After dressing as the male protagonist's younger brother, I entered the marriage

The court hall became more noisy and more joyful, and gradually two factions separated.

The civil officials headed by Prime Minister Zhou and some military generals such as Ding Guohou and officials headed by Prime Minister Wei fought every day.

Prime Minister Wei first took charge of the prison with the "Ministry of Punishment", and everyone in it is talented, so it must be easy to decide the case. The case of the Imperial Academy should be handed over to the Ministry of Punishment.

Prime Minister Zhou explained how Xing Yu and the case were related. It was as if Prime Minister Wei had blisters on his mouth today and planned to eat with his fart/eye, which is very absurd.

Of course, when people swear at the street, it is natural not to be so straightforward. Wen Bu just edited what he heard from Ding Guohou and relayed it to Liu Jin and Wen Bucheng.

For the first time, Liu Jin realized the extent of the word "slightly".

The imperial court was in a hurry, the case of the Imperial Academy was still pending, and both parties were anxious.

Whenever a civil official was impatient and rolled up his sleeves and asked "a gentleman should move his mouth and move his hands", Ding Guohou would take two steps forward slowly and look at him with his hands behind his back.

The officials who wanted to do something suddenly got into the crowd in desperation.

"We are talking about important matters of the imperial court, and these military officers have nothing to do with them!" the official muttered.

"That's right, Your Majesty didn't allow Dingguo to miss the early court. During this period, he almost lived in the palace with a quilt in his arms. This is strange, check!"

On the second day when he went to court, someone went up to report Dingguohou because of his stepson Jian Ji, and he didn't like Mr. Jian. It happened that Mr. Jian was the one who strongly recommended the Ministry of Criminal Investigation to investigate the case, so Dingguohou was disturbing the court!

Dingguohou reported backhand that Master Jian was enriching his own pocket, embezzling silver, and bribing court officials and the harem.

The emperor, who had a heavy complexion for a few days, heard the words and his face became darker. He sneered and slapped his hands on the table, "Okay, there is no case of the Imperial Academy. I don't know that there are so many mediocre people in the court. Check it out for me." !"

"You don't need to quarrel with the Imperial Academy case. I think the Shaoqing of Dali Temple is a hundred times better than you guys who can only use your mouth. This case should be handed over to Dali Temple for trial!"

As soon as the emperor's golden mouth came out, the faces of the officials of the guard department turned black, and they all knelt on the ground to ask His Majesty to think twice.

But His Majesty didn't want to deal with them any longer, so he threw up his sleeves and left.

Standing among the officials, Ding Guohou hugged his sleeves and smiled triumphantly.

His smile made those who care about him look puzzled, Ding Guohou's appearance is somewhat similar to that of the prince and grand master, could it be...

Could it be Jian Hong's illegitimate son?

With the spirit of this person, he quickly discussed with others to catch Ding Guohou's tail.

Here at the Hanlin Academy.

The Shaoqing of Dali Temple came out again, took out [-] spirit heads, and was determined to catch the real culprit!

Everyone in Dali Temple saw that their family was full of birds on the peak, and each of them carried the prestige, tried and investigated the case, with a dignified face and a cold voice.

The delicate Hanlins have been imprisoned for a long time, and all their faces are yellow and stinky. Only the smelly ones still have the elegant and elegant appearance, standing out from the crowd.

The Hanlin people looked at Wen Bucheng's paler face, and their hearts beat. This Wen Bucheng is not some kind of goblin, why is the more closed the more energetic?

Dali Temple interrogated the Hanlin three times a day, and even knocked on the door in the middle of the night to pull people up for questioning.

These civil servants were so angry that they were going to play, staring at their black eyelids, they almost got into a fight with the officials of Dali Temple.

Under the anger of the crowd, the tense nerves couldn't stand it anymore. One night, another Hanlin who was dragged up by Dali Temple slipped his mouth and said: "I don't know that he can't drink well—hiss."

