the painting are my original brush."

The two did not look at each other, and competed in the air.Yu Yang held the cup in his hand, played with it casually, and said tit for tat: "First, Ban Shu fainted the paint on the painting, and the traces of the original brush have been smeared; second, you want to use the 'non-original brush' as ​​an excuse To escape from questioning, it’s unknown whether you used your feet to add scale paint to lie about the hands of others. With these two points, even if the painter identifies that it’s not your original brush, what’s the point?”

"Your Majesty's reputation is too high." As expected, Yu Yang wanted to kill him.It took a lot of trouble to come all the way from Luzhou, it's really flattering him. "It can't compare to the genius of the Holy One."

The people outside the hall heard An Yi call the majestic lord "Your Majesty", they were shocked, they quickly lowered their heads, knelt down and kowtowed: "Long live my emperor!"

Now the teachers are mobilized.Yu Yang waved them away in annoyance, and continued: "You are being humble."

There was silence in the hall, and there was no need to investigate the case any further.Yu Yang insisted on calling a deer a horse, as a courtier, who would dare to refuse to accept it.No one has any interest in ease, guilt or innocence.Whoever wants to stand up to speak out against injustice and make enemies with Yu Yang is asking for trouble.

The king wants his ministers to die, and if he does not die, he will be raped!An Yi has already felt that there is no hope of survival, even if she tries to fight with reason, she will have no strength.He subconsciously glanced at Ding Lu, and Ding Lu felt the same, frowning.

Everyone is smart.Xu Yan silently changed the original interrogation plan, turning it into a question that is conducive to the implementation of An Yi's crime.Asked: "Why do you mix scale paint?"

"Because I want to mend a pearl on a Buddha's head."

When An Yi woke up that time, she saw the master abbot who rescued her back then.The temple was stolen, and the pearl on a Buddha's head was dug away, leaving a sunken pit, which was extremely unsightly.The abbot asked him to find a way to make up for it. Although he was stubborn and vulgar, he knew the truth of repaying kindness, killing for life, and paying for whoring/prostitution, so he undertook the job.After thinking back and forth, he decided to fill the hole with scale paint.The scale lacquer is red and shiny, and can drip into the shape of pearls. After drying, it will be as bright and smooth as gemstones. It is also cheap and suitable.The only disadvantage is that the scale paint is easy to deteriorate in hot weather.He thickens the scale paint so that it doesn't get hot enough to melt away.

Xu Yan sent the abbot to inquire, and there was indeed such a thing.

Xu Yan: "Do you have leftover lacquer left?"

"No, all the utensils used to hold the lacquer have been cleaned." It wasn't that he hadn't noticed that the scale lacquer was poisonous, but he wasn't worried that someone would eat it.

Yu Yang made up his sword: "So, the lacquer on the painting is taken from the Buddha's head? This is strange, everyone knows that it is lacquer, who would take it to paint on purpose? Could it be that you know it is poisonous and have ulterior motives?" .”

An Yi made a pun: "As Your Majesty said, even if everything is safe, it can't stop someone with ulterior motives."

The abbot said compassionately: "My lords, Yuan Ji and the benefactor of the class are strangers. They only meet each other. How can they have the idea of ​​killing people. Entering my Buddhist school, punishing evil and promoting good, how can we commit the taboo of killing?"

Xu Yan smiled: "He has entered Buddhism, but his character has not changed a single bit. What about eating, drinking, whoring and gambling? It's not that you don't know why he was expelled from Buddhism."

The abbot had nothing to say for a while.

"Aunt Liu."

When Liu Gu entered the hall, she knelt down to Yu Yang first, and then said: "This Yuan Ji... An Yi has come to the mansion twice, and persuaded the young lady not to choose a concubine, saying that the palace is full of cannibals. explain…"

He must have said something rebellious.

Yu Yang seemed to have caught the handle, and said contentedly: "What else did he say, just say it, and I will uphold justice for you."

"He also said... His Majesty..." Liu Gu didn't dare at all.

Yu Yang sternly said: "Say it quickly."

Aunt Liu cried out in fright, and said tremblingly: "He said that His Majesty that... that can't be done." The voice became smaller and smaller.

An Yi's eyes dimmed, and there was no way to save him now.That sentence is enough for him to die without regret, so it is better to say happily and generously: "Yes, I said Your Majesty is impotent."

An amazing word!

All the guards were so frightened that they all fell to their knees, their faces pressed to the ground.The ministers bowed their heads, not daring to speak.

Only An Yi dared to look directly at Yu Yang's extremely ugly face.In the midst of Yu Yang's extreme anger, there was a vague look of being said to be difficult to hide.

Xu Yan quickly put aside the topic: "An Yi, why did you prevent Ban Shu from choosing a concubine?"

"Master Xu, don't you think it's ridiculous for you to ask me why a romantic man wants to prevent a beautiful woman from getting married?" An Yi didn't intend to explain, or the explanation was useless, and said perfunctorily: "I like Miss Ban, but I can't bear it."

In the 23rd year of the Great Zhou Dynasty, when he woke up, he was standing in front of the imperial list. On the list was the announcement of the royal concubine's concubine nationwide. Only when he saw the date on the list did he realize that he had been asleep for three years.Before he came back to his senses, a young monk next to him grabbed him and said, "Don't look, it's getting dark, let's hurry up and ask for alms."

