I run a newspaper in ancient times

When Fan Zhiyuan returned to Beijing, he didn't go anywhere. After accepting the congratulations from everyone, he rode his horse directly to the Ministry of Punishment. Behind him, a person was imprisoned in the carriage.

Surrounding the carriage was Xiaofei and his eight relatives escorting him, guarding him closely. In such a situation, Song Guogong, who was traveling with him, immediately guessed the identity of the person inside.

Jiang Zhi's identity was discovered by Song Guogong, and he would tell Li Li that it was purely because of his trust in Prince Yi that the people's hearts dared to speak out for injustice, but he never thought that one day, he would really meet Jiang Zhi , Fan Zhiyuan actually caught him back!

Rao was always calm and casual, even Prince Yi had sent someone to inform him that Jiang Zhi had been arrested, but when he actually saw this person, Song Guogong still lost his composure.

The case of Marquis Ding Bei was his pain, and the case that he had been trying for a lifetime was the most unjust case.But back then, the Ministry of Criminal Justice was ordered by the late Emperor and Zuo Xiang to convict randomly without asking the facts. He was beyond his reach and could not take over the case. He could only watch the Wei family disappear overnight, which made him unwilling.

Now that □□ has passed, the case has finally re-entered people's attention, and he has the ability and qualifications to retry the case and pursue the truth. Song Guogong feels that he has no regrets in this life.

Along with Jiang Zhi came a pleading, signed by Wei Lan, upright and clear, if the case could not be overturned this time, there would be no more Wei Lan in the world, nor would there be any distance between Fan and Fan.Song Guogong looked deeply at the young man in front of him who had already changed his appearance but regained his identity, and then took the pleading paper.

"Please, my lord." Fan Zhiyuan saluted with fists in his hands.

Song Guogong asked in accordance with the usual practice: "Have you ever used lynching?"

"Drowsy all the way, never."

When Jiang Zhi was sent to the Dayan military camp, Fan Zhiyuan only took a look at the first time to confirm the person, and then he didn't see him again, because he was afraid that he couldn't help but kill him with a knife, or use a large knife to kill him. Punishment vents anger.

He asked Yunxi to watch, and the latter, in order to save trouble and vent his anger for the second senior brother, put down a few packs of medicine powder, no matter whether there were sequelae or not, he directly let him fall asleep, wake up and sleep until the capital, sleeping so sluggishly Sluggish, in a trance.

Fan Zhiyuan's restraint made Song Guogong surprised and admired, he saluted and said: "I will enforce the law impartially, General, please rest assured."

"Thank you."

In fact, the Wei family and Song Guogong have nothing to do with each other, even Dingbeihou is no more than acquaintance with this honorable lord, let alone talking about Fan Zhiyuan.

After the two exchanged business-like greetings, Fan Zhiyuan raised his hand, Xiaofei and all the guards handed over to the prison of the Ministry of Punishment, and then left.

It was only at this time that Song Guogong could look at Jiang Zhi carefully.

Jiang Zhi's face is almost unrecognizable by Song Guogong. He hid in Daxia, had to wear a mask, and even changed his face. He was old, depressed, and gloomy. The only thing that remained unchanged was that the outline still carried the familiarity in memory When Daxia sent it back, he also affirmed the identity of this person.

This person is Jiang Zhi, who fled to a foreign country and was still a prisoner when he came back. Song Guogong actually wanted to ask why he did that in the first place?

For money, for power, or for something else, but in the end it was nothing more than nothing.

When the head falls to the ground, do you dare to see the former Shangfeng, facing such a person who died in vain?

And in this letter of credence, after the fourth prince of Great Xia completely failed to win the heir apparent, and was deprived of all power by the Emperor Xia, and was imprisoned, the traitor of the Great Yan Kingdom who was secretly behind him also officially surfaced, pointing to the name of the left prime minister.

This is a gesture of goodwill, and it is also to divert Dayan's attention, and to settle Beihou's injustice case is enough to cause an uproar in Dayan's capital city.

