Biganchun

Refining the sword on the top of the Chu Mountain, quenching the sword by the water of the Chu River.I don't know the age in the furnace, but the sun and the moon remind me in the box.

The cold light shines through the knuckles, and after a thousand years, it is still dazzling.Feng Hua, who had been refined a hundred times, was held tightly in one palm.

"It's not worth letting Chunjun be stained with this person's blood."

His voice was calm and determined, not allowing her to argue.

Qingcheng staggered her eyes, and her eyes inadvertently met the flushing shadow under the shirt on his chest.

While she was in a daze for a moment, he let go of his hand, turned around and strode towards the judge's case.

When all the forbidden soldiers saw him, they all showed reverence and spread out to the left and right, revealing a path.

He walked up to the judge's case, flicked his robes, knelt down on his knees, and said loudly: "Zhan Zhao is late, please forgive me, Your Majesty and the two adults!"

When Zhao Zhen and the others saw him coming, they all showed joy on their faces.Bao Zheng and Du Yan straightened their court clothes and sat down again.

Bao Zheng asked in a deep voice: "Guard Zhan, you went to Tianzhang Pavilion to look for evidence, did you get anything?"

Zhan Zhao said: "It's a good luck that this subordinate is not disgraceful."

He didn't turn his head, but he clearly felt that Qingcheng suddenly raised his head, and his eyes were fixed on his back.

Even Bao Zheng couldn't help being surprised: "Where is the evidence now?"

Zhan Zhao smiled slightly: "Here."

He stood up, the sleeve of his left arm fluttered lightly, and a light blue painting scroll came out of his sleeve. He opened his right hand, grasped the front of the scroll, flipped his wrist, and held it by his side, saying loudly: "Qingcheng is General Nian and Ma The daughter of Princess Ersay, this is the evidence!"

The seven-foot silk brocade spread down like a flowing cloud, its curly tail hanging gently on the ground.

Twenty years have passed before the eyes, the brocade is bright, the silk is better than the snow, and the vicissitudes of personnel are vicissitudes.

Zhan Zhao said loudly: "In the fourth year of Tianxi, on April [-]th, Tianzhang Pavilion was appointed to make the statue of Uighur Princess Marsai. The seal at the end of the scroll is very clear, please Your Majesty and the two lords check it out."

Zhao Zhen's eyes were fixed on the portrait, and he was speechless for a moment.After a long time, he sighed softly and asked Bao Zheng and Du Yan: "Second Bao Du, Miss Nian's identity as the plaintiff is undoubtedly different now."

Bao Zheng and Du Yanjun bowed his body and cupped his hands, saying: "The Holy Master has learned!"

Zhan Zhao smiled slightly, turned around, and flipped the portrait in his hand, showing it in front of everyone.

On the brocade painting, rendered in thick ink, a lush ancient tree is painted, and an exquisite rockery is erected beside the tree, and a woman in red stands sideways beside the rock.She wears a brocade belt around her waist, and a coral whip is wrapped around her left wrist. She raises her right arm, and a black falcon rests on the sleeve of her arrow. She stands with her neck raised, looking extremely handsome.She turned her head slightly, and looked up at the black falcon. Although only a side profile was visible, her eyes were flowing and her clothes were fluttering, just like the sun shining brightly. frame.

Qingcheng stared at the picture scroll obsessively, as if the person in the painting came out of the brocade and stood in the lobby of Kaifeng Mansion.

Zhao Jue fixed his eyes on the portrait, and murmured: "How... how..." Suddenly hissed: "This is absolutely... definitely not true!"

Holding the portrait, Zhan Zhao walked up to Zhao Jue step by step: "My lord, when the portrait was taken 20 years ago, did you ever imagine what it is today? In this lobby 20 years later, have you ever regretted it?"

Zhao Jue didn't answer, his eyes were still blurred on the person in the painting, as if he was lost.

Begonias are weeping branches, and the flowers are striking, Yuyuan Chunbo brings the fallen flowers, rippling slightly in the shadow of the sun.