He looked down at himself and saw that he was wearing a monk's robe.He immediately realized that he had become a monk during these years of sleepwalking!He rubbed his head, thankfully he was ready to practice, otherwise he would really let down his all-match hairstyle that can hold any kind of bangs.

Fu Qian took him by the side and said: "I've made up my mind, don't put my limited energy on all living beings, if you want to beg for alms, pick a big family, if the situation is good, you can get a lot of money! Let's go, let's go to Ban's house, the big owner of Wanheng Bank. "

There were two words in An Yi's mind immediately: Monk.

When the two arrived at Banfu, the door was open.After asking the housekeeper, the housekeeper led them to see Mrs. Ban.Mrs. Ban didn't want to pay attention to them, but she thought that her daughter was participating in the concubine selection, so she might as well ask them for a blessing, and offer some incense to the Buddha to beg for blessing.

Mrs. Ban gave Fu Qian ten taels of silver, and said: "I am weak and sick, so it is inconvenient to come to the door. This is my kindness. I also ask two young masters to burn incense for the Buddha for me, and ask for a blessing to hang for my little girl. "

Fu Qian quietly flipped the money, gave him a smug wink, and said gratefully: "It should be, what blessing does Lingai seek?"

Mrs. Ban said with a smile: "Marriage, I dare not call it marriage. My daughter wants to participate in the concubine selection. If she succeeds, I will repay you with a lot of money!"

Fu Xie: "It's really a happy event! If you dare to ask Miss, what is the birth date, I can write it on the blessing when I go back."

"Okay, okay, I'll write to you right now."

He frowned and said, "May I give Miss Ban a face?"

Mrs. Ban nodded and said: "She is in the backyard. Aunt Liu, take the little master there."

Liu Gu nodded and agreed, "Yes."

The backyard of the Ban Mansion is huge, with a lotus pond, green willows and forests, and small and neat pavilions and pavilions are located in it, which is particularly elegant.Ban Shu was leaning against a rockery, smiling gracefully.Whether it is scenery or painting, they are all beautiful.

He was confident that he had seen a lot of beauties, but when he saw Ban Shu, he realized that he was ignorant!

A dozen or so painters sat not far away to paint for her, and the shameless "beauty" under the long gown couldn't hold back, and immediately began to see results.

The monk is also a human being. Fu Yan was stunned and froze in place.He was also dumbfounded, and several beauties who had passed away flashed through his mind: Yuxi, Daji, Baosi, Zhao Feiyan... Once such charming figures of disaster and chaos were placed in Guanglu Palace, would the king still be in court early?

Hesitation, unprecedented hesitation!An Yi clenched his fists tightly. As a citizen of the Great Zhou, for the sake of the country, he must set an example and act on behalf of the heavens!

Shouted: "Girl, don't choose a concubine! The palace is full of cannibals, the emperor is still impotent, you will not be happy!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Fu Qian quickly covered his mouth.

Ban Shu turned a deaf ear to it, and waited until the painters had finished painting before setting off to stretch her muscles, and glanced at him: "Where did the demon monk come from?"

Then I looked at the paintings that the painters had drawn, none of them liked them, and I was inexplicably angry: "Draw me like a girl, I don't want it!"

The painter's face was embarrassing, and the scene was once embarrassing.

"What's the matter?" Liu Gu hurriedly looked at the painting.

The painters invited are all famous artists in Luocheng, and their paintings are already quite good. After all, they are dead objects, so they are naturally a little less delicate and agile than living people.Consolingly said: "Miss, don't be angry, if you don't like us, please be smart. As the saying goes, it is difficult to draw a god, and it is even more difficult to draw a young lady who looks like a fairy."

Fu Xie also said: "It is common to see that the people in the painting are more beautiful than the living ones, so I praise the painter for his exquisite brushstrokes. That is because the characters are not beautiful enough. But Miss Ban is so beautiful that the painter's pen can't touch her. I can't complain. Painter. The monk thinks two of them are very good."

Ban Shu was so angry that she stomped her feet and tore up the painting: "If the painters in Luocheng can't do it, please invite the painters from the imperial city. I heard people say that the painters hired by the Wu family all painted Wu Lin'er as a fairy! If you don't give me Please a holy hand, I... I don't eat!"

What a domineering, he likes it!

This eldest lady's temper will definitely not be able to pass the queen mother's grasp.He reassuredly said: "Miss, cuckoo-colored lip balm is not good-looking, you are more suitable for Xia Hong. You tell them to change the lip color on the painting, and the charm will come naturally."

Ban Shu sat aside angrily: "I hate Xia Hong the most. Where did you two come from? It bothers me."

An Yi straightened her clothes, sat down gracefully across from Ban Shu, and said politely: "Beauty, what do you think of me, have you met me?"

"Come on, get these two demon monks out!"

So the two were really forked out.

This was the first time he met Ban Shu.The second meeting was two days later, the purpose was much simpler, it was pure hooliganism.

——"Girl, if you kiss me, how about I draw you a picture of an immortal in heaven?"

—— "Come here! Molested!"

——"Hey, hey, I'm serious!"

—— "Drag the demon monk out and beat him hard!"

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Stop for a day tomorrow.The author also wants to go to the waves~