The ironclad evidence is like a mountain, and it is difficult to quell the resentment without killing the Zhou family, and it is impossible to explain to the world. However, the Changqiu Palace is pregnant with a dragon heir, and the emperor of the Mingzheng Palace may not be able to make up his mind.

However, no matter what, even if there is no decree, the Ministry of Punishment will still interrogate what should be tried, and what should be investigated will still be investigated, and the truth must be revealed to the world.

At this moment in the main hall of Ming Dynasty, Zhou Meiren was kneeling in front of the emperor's bed, her eyes were tearful and her eyes were red and swollen.

She didn't care about the cold floor tiles and swollen knees, she just held Emperor Yan's hand and kept crying: "Grandfather has been prime minister for many years, so he will inevitably do wrong things, but his loyalty to Dayan can be learned from heaven and earth. Dare to ask for too much, I just ask the emperor to be lenient, to give the Zhou family a way out, and to leave someone who the eldest prince can rely on..."

Before this life was born, he decided that he was a prince, and used this to stab the emperor's heart.

Zhou Meiren's pear blossoms were covered with rain, and her already pale face was even more bloodless. I felt pity for it, and looked at Emperor Yan with pleading eyes.

Emperor Yan was obviously only around thirty years old, but at the moment he looked like an old man in his fifties or sixties, looking completely sluggish, it could be seen that his time was running out.

He raised his hand slowly, as if trying to reach Zhou Meiren's face, the latter's body leaned forward, allowing Emperor Yan to just touch it.

Emperor Yan wiped away her tears carefully, and said in a hoarse but soft voice: "Don't cry, it's not good for the child."

"Your Majesty..." Zhou Meiren held Emperor Yan's hand and put her face against his palm, her tears rolled down unceasingly, and she couldn't help crying: "If you are gone, I really can't imagine what our wives and sons will do." , Your Majesty, I'm afraid it won't be long before I'm going to follow you..."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Yan had a strange look in his eyes, and suddenly asked: "Then are you willing to go with me?"

The voice was very soft, but it sounded like thunder in Zhou Meiren's ears, which made her stunned for a moment, and even forgot to cry with tears, and looked at Emperor Yan foolishly.And the latter still looked at her gently, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes, as if he was just saying something casually.

Seeing that she was unable to speak for a long time, Emperor Yan couldn't help pulling the corners of his mouth, showing a strange smile and asking: "Are you scared?"

"No..." Meiren Zhou shook her head hurriedly, but her hands trembled slightly uncontrollably. She swallowed, thinking of her grandfather's ardent expectations, thinking of the old and young of the Zhou family, and the sad-faced parents, She forced herself to calm down and clenched her hands into fists, as if only in this way could she have courage. She forced a smile and said, "How could it be? If there was no such child, I would have felt at ease by now. The emperor will go, and I will follow you." Go, where are you so frightened... for fear of betraying the trust of the emperor..."

These words are very touching, probably the most touching love story in the world is that life is in the same quilt and death is in the same hole.

Emperor Yan was no exception, he really laughed and nodded: "I will remember the beauty's heart."

Zhou Meiren opened her eyes and bit her lips tightly. The tenderness on her face was like a clay sculpture, stiff and false, but her forehead was sweaty.

The emperor on the sickbed seemed to become even more unpredictable. Zhou Meiren could feel that Emperor Yan was not joking, he really had this idea just now.

Panic slowly enveloped her heart, but soon she calmed down.She knew that even if Emperor Yan really wanted her to be buried, it would not be at this time, otherwise wouldn't it be more miserable for the child to have no biological mother?

Zhou Meiren came back to her senses, remembered her purpose, and tried to suppress the chill, put her hand gently on her lower abdomen, and said with a sad face: "I beg the emperor to show you the way, it is not a pity for my concubine to die, but this child is yours." The only heir is Dayan's hope, please protect him."

Emperor Yan seemed very happy, he asked: "How do you think I should protect you, beauty?"

Zhou Meiren bit her bloodless lips, lowered her head, and said two words softly: "The will."

A low laugh leaked from Emperor Yan's mouth, hoarse like a broken bellows, soon the sound broke and was replaced by a heart-piercing cough.

Hearing the voice, Fuquan hurried in, only to see Zhou Meiren pat Emperor Yan on the back in panic, and shouted anxiously: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

"Go and invite Master Yun, hurry up!" Fuquan called out immediately, and then he quickly took out a small bottle, poured out a medicine, and pulled the crying beauty Zhou away from Emperor Yan, and skillfully moved the fortress to the ground. Put it into the emperor's mouth, and then swallowed it with warm water.

The effect of the medicine was immediate, and Emperor Yan's cough gradually subsided, but his whole body instantly became sluggish like a punctured ball, leaving only the violent ups and downs of his chest.

"Send Miss Zhou back to the palace." Fuquan called two servants and said.

Zhou Meiren didn't get the answer she wanted, she was extremely anxious, she couldn't help shouting and refused to leave: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

Emperor Yan barely opened his eyes, his vision was blurred, he seemed worried, he raised his hand with difficulty to comfort Zhou Meiren and said: "Go... I know what I know..."

That smile was so comforting, Zhou Meiren knelt down, kowtowed deeply to him, and then stood up with the support of two servants.

But at this time, Master Yun rushed in towards Longta in a hurry, and there was a burst of chaos. Zhou Meiren watched the battle, tears and broken beads fell down, turned around every step, and walked towards the door with great reluctance.

This issue of gossip tabloids is more exciting than any other, and of course it never disappoints.

What occupies the huge space is none other than the meticulous sketching by one of the best painters among the editors of gossip tabloids, and the painting is printed and dyed with the best ink and paper by a veteran craftsman in the workshop. ——Jiangshan is hired.

This painting is really very thoughtful. Outside the capital, there are thousands of troops and horses in the dark. The generals following the courtship are portrayed so vividly that anyone who knows can recognize who is who. Fan Da is kneeling on one knee, holding the letter of appointment in his hand. The general is even more visible, the armor on his body has a lingering aura, but his eyes are firm and affectionate, looking straight at Prince Yi on the white horse. The profile of the face, with only a few strokes, is like the blank space of the painting. The general's courtship oath is as ordinary as a fairy.

The artist is simply amazing!

Turning another page... Everyone who read the newspaper widened their eyes, astonished as if they saw the scene. Is this true?Wasn't it made up by the tabloids?

The prince is so bold that he hugged and kissed directly?Can this kind of thing be published?It's too indecent, isn't it?Aren't you afraid to teach bad children?

However, even though they kept complaining in their hearts, readers still flipped through the tabloids, trying to find a more intuitive and bold picture from the paintings behind, but it was a pity that they didn't see it with their own eyes.

However, it is no regret to see such a fairy couple in one's lifetime.

At this time, the voices of those other guards, the people who ate the wedding candy, naturally ignored them.

Li Li looked at these paintings and happily collected them. Although they are not masterpieces, they are very memorable. When they get older in the future, the two old men can still take them out to recall memories.

Of course, this is a great event. Even if it is not a wedding, it is comparable to a wedding. It is so lively that the common people can talk about it for half a year.However, it is not this matter that has attracted more attention.

Under the large-scale General Fan's marriage proposal, the column of people's voices is another topic. The rumors about General Fan's life experience that have been circulated before are now confirmed by a pleading paper that contains blood, tears and burden, and is signed by Wei Lan.Except for this pleading paper, which was also sent to the Ministry of Criminal Justice, the gossip tabloid did not add any extra words, but this opened the prelude to the retrial of the Dingbeihou case.

When everyone's eyes touched this pleading paper, the heart of watching the excitement calmed down, and their eyes were fixed on the palace with red walls and black tiles.

Fan Zhiyuan's grievances and grievances have been cleared up in a word of grievances. With hundreds of grievances attached to the pleadings, he is suing the Zhou family who has manipulated the government for many years and is really collaborating with the enemy and traitorous country—seeking justice.

On the day when the gossip tabloid was published, the snowflakes in the capital fluttered heavily that day, and it fell unreasonably heavy on people's hearts.