How do treacherous courtiers with love brain save themselves

"Why did you abandon me? You clearly know that apart from you, I have no relatives in this world." Jin Lingyue sat on a dark red armchair by herself, and her whole body sank into it tightly, trying to melt herself into the chair. As a whole.

The slender and white knuckles were firmly on the handle, trying to suppress the trembling in his body.

Bai Yuhui walked slowly behind Jin Lingyue, stretched out a somewhat rough palm, caressed Jin Lingyue's beautiful eyebrows, and said, "Wen Yan, you have suffered all these years."

After Jin Lingyue woke up, she frantically searched for Bai Yuhui for a long time, one month, two months, three months...

From the south to the north, he stumbled all the way, bumping around like a headless chicken.

Later, rumors spread in Jianghu somehow that the two closed disciples in Jiangyuemen were poisoned to death by the master of the sect, and the two unworthy disciples never heard from again, most likely took all the savings of the sect master Desperate to go.

Every time Jin Lingyue settled down, she could always hear these gossips.

During the period, I was really angry, and I also fought with the other party.

Those so-called decent sects had a lot of experience in bullying others, Jin Lingyue naturally couldn't get half a cent of it.

Since then, Jin Lingyue no longer mentioned her own name, Yue Qi, the closed disciple of Jiang Yue's sect, Yue Qi.

As time passed, this old story was gradually covered in dust, and no one cares about it anymore.

However, Jin Lingyue learned by chance that Prime Minister Zuo sent a new general, Bai Yuhui, to the court.

After going around several times, finally, Jin Lingyue also stepped into the court, and it was already three years later.

At first, the anger of wanting to ask him why he left without saying goodbye was worn down a lot on the way to the officialdom.

Now he just wants to know if his senior brother is still the one who loved him to the core.

However, when he saw him for the first time, Bai Yuhui, who was handsome and handsome, stood beside him, but he refused to give him even a second glance from the corner of his eye.

He pretended not to know him!

good very good.

Jin Lingyue simply played with him to the end.

It's just that every time I see him staring at others with that kind of gentle gaze, the discomfort in my heart suddenly intensifies.

In the end, Jin Lingyue's thoughts were just like what Bai Yuhui said before, children can't hide things.

"Then why did you come here today? An apology? Or an explanation?" Jin Lingyue leaned back on the armchair, letting her somewhat rough palm circle her eyes repeatedly.

Bai Yuhui raised his hand, showing a nice smile: "Practice."

"Oh? What identity?"

"What identity do you want me to use?"

Jin Lingyue smiled wryly: "Can I still call you Senior Brother?"

Bai Yuhui said: "It's up to you, the left and right are just one name."

Immediately, Jin Lingyue's eyes lit up, and she almost jumped up, saying: "Don't mention the past, you and I are living well now, that's enough. Brother, can we still be the same as before?"

as before...

The corners of Bai Yuhui's mouth raised slightly, and he couldn't help stroking the broken hair on Jin Lingyue's forehead with his big hand, "I'll have a good chat with you when you come back from the southwest."

"Okay, wait for me."

The two returned home and lay on the bed, tossing and turning sleeplessly.

Jin Lingyue recalled her impulsive light kiss, her face flushed at this moment, thinking of this, she pulled up the thin quilt again, covering half of her face.

Bai Yuhui didn't get angry just now, nor did he stop him. Did he understand his thoughts, or...

Jin Lingyue thought wildly for half the night, and only fell asleep in a daze at dawn.

At dawn, he was called out by the boy outside the door, and hurriedly took his suitcases to meet Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry.

The morning in the capital is exceptionally clear and the mood is good. Even though her eyes are dizzy, Jin Lingyue still feels that the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the river and mountains are fine.

He didn't know that on the third day after he left the capital, there was a lot of turmoil in the court again.

Minister of the Ministry of War, died of illness.

The imperial doctor stayed at the mansion of the Minister of War for a day and a night, but he was powerless in the end.

Lao Shangshu, who had just reached the pinnacle of his life, passed away so suddenly.

In order to express his heartache and regret, the emperor personally wrote a certificate of commendation and sent someone to pass it to the mourning hall of Lao Shangshu.

The old Shangshu who has never done anything wrong... After his death, he can get a certificate of commendation that can be passed down to the family, and it can be regarded as a smile.

As a result, on the day of Lao Shangshu's burial, there was a sudden gust of wind, which made the white flags on both sides of the tomb dance wildly.

The trembling coffin bearers did not dare to get out of the coffin. After hesitating, two white flags broke at the waist and hit the gate of the coffin bearers in front of them.

The battered coffin bearer was quite solid, and he carried the coffin desperately to prevent it from falling.

Immediately afterwards, another violent gust of wind came oncoming.

The flying sand walked between the stones, the eyes of the coffin bearer were blurred, and the wound on his head was hit by the flying stone again, the pain was unbearable, he loosened his hand, and the black wood carved coffin fell to the ground with a bang.

In addition to Lao Shangshu's relatives and family members, there were also several court officials who attended the funeral, such as Prime Minister You, who was very fond of Lao Shangshu.

The lid of the coffin was lifted, and the appearance of the old Shangshu appeared under the noses of everyone.

I don't know who in the crowd whispered: "Why is the corner of Chen Shangshu's mouth bleeding black? Is he poisoned?"

The crowd was in an uproar.

You Cheng walked closer to the coffin and took a closer look. Sure enough, there was a black line of blood hanging from the corner of Chen Shangshu's mouth.

Also present was the Lang Zhong, who used to be with the old Shangshu in the past, and re-examined the body of the old Shangshu in front of everyone.

At the end, he respectfully replied to Prime Minister You: "Return to Prime Minister, Lao Shangshu died of poisoning."

The funeral ended so hastily, and Lao Shangshu's body was directly carried back to Lao Shangshu's mansion.

As for whether to hand it over to Dali Temple or the Ministry of Punishment, Prime Minister You will enter the palace to ask the emperor for instructions.

Half a day later, the higher-ups drew up an imperial decree and sent the old Shangshu's body to Dali Temple.

Sitting in the lobby of the Ministry of Justice, the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment looked at the person who announced the decree passing by the door, sneered, and ignored it.

The old Shangshu's body was carefully carried out and placed in the autopsy room of Dali Temple, ready for another autopsy.

Dali Temple is under the direct control of the royal family, not belonging to the six ministries, and does not participate in party struggles, so it is deeply trusted by the emperor.

Putting Lao Shangshu here is probably to find out the truth of this matter.

Master Qing Gao of Dali Temple was a student of the same class as Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishment. He passed all the way, one entered the Ministry of Punishment, and the other entered Dali Temple.

After many years now, one has become Minister of the Ministry of Justice, and the other has become Minister of Dali Temple, which can be regarded as a kind of hidden chance.

Suddenly a corpse was stuffed by the emperor, it was still the dead Minister of the Ministry of War, and everyone in Dali Temple was worried.

After working on a case for a long time, some things can be guessed at one or two points just by intuition.

Being a dignified minister, being able to be poisoned by others is definitely not something that ordinary people can do.

What's more, the old Shangshu is over fifty years old, and he is already weak and sick. He won't spend his days and nights like those young adults, mixing with some messy people in the streets and alleys all day long, making his body full of smog.The scope of poisoners has been reduced by more than half.

In addition, not long after Chen Shangshu took the position of Shangshu, he hadn't done any major events, and his name was not real, let alone had a deep grudge with anyone.

This virtually created a problem for Mr. Gao.

The investigation is necessary, and where to start should be carefully considered.

Looking at the appearance of the old Shangshu who had returned to his hometown, Lord Gao bowed slightly, and said softly: "Go, sir, I will make you understand."

When Jin Lingyue received the news of the old Shangshu's death, she was writing a letter in the post station. Brother Ming Yun, who raised his head, had just finished writing when the news of the old Shangshu's death reached his ears.

The hand holding the pen paused, Jin Lingyue felt a little uncomfortable, and felt indescribably irritated for a moment.

The Minister of the Ministry of Industry, who also received the message, has come to Jin Lingyue's room after hearing the news.

After being polite, the two began to feel sorry for the old Shangshu.

The emperor also brought the emperor's oral order ahead, the southwest is urgent, and the trip should not be delayed.

The implication in the words is that the last side of Lao Shangshu may not be seen.

"Master Jin, you spend a lot of time meeting Lao Shangshu at work every day. Is his health really that bad? It's only a few days, how come... oh, good luck tricks people."

Jin Lingyue said quietly: "Old Shangshu is indeed a little weak and sick, but leaving so suddenly, the lower officials are also very surprised."

"Things are impermanent. Fame and wealth are not taken away by birth or death. Only by keeping a breath can you see the prosperity of the world. Otherwise, you will see flowers in the mirror of the moon in the water. Look, I am also old. So sentimental about Spring and Autumn. Mr. Jin, you are still young, so naturally you don’t want to listen to my negative resentment. You have a good rest, we have to go on the road later.”

Jin Ling Yuegong saw off Ren Shangshu, returned to the table, looked at the three words written on the paper, thought about it, made a ball, and threw it into the basin next to it.

The ink color is smudged by the clear water in the basin, and the clear water basin is covered with a light veil, like an unfinished ink painting, reflected in the small water basin.

Jin Lingyue leaned against the window and looked at the square sky outside, feeling a bad premonition in her heart.

Old Shangshu's death was probably not that simple.

After careful re-inspection, the author of Dali Temple finally found the cause of Chen Shangshu's death.

It is indeed poisonous.

Moreover, this poison is not something that Shengjin Kingdom can see at will.

Wu Zuo held a bowl of clear water and a silver needle, and placed it next to a mouse cage.

"My lord, the poison from the old Shangshu is colorless and odorless. Even if you use a silver needle to detect it, you will not suspect it. Please take a look." Then he pulled out the silver needle stuck in the old Shangshu's arm and handed it to the In front of Mr. Gao, "The silver needle has not changed color so far, so it can be seen that the poison is really not easy to detect by ordinary inspection."

Mr. Gao took the silver needle and examined it carefully against the candlelight, there was indeed nothing abnormal.

"Then how do you prove it's poisonous hair? Black blood alone?"

Wu Zuo shook his head, took back the silver needle, stuck it on the old Shangshu's fingertip, squeezed out two drops of black blood, and dropped it into the clear water. The silver needle stirred twice, and the clear water became a bit dark.

Wu Zuo grabbed the little mouse in the cage, poured it a few mouthfuls of dark water from the bowl, and put it back into the cage.

Several people leaned into the cage slowly, leaning over to check.

The little mouse was still jumping up and down in the cage at first, trying to pry open the door to escape.

Suddenly, the tail of the little mouse that had climbed to the top of the cage stood up straight, and then fell down, motionless.

The small eyes stared at the cage lock that was about to be opened, with a look of unwillingness.

Everyone was very surprised.

It was just two drops of blood, yet it happened so quickly.

Who the hell is going to do this to an old Shangshu who is over fifty years old and has no practical use.