Before Hanlin showed his expression, he was dragged to the lobby by Sizheng, who felt wrong. After several interrogations, he found out that Hanlin, the victim and the newcomer He Yongquan were both Jinshi for one year.

Except for He Yongquan who was once a minister and was demoted, these two Hanlins stayed in this Hanlin Academy year after year, their hair turned gray and their beards grew, and they had to waste their lives like this.

He also said that each of Xinke Yijia either had a family background, or had money in his family, and that he could not smell it. A small Hanlin, with no hair, yet became a prince and grand teacher, which is really ridiculous.

After all, the wine was over, and the three of them were composing poems again, and they quarreled for some reason. The Hanlin pushed him casually, and the Hanlin hit the wall and passed out.

Hanlin murmured: "Master He told me that someone died, and I was so frightened that I didn't know what to do, so I came up with a trick."

"I have been in the Imperial Academy for many years. Although I have no great talent, I have the ability to imitate calligraphy. When Lord Wen went to the palace, I entered his room, stole his jade pendant, and imitated my classmates' handwriting to write a few dissatisfied articles. , and hid it in the manuscript. And put the stolen jade pendant next to his corpse..."

Dali Temple Shaoqing's face was cold, no wonder all kinds of evidence pointed to Wen Bucheng, but Wen Bucheng had also talked with him, he was calm and reserved, not like an impulsive person, especially with such obvious evidence, it was more like framed.

but……

"You said, Mr. He told you that the victim was pushed to the wall to die by you?" he asked.

"Yes, my lord."

"Hmph." Dali Temple Shaoqing sneered, and the gavel tree was so startled that birds were singing in the middle of the night.

"Then you know, apart from the scar from hitting the wall on the victim's head, there was also a bruise from a smash. Someone hit him with a sharp object and killed him!"

"What?" Hanlin stared wide-eyed, lying on the ground, the disbelief in his eyes gradually turned into joy, "So, I didn't kill him? Am I innocent?"

innocent?

Shaoqing of Dali Temple threw down the sign and asked someone to take him down.

"Bring He Yongquan to the court."

"I'm innocent, I'm innocent hahaha—" Na Hanlin was dragged down by the officer's hand, faintly mad.

"My lord, please, my lord."

The official knocked on the door, but there was no movement in the house.

"My lord?"

The officials looked at each other, pushed open the door, and saw He Yongquan lying on the table, seemingly sound asleep.

The officer tiptoed over and patted He Yongquan lightly.

"boom."

The stiff body fell to the ground, and it was unknown how long it had been dead.

A gust of cold wind blew, blowing up the white paper on the table, on which was written crookedly in red blood - "The prince has no virtue".

"Sir, it's not good!"

"Ah-ah-"

Black crows fly across the night sky.

If you can't smell it, stuff the sack under the bed and clap your hands.

"Where do I sleep?" Wen Bucheng frowned.

"Hey, bro, you're going to be there soon, this couch is big and spacious enough for you to sleep in." If you can't smell it, you pat the wooden couch, which is only arm-wide.

"Hurry up and sleep, tomorrow is your battlefield."

There was a shadow in his eyes that could not smell clear, he lowered his head, and blew out the candle on the table.

……

"Come on, Liu's new tomato hot pot, enjoy the deliciousness, you have never felt like this before." Liu's guy held up an iron horn and shouted towards the busy street.

"Stop yelling, they all went to the teahouse to listen to books, saying that something serious happened to the court, and someone wanted to harm the prince." Another guy said.

Liu's buddy clicked his tongue, smashed his thigh with the trumpet, and turned his head, "What are you waiting for, go find Mr. Storyteller!"

"Come on, Liu's new tomato hot pot, paired with new things in the capital, will bring you a double experience, a feeling you have never had before!"

If you can't smell it, you sit on the railing on the second floor, and there are dried fruits and boiled peanuts on the table.He waved to Liu Jin.

There was a hint of doubt on Liu Jin's face, she walked over with a smile, and grabbed her hand and pulled her into her arms before she opened her mouth.

"Oh, it's from a lot of people!" Liu Jin's ears were covered in pink, and she lay on her body.

The guy from the Liu family smiled and closed the curtain.

There is a small world left in the whole world.

Liu Jin pressed her face against Wen Bujiu's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.

In the middle of the first floor, the rockery was removed and replaced with a platform. The storyteller sat on the stool, and he opened his mouth to see the wind and rain.

"...The traitor is trying to discredit the current prince and grand teacher, and to attack the prince's power by using his master's guilt to sit on the prince's seat. Everyone knows that on the day the current prince was born, auspiciousness descended from the sky, golden light filled the sky, and white lotuses bloomed in Chang'an."

"It coincided with the drought in the south, and it rained suddenly on the birthday of the crown prince. It lasted three days at once, and a severe drought was resolved. In the Northwest War, Marquis Dingguo led the army to victory. Folks often call the crown prince Fuzi."

"Yo." He raised his eyebrows when he heard it, and rubbed Liu Jin's hand, "Jin Jiner's hand has been held by Fuzi more times than her husband's. I have to rub my blessings."

Liu Jin grabbed his hand and pressed it to Wen Bujiu's face, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up, "No way, I obviously hold hands with my husband the most."

If he can't smell it, he turns sideways, gently smiles at Liu Jin's hand.

In the audience, the storyteller was righteous and angry, "What purpose do these people think we don't know! Fortunately, Daomo is one foot tall and Dao is ten feet tall. The murderer who killed Hanlin was caught by Dali Temple. He was a newcomer to Hanlin Academy. According to the attendant, He Yongquan, the Minister of the Household Department not long ago! And he committed suicide by taking poison that night!"

"what?"

"He committed suicide? Who is going to kill the prince?"

"There is also the prince and grand teacher. He Yongquan couldn't be the one who hated the prince because he lost his official position, right? I heard that it was because his son bought a murderer's horse."

"Your news is out of date. The person whose son bought the key is the champion of the new department, the current prince and grand teacher."

"Excuse!"

"It seems that He Yongquan has jealousy and hatred in his heart, so why, I think, what is discrediting the prince is that he can't be a minister, and he has hatred in his heart."

Listeners chatter, you yell at me.

The storyteller on the stage took his time and took a sip of the tea.

"Stop drinking, tell me quickly, and then?"

The storyteller said with a smile: "I said they want to kill the prince, and I have my own reasons."

"What's the point?" the people below asked anxiously.

The storyteller took another sip of tea, as if the cup stuck to his hand and couldn't get it out.

When the listener sees it, he understands it.Quickly untied the purse and threw the copper plate up.

The "crash" copper plate was like rain. In the yellow rain, huge silver ingots fell from the sky and embedded in the wooden board. The silver ingots turned into silver dollar cakes.

The corner of the storyteller's eyes twitched, and he thought that this would be life-threatening, and quickly sat up straight, saying: "Fortunately, the heavens have eyes, so it turns out that He Yongquan didn't commit suicide by taking poison, but was forced to feed the poison into his mouth by hands and feet! "

"He was sent to Dali Temple by a martyr who fell from the sky and refused to give his name!"

On the second floor, if you can't smell it, you turn your head, and gently rub the tip of your nose against Liu Jin's temples.

Liu Jin lay on Wen Bujiu's body, sniffing his clean breath, listening to the noise downstairs, closed her eyes, and felt drowsy.

In the court hall, Wen Bucheng cooperated with Dali Temple to investigate all the way, and finally found that the assassin was from a third-rank official.

However, the official was very cooperative and confessed his crimes in detail, saying that he only felt that the prince was stupid and could not be an emperor.

Yuan Yu knew this, and he was sullen for a while, but he studied more seriously than before.

Once the case was over, both Dali Temple and Wen Bucheng were commended for their meritorious service in solving the case, but Wen Bucheng was transferred from the Imperial Academy to the Ministry of War and concurrently served as the prince and grand teacher.