"You are... Baoshun Khan's..." The slightly drunk young man stood up from his seat, looking elegant and flawless.

"Ganzhou Uighur Marsai, I have seen the prince..." Bright eyes flowed, but with a sweet word, Man Shufanghua lost color.

"Zhao Jue, are you going to fire that thunderbolt or not..." At the critical moment, in tears of blood, she raised her head and asked him one last question.

"Seeing that half of the treasure map, I will protect the Wan surname in Ganzhou..."

If he knew that heaven and man were separated from now on, would he change his answer just for her?

Zhao Jue stood there silently, speechless.

Zhan Zhao turned to face Qingcheng, and said in a low voice: "The matter of Tianzhang Pavilion... I wonder if you can forgive me..."

Qingcheng's eyes were hazy, just lingering on the portrait: "You...you finally...found..."

Zhan Zhao nodded, and said with a smile, "If you hadn't left in a fit of anger, the carved window let in the wind and blew up the notebooks on the cabinet by the window, and just happened to show the forehead of this portrait, how could I have found it in time? This image? Presumably it must be the spirit of Princess Marseille in heaven, and I hope you can finally clear the case."

Qingcheng didn't answer, but two lines of tears flowed from her eyes in a daze.

Seeing this, Bao Zheng made eye contact with Du Yan. Seeing that Du Yan nodded slightly, he said in a deep voice after the trial: "In this case, both the plaintiff and the defendant in the Ganzhou case are present. Now that the testimony is available, the Kaifeng government and Yushitai ruled that Nian Zongze's family was framed by Zhao Jue and even committed the crime of dereliction of duty before the battle. Zhao Jue framed a loyal minister and forced him to fall into Ganzhou, and he was punished for the crime of treason." Turning to Zhao Zhen, he said: "Your Majesty please approve."

Zhao Zhen nodded slowly: "Zuzao."

Bao Zheng turned around, picked up a long vermilion sign on the case, and shouted to the front of the hall: "Zhao Jue, today's trial before the imperial court, you are sentenced to beheaded. What else do you have to say?"

The color of the lottery is like blood, once thrown from the front of the case, life and death will no longer matter.

This one is the fatal lottery of Kaifeng Mansion!

Zhao Jue glanced at the sign twice, feeling dazzled, swayed and closed his eyes slightly.After a long time, I opened my eyes again,

A big dream, I feel late.

He turned around and walked slowly towards where Zhan Zhao was standing.

He breathed deeply, walked with difficulty, and approached the portrait in Zhan Zhao's hand step by step, with a look of sadness and mockery on his face.

He fixed his eyes on Marseille in the portrait, and murmured, "Marseille, are you satisfied with seeing this king like this today?"

In the painting, Marsay still stood with her head up, but did not answer.

"Why until today, you still only protect Nian Zongze and his daughter...Why do you still turn a blind eye to this king's heart..."

He paused in front of the portrait, and murmured: "That's right, the greatest concern of this king in this life is indeed to become the Supreme Being of heaven and earth. For this concern, this king will not hesitate to sacrifice thousands of lives and family names, and he will not hesitate to throw away his flesh and blood." Wealth...but...the only person in this king who wants to meet day and night and share the river and mountains is... only you, Marseille...why do you never want to look at me more, never listen to a word of my heart... Could it be that you are really like this flying falcon, always elusive..."

He looked up to the sky and smiled, with tears in his eyes: "Up to now, this king will never regret what he has done in his life... Perhaps the only thing he regrets is that when you left Bianjing that year, this king did not chase you back... Marsai...at least this time, this king will never let you go...this king will take you...to go with me when I leave this world...not to let anyone in this world...see your face again..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a mouthful of blood shot out like an arrow.Zhan Zhao was startled and couldn't dodge in time, all the blood in his cavity was splashed on the portrait.

This change shocked everyone in the hall.

Qingcheng wailed, and rushed forward, but was held tightly by Zhan Zhao's arm.

Zhao Jue slowly sat down, raised his head, and looked at Zhao Zhen's face: "Zhao Zhen...do you really think that this king will be dealt with by others...under the guillotine of Kaifeng Mansion...with his head in a different place?"

Zhao Zhen helped the case stand up and said in a trembling voice: "Uncle Seventh Emperor...you..."

Zhao Jue smiled broadly, and said slowly: "This world of the Zhao Clan...is not easy to come by...now you are surrounded by alien races...everything you do...think about what the great ancestor did...you must not have...a woman's benevolence... ..."

Zhao Zhen didn't expect him to say such a word, he had mixed feelings and was speechless.

Zhao Jue said again: "The climate of the party is gradually becoming... Except for this one enemy... There is no need to fight for the front... You should hold on to it with a fortress... Use the power of the country to consume it..." Before he finished speaking, another mouthful of blood spewed out.

Zhao Zhen's heart ached, and he nodded with tears in his eyes.

Zhao Jue smiled lightly, as if there was nothing to worry about.

He lowered his head and chanted slowly: "Falling leaves frighten the temples...Xu Dan sits in the southern chamber...Time comes and arrives early...Things go back and forth...Who thinks of Jiang Hanguang...Wasted in the past...Wasted in the past... ...I'm going against my mind..."

He looked up to the sky and smiled again, his voice suddenly became hoarse, and he fell to the ground, dying of breath.

Gongsun Ce stepped forward quickly, stretched out his fingers to probe Zhao Jue's neck veins, then opened his eyelids, stood up, and replied to Zhao Zhen and Bao Du, "The criminal committed suicide by taking poison."

Bao Zheng frowned, and asked in a deep voice, "Where did this poison come from?"

Gongsun Ce leaned down again, inspecting Zhao Jue's face, and suddenly found that in just a moment, Zhao Jue's hair and beard had turned gray.

The morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow, and the thoughts are finally blurred.

Gongsun Ce was shocked in his heart, and then gently parted Zhao Jue's lips. After thinking for a while, his heart was clear.

He got up and replied: "Your Majesty, my lords, judging from the situation, the culprit should have died of He Lanxue, the most poisonous poison in the Western Regions. According to the officials, this He Lanxue is very poisonous, and there is no abnormality on the outside after taking it for the first time. The poison is already contained in it. The poison will only be released if the poisonous blood is swallowed into the abdomen. Presumably, Zhao Jue has already swallowed this He Lanxue early in the morning.

When everyone heard the words, they were all terrified when they thought that this tyrant was prematurely determined to die in order to control his life in his own hands, and he did not hesitate to poison his blood.

Zhan Zhao let go of Qingcheng's arm, and Qingcheng walked slowly in front of Zhao Jue, saw Zhao Jue's body under his feet, then turned back to look at the incomplete painting in Zhan Zhao's hand, his body swayed, and his heart felt twisted for a moment.

Zhan Zhao slowly approached Qing Cheng, and handed the portrait to her.She took the portrait and stared at the figure under the blood stains, she couldn't help but shed tears again.

Seeing that Zhao Jue committed suicide and the case of treason and frame-up was closed, Du Yan turned to Bao Zheng and said, "Lord Bao, the case of Zhao Jue has already happened, but this year Suguang broke into the palace and hurt people. How to deal with it?"

Bao Zheng was startled, and said in a deep voice: "Lord Du, the section of Tianzhang Pavilion was originally ordered by Zhan Zhao to investigate the evidence. Nian Suguang was concerned about the case and followed him. It was originally expected by the government Among them. Now because of his misconduct, if there is a crime, it should be borne by the government.

Du Yan shook his head and said: "Trespassing in the forbidden zone and stabbing the forbidden army is a serious crime. I'm afraid it's not something you, Mr. Bao, can bear with just a few words."

Du Yan has been in charge of Yushitai for many years, and he is loyal and upright. With this statement, it is definitely not aimed at Bao Zheng, but that the calamity of Qingcheng is really serious.

Zhan Zhao stepped forward, swung his robes, and knelt down on the ground: "Lord Du, about the Tianzhang Pavilion incident, first Zhan Zhao didn't report it, and he didn't inform the commander of the imperial army about Miss Nian's entry into the palace. It was because of her failure to respond in time that the Nian girl forced her out of the imperial confinement in a panic, accidentally injuring the imperial army. Now that she has been convicted, Zhan Zhao should be responsible for all these faults. Please judge according to the law."

Du Yan hadn't answered yet, but Qing Cheng said indifferently: "What I do, I will take responsibility for myself. You are so strong that you really underestimate the descendants of the Nian family and the Ye Luohe clan!"

Du Yan was troubled in his heart, and looked back at Zhao Zhen: "Your Majesty... I don't know what the holy will is?"

Seeing Zhao Jue's suicide in person, Zhao Zhen's heart was still ups and downs at this moment. After a moment of relief, he sighed: "Nian Suguang's crime... According to my opinion, Quan should pardon it together."

Du Yan frowned: "Your Majesty, there is no precedent for such an amnesty, minister..."

Zhao Zhen suddenly raised his right hand, slapped the table, and stood up: "If the law of this dynasty insists that Zhongliang's orphans die here today, what should I do? If there is no precedent , I will be born from this example!"

He was usually gentle and submissive, but at this moment he suddenly became angry, and everyone was shocked.Du Yan and Bao Zheng quickly stood up and knelt down in front of Zhao Zhen.

Zhao Zhen had a seizure for a while, and felt a little remorse in his heart. He sighed softly and said, "There is indeed something wrong with the Kaifeng government. Bao Qing, you fined your salary for one month as a small punishment. As for Zhan Zhao... the sentencing Just cut it in half."

After finishing speaking, Dagon raised his sleeves and walked down to judge the case.Passing by Qingcheng's side, there seemed to be a slight pause, and finally the ceremony followed, surrounded by the forbidden army, and left the hall.

Du Yan and Bao Zheng knelt to send Zhao Zhen away, and after a while, they stood up and sat down again.

Du Yan said to Bao Zheng: "Master Bao, it is right for you to preside over the rest of the matter." Yushitai and Kaifeng Mansion have always been separate courts, and it is indeed inconvenient for him to come forward to deal with the internal affairs of Kaifeng Mansion.

Bao Zheng let out a long sigh in his heart, turned his eyes to Gongsun Ce in the hall, and said for a long time: "Mr. Gongsun, if you follow the law, what is the punishment for Zhan Zhao's crime?"

Gongsun Ce lowered his head and said dejectedly, "Quan loses his post of guard and will be sentenced to twenty sticks."

Bao Zheng felt pain in his heart, but in the end he had no choice but to pick up a stick and threw it on the ground: "Zhan Zhao's crime of dereliction of duty, ten punishments with a staff, will be punished in court!"

Zhan Zhao replied indifferently: "Thank you, sir. This subordinate is convinced." He stood up, and there seemed to be a slight smile on his face.

Although the yamen servants were reluctant in their hearts, they moved the rattan bench over.Zhan Zhao smiled slightly, untied his official robe, exposed his back, and leaned on the rattan stool.

On the bronze-colored skin, the wound where the sword pierced through the chest has burst open again after a night of toil and half a day of running around, and several bright red flowers are wetted on the wound cloth on the back.

Zhang Long and Zhao Hu walked up to Bao Zheng with sticks, looked at each other, and at the same time knelt down to Bao Zheng, pleading: "Master Bao, Mr. Zhan was already seriously injured, how could he bear this punishment? Lord Bao, please forgive me." Master Zhan! The two of us are willing to be punished on behalf of Master Zhan!"

Zhan Zhao leaned on the rattan stool, and said in a deep voice: "You two are like this, don't you embarrass your lord! Execute according to your lord's order! Don't forget, this is the lobby of Kaifeng Mansion!"

He yelled out without anger and prestige, Zhang and Zhao had no choice but to stand up and hold the stick again.

The staff is seven feet long and two inches and eight inches thick. It is made of high-quality basswood, and it is strong enough to crack skin and bones.

Zhang Long's eyes were sore and hot, he gritted his teeth and lifted the wooden stick, and heard Zhan Zhao say in his ears: "If you show mercy, you will insult the prestige of Kaifeng Mansion! Which is more important, you have to think it through in your heart!"

Zhang Long turned his head, closed his eyes, and dropped the stick heavily.This stick was heavy and powerful, and it hit Zhan Zhao's back.

Seeing that the stick was about to fall on Zhan Zhao's back, Qing Cheng suddenly stepped forward, flipped his slender hand, and grabbed the end of the stick.Zhang Long only felt a cold force coming from the staff, and his hands felt numb, and the wooden staff almost dropped from his hand.

Qingcheng said coldly to Zhang Long: "If you fight like you, if you go down with ten sticks, you will be dead. What's the use of leaving the Kaifeng Mansion's loud and powerful reputation?"

She turned her head to look at Bao Zheng, and said loudly: "Master Bao, who in this hall is the one who should be punished, even a blind person can see clearly. If these ten sticks are going to be beaten, they should fall on Qingcheng! You don't ask indiscriminately, implicate the innocent, how can you be called Qingtian?"

Bao Zheng hadn't answered yet, but Zhan Zhao said in a deep voice, "Qingcheng, don't be rude to your lord! This matter is dealt with impartially by your lord, so you don't need to say too much!"

Qingcheng flicked his sleeves, let go of the wooden staff in his hand, looked down at Zhan Zhao, and said angrily, "You...do you want to die like this? Don't forget, you still owe the Tianzhang Pavilion matter." Let me confess, if you die, who will I go to for this debt?"

She turned to look at the people in the lobby, and said coldly, "Whoever wants to torture Zhan Zhao, I have Chun Jun in my palm, and his blood will be spattered for five steps!"

Just as he finished speaking, he felt that his sleeves tightened. It turned out that Zhan Zhao was holding his arm.Through a layer of sleeves, the warmth from his palm still subtly soaked into her skin.

He was still leaning on the rattan stool, raised his eyes and smiled faintly at her: "These ten sticks are far easier to deal with than your sword... If there is something between you and me that has not been calculated clearly, why bother today?" ..."

This sentence did not deliberately lower her voice, but went straight to her heart, as if it was only whispered to her.

Qingcheng took a step back in a daze, not knowing how to answer him.

Zhan Zhao suddenly turned around, closed his eyes, bowed his head and shouted, "Zhang Long Zhao Hu, what are you waiting for?"

Carrying the wind, the wooden staff fell in response to the sound, hitting Zhan Zhao's back heavily.

Immediately, it was the second blow.

Qingcheng swayed and took another step back.

There was a sound of the staff being struck, and when the fifth staff was hit, a pool of blood splashed out, and a drop of it splashed on her face.

She raised her hand in a daze and stroked her cheek lightly.The drop of blood stained her fingertips, trembling slightly, like a little cinnabar.

Gongsun Ce walked slowly to Qingcheng's side, and said softly: "Miss Nian, this portrait of Lingtang is in the imperial collection. Although it is damaged today, it must be returned to Tianzhang Pavilion. At this moment, the commander of the imperial army is waiting outside, please ..."

Qingcheng suddenly looked up.She looked directly at Gongsun Ce with a pair of clear pupils, and the anger and sadness in her eyes shocked Gongsun Ce's heart.

Gongsun Ce shook his head and sighed, and took a step forward: "Miss Nian...if there is any discrepancy in this matter...Xiong Fei...will definitely be embarrassed."

Qingcheng's body trembled, she pondered silently for a moment, her eyes turned sad.She unfolded the picture scroll in her arms, rubbed it for a long time, and then slowly rolled it up neatly.With a flick of his sleeve, he threw the scroll, together with all the bitterness in his heart, into Gongsun Ce's arms.

She couldn't bear to look into the lobby again, turned around and walked out.When he walked to the steps outside the door, his footsteps stopped, as if he was caught in an invisible space.

Looking up, there is only one lone cloud floating in the wind until it reaches the boundless sky.

She—finally owed him.

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