Startled Meng

This night, there were many people in Ye City who couldn't sleep at night.

In the study of the prime minister's mansion, the teacup fell to the ground and shattered.

The little slave outside the door trembled: "This is already the third cup, what made the prime minister so angry?"

The butler stood behind him with his hands behind his back and coughed. The little slave was so frightened that he fell to his knees and begged for mercy.

The butler scolded in a low voice: "Be careful with your tongue! Go, don't come near the study if you have nothing to do!"

In the study, Wei Cheng was spread out in the armchair with his eyes closed, his chest was heaving and unsteady, and the buttress he was holding with both hands seemed to be breaking.

On the desk in front of him was a letter, which recorded in detail all the big and small things that Zheng Lang had done for Wei Cheng in private over the years. The first one was to make fake letters to frame Meng Xiao as collaborators.

Hei Ying knocked on the door and came in, sweating profusely: "Master Xiang, the subordinates have sent word that it has been dealt with cleanly."

Seeing that Wei Cheng hadn't lost his temper, Hei Ying had no choice but to be master and servant, and scolded Zheng Lang for being inconsistent: "Thanks to the wise Xiangye, he asked Mr. Yang to sort through all the letters in Zheng Lang's study, and only then did he find something wrong. Asking about his background, recommending him as a minister and minister all the way, he didn't know what to do, and hid a stabbing knife behind his back!"

He also persuaded: "Zheng Lang should also think more about Xiangye, how difficult it is to rescue him from prison at the cusp of this crisis, he should not threaten and urge him, let alone act like this in private, it will inevitably make Xiangye feel cold when he sees it."

Trying to persuade Wei Cheng, who couldn't get angry, Hei Ying was afraid that he would be implicated, so he had to divert Wei Cheng's attention with other things.

"Master, the dead body sent to silence Zheng Lang reported back. At that time, there was a person standing outside Zheng Lang's prison door."

On the other hand, Bi Mansion is not peaceful.

Bi Zhixing received an unexpected guest in his room.

This person came to visit late at night wearing night clothes, just to deceive others, because his identity could easily lead to misfortune.

Bi Zhixing has been in the court for several years, and has seen many storms and waves, but he had to drop the book in his hand when this person entered the house.

"You are Xia..."

Xia Changying helped him pick up the book: "Your Majesty Bi, you are safe." Even though he was a guest, he took the initiative to close the window and bolt the door. After this impolite behavior was over, he knelt down on his knees. :

"Long time no see, the late Xia Changying has something to ask."

A short stick of incense is not enough time to catch up on the past, and the vicissitudes of the past ten years cannot be sorted out in a short period of time. Xia Changying left after clarifying the matter, leaving only Bi Zhixing facing the open door, thinking about the past. Old things sighed and sighed.

The neighing insects outside the window interrupted Bi Zhixing's thoughts, and the cold wind hit people in the middle of the night. Bi Zhixing was too old to stand the blow for a long time, so he got up and closed the door to go to bed.

Suddenly a gust of wind hit his face, and Bi Zhixing's eyes went dark, he held his chest and took a step back, he was relieved to see the face of the person against the light, and cursed: "It's too early to go to burn incense for your parents, this hour is a bit late. Tortured."

Yu Fang knew that he couldn't care less about wiping away the fine sweat from his temples, and said anxiously: "Xing Ye is visiting, Jing Yuan has something to ask for!"

Asking for something again?How did it all come together?Bi Zhixing asked: "What's the matter, let's talk?"

Yu Fangzhi made a bow: "I want to ask Master Bi to save the servant of the household department who was imprisoned for leaking questions in the imperial examination, Yan Cijing."

Bi Zhixing let out a "cough".

Yu Fang didn't know if he agreed or disagreed, so he hurriedly said, "I've thought of a way, which can save him and prevent others from suspecting that Lord Bi is related to the case."

Bi Zhixing didn't hold back, and said, "Why is Yan Cijing again?" Coincidentally, isn't it?Just sent away one who came for Yan Cijing, and welcomed another one who came for Yan Cijