I run a newspaper in ancient times

Fan Zhiyuan led troops to guard Dali Temple and strictly guarded the prison cells. There was a lot of movement, and the peepers immediately sent back the news.

In the main hall of Dali Temple, Song Guogong was looking at several old case files of the Ministry of Criminal Justice with a light on. He didn't seem to be in a hurry for tomorrow's interrogation, nor was he planning to go back home to rest.

Fan Zhiyuan stood by the door, looking outside, it was raining sputteringly.

Amidst the sound of rain, there was a sound of footsteps, and Xiao Fei walked quickly on the splash of water, clasped his fists at Fan Zhiyuan and said, "General, the matter has been settled."

His hair was completely soaked, and water dripped from the end of his hair, and it all fell to his shoulders. He didn't bring the water in, but just stood under the eaves.

"The other manpower has also been arranged, and the news will be sent back soon."

Fan Zhiyuan nodded: "Go and change."

Xiao Fei wiped his face: "Yes."

Fan Zhiyuan has excellent eyesight, even in the heavy rain, he could see the situation outside clearly. An official from Dali Temple passed Xiaofei with a scroll in his hand and almost collided with him, but the heavy rain hastily clasped his hands and left.

Apart from Song Guogong, other officials of Dali Temple are still here. Looking at the orderly appearance, it seems that it is a common thing to live in the yamen like this.

It looked astonishing to him.

"There are countless unjust and wrong cases in the world, new and old cases, and if you want to investigate, you can never find them all."

These cases that the Ministry of Criminal Affairs does not want are all in Dali Temple. They are complicated and unprofitable, so they are naturally busy. In fact, no one expects them to find out the truth, so in the eyes of outsiders, this kind of busyness is just a useless effort to find trouble. .

Fan Zhiyuan turned his head to look at Song Guogong who was at his desk. Under the light, the old man's law pattern was more profound, but he looked cute.

Yes, under the influence of Li Li, he also used this strange word.

"Song Guogong has such a heart, it is the blessing of the common people, and the luck of the Great Yan." He said sincerely.

Not everyone can do the same for ten years without asking for rewards and praise, but just do their job well in obscurity.

In this court today, there are too few people who keep their hearts and opinions like this.

Even Gu Rushi pretended to be a fool for seven or eight years before he had a bright future.

Of course, not everyone has such "willful" capital as Song Guogong.

Song Guogong twitched the corners of his mouth: "General Fan defends his family and the country. He can abandon the dark and turn to the bright, which shows that Dayan's strength is not exhausted."

This evaluation is not low, but Fan Zhiyuan feels that he deserves it.

Everything he did was not for Dayan, nor for the common people. He just wanted to get back the justice that Dingbei Houfu had at the beginning, and he was not a collaborator and traitor!

He doesn't care what happened to Dayan now, or whether the Li family will change hands.

He said: "I dare not be ashamed, Fan's choice today is Prince Yi."

Without Li Li, he would never have turned against Marquis Wu Ning, and he might still be wading through muddy waters in the struggle for power between Prime Minister Zuo and Marquis Wu Ning.

However, Fan Zhiyuan's words made Song Guogong smile slightly. Combined with the almost substantive gossip spread outside, Song Guogong couldn't help but make Song Guogong understand: "The talent and appearance of a prince is rare in the world, and the general's blessing."

Probably never thought that such words would come from the mouth of the pedantic Song Guogong, Fan Zhiyuan almost choked on his saliva.

However, Fan Zhiyuan's reaction made Song Guogong slightly stunned, wondering: "Did I say something wrong?"

Fan Zhiyuan shook his head subconsciously, "No..." But after denying it, he felt something was wrong, "Wrong..." After shaking twice, he finally froze in place.

Song Guogong looked stunned, and finally laughed and said: "Young man, I can't see clearly, I hesitated, just explain."

Fan Zhiyuan fell silent.

Song Guogong said: "When I saw you, the old man thought of someone." He opened another old file and asked, "Do you know the former Marquis of Dingbei?"

Hearing this, Fan Zhiyuan suddenly looked up at him.

The latter said: "Now in the entire Great Yan, only the old man can mention him without any scruples. Even the current emperor, I am afraid that he would like the world to forget him."

Fan Zhiyuan moved his lips, clasped the hands hanging on both sides meaningfully, and asked himself as calmly as possible: "Why did Duke Song suddenly mention him?"

"I think of his eldest son. Counting it, if Wei Lan is alive, he will be at your age." Song Guogong recalled, "Wen Tao Wu Lue, Ding Beihou often boasted that there are successors, and it is a pity."

Fan Zhiyuan's eyes fell on the rain outside the door, and he said quietly: "But everyone knows that they are traitors..."

"Hehe..." Song Guogong sneered, and immediately shot his eyes sharply at Fan Zhiyuan, saying, "You are also the one who led the army to fight, and now your achievements are no less than those of Dingbeihou back then. It should be a matter of course to be named a Marquis. At that time, the old man reminds you, you should be careful because you are guilty of carrying a jade."

Fan Zhiyuan's heart was pounding when he heard these words, and for some reason, his eyes were moist.

"Thank you, Lord Guo, for your guidance." He raised his hand and fisted sincerely.

Song Guogong nodded slightly.

The candlelight danced, the rain fell quickly and stopped quickly, and gradually, only the residual rain fell from the eaves and merged into the puddles on the ground, making circles of ripples.

"My lord, it's not good!" The sound of panicked footsteps came from far and near.

Fan Zhiyuan's posture of crossing his arms changed slightly, and he saw Song Guogong cast a deep gaze, then stood up calmly and said, "What's going on?"

"My lord, there is news from Gao Shilang's residence that his wife, one daughter and one son suddenly died suddenly, suspected of being poisoned!"

The servant of the Ministry of Punishment was surnamed Gao and his name was Chi, and the dead were relatives of his family.

Song Guogong was ordered by the emperor to send officers and soldiers from Dali Temple to surround Shilang's Mansion, with the assistance of the imperial army, and he and Fan Zhiyuan were responsible for the family members' accidents.

It's just that neither he nor Fan Zhiyuan was indifferent. Of course, these two are people who keep their words and smiles, and there is no shock on their faces.

"Send the doctor to have a look immediately." Song Guogong said.

The lieutenant replied: "I have already seen it, and died of exhaustion, there is no way to save it."

Hearing this, Song Guogong had already known what was going on, so his face darkened and his heart was restless.

"My lord, what should we do now? There's too much movement, I'm afraid we'll know it soon." The captain looked worried.

Dali Temple finally had a chance to be proud, but it caused an accident to the family members of the suspects in custody, which must be criticized.

"What does General Fan think?" Song Guogong asked.

"Maybe he hanged himself out of fear of crime, or maybe he was killed by others, in short, it's a bit strange, no matter what, the Duke must investigate the cause of death." Fan Zhiyuan said lightly.

"Bring all the corpses here," Song Guogong said.

The captain took the order to leave, and Song Guogong looked at Fan Zhiyuan and said, "I hope it's just the lord's sword slanting, and he didn't miss it, otherwise, he will ignore human life, even if they are guilty, this move has nothing to do with Zhou Chen." different."

Hearing this, Fan Zhiyuan said sarcastically: "Duke Song, don't worry, the medicine has already been verified." He is still living in front of you.

Zuoxiangfu

Hearing this news, Zuo Xiang, who was splashing ink, lost control instantly, and the stroke of his pen ruined his hard work.

"Dead?" His sharp eyes looked straight at his confidant.

"...Yes, I heard that one wife, one child and one daughter all died after being poisoned. Now Dali Temple is taking the corpse back for examination."

"Crack!" Zuo Xiang slapped the table with his palm, and said angrily, "Okay, it's so glorious to still be this prince, so it turns out that he would do such an unremarkable thing."

"Master Xiang, what should we do now? The news will soon reach Gao Shilang's ears. Without his wife and children's concern, this servant will not take the blame for Xiong Shangshu anymore?" worse.

Zuo Xiang also obviously thought of this, almost everything that Xiong Ling did was handed over to Gao Chi, and no one knew more about Shangfeng than this servant.

"Prince Yi, Prince Yi, you are really a gentleman on the surface, but a villain on the bottom. He is a material for power and power. It is absolutely enough." Zuo Xiang looked gloomy, pacing back and forth in the study room, and had to go to trial tomorrow, he suddenly stopped in his tracks , sneered, "But he seems to have forgotten that even though he has nothing to worry about, he has the hatred of killing his wife and son. Although Gao Chi is not a good person, he is a rare good husband and father to his wife and children. It would be fine if his family members were punished according to the crime, but they died so unexplainably, how could this revenge be attributed to this prince."

The confidant paused for a moment, then suddenly realized: "The little one should send someone to tell Gao Shilang immediately, otherwise if Dali Temple deceived him, his family members would hang themselves in fear of crime, and Gao Shilang would be disheartened."

Prime Minister Zuo nodded: "Go ahead, it's just that those of us in Dali Temple may have to be exposed. By the way, where are the Liang family and his son, are they still alive?"

"The prison cells in Dali Temple are not strictly guarded, but once the imperial army arrives, it will not be easy to deal with them. I have already put medicine in the water, so I don't know if the father and son will eat it."

In the prison, there is nothing but prison food. You can skip food for a day or two, but you have to drink water.

"Forget it, compared to Gao Chi, the Liang family and his son are second."

Ever since Gao Chi entered the Dali Temple, he never thought of going out.

Naturally, everyone in the Criminal Department participated in this kind of intolerable matter, and even this servant had helped Xiong Ling a lot.

However, even if he is a person full of evil, he still cannot abandon his wife and children.

According to his charges, ransacking the house is inevitable. At that time, the family members will be demoted to slavery, the wife and daughter will be reduced to servants and prostitutes, and the son will be sent to the army. It is almost as if life is worse than death.

If no one is outside to take care of them, the family may soon have to reunite in the underworld.

This morning, Prime Minister Zuo sent someone pretending to be a yamen servant to meet him, and there was only one sentence: Your family is my responsibility.

That meaning is self-evident, Gao Chi has no other way to go.

The rain was too heavy today, and Dali Temple changed him to a cell on the grounds of rain leakage. It was a little far away from Xiong Ling and other officials, but it was facing the Liang family and his son.

It didn't matter which cell it was in, he had already made up his mind.

But after a long time, I suddenly heard footsteps, and saw Zuo Shaoqing from Dali Temple leading someone over, the smiling face showed a rare sadness and regret, standing outside Gao Chi's cell, sighed heavily One sound.

Gao Chi felt restless, stood up slowly, and looked at Zuo Huan quietly.

"Lord Gao, your wife, your son and your son, you went there not long ago..."

Gao Chi's figure flickered suddenly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his lips moved: "How could it be..."

"Alas..." Even though Zuo Huan hated Gao Chi's actions, he couldn't bear it, "Please be sorry."

Standing behind Zuo Huan were the jailer and a few jailers. Gao Chi's eyes were dull, but tears were streaming down the corners of his eyes. Sadness and pain filled the air with suppressed cries.

No matter how heinous people are, hearing their relatives leave first, they all feel the same grief.

"How did they get there?" Suddenly, Gao Chi asked in a low voice.

"This..." Zuo Huan hesitated.

"Lord Zuo, I'm already like this, so there's nothing else I can't say." Gao Chi laughed at himself.

Zuo Huan hesitated, thought over and over again, and then said: "It was suicide in fear of crime."

As soon as this remark came out, Gao Chi was taken aback for a moment, his face full of disbelief.

"Impossible..." Prime Minister Zuo promised to take good care of his wife and children. Even if the house was ransacked, he would not suffer much. Why should he restrain himself?

As if seeing what he meant, Zuo Huan said: "Not everyone has the face to live in the world."

These words struck Gao Chi's head like a thunderbolt, making him feel as if his soul had come out of his seven orifices, and his complexion suddenly turned gray. As his wife and children, he has no face to face the world, and he has been implicated by him!

Regret and sadness immediately grabbed his heart, and he burst into tears, disturbing the surrounding cells, and the Liang family father and son on the opposite side turned pale with shock.

"Oh, if I knew today, why did I do it?" Zuo Huan looked at him and sighed again.

However, only a jailer behind Zuo Huan had his eyes flickering and lowered his head.

Zuo Huan didn't stay long, and took the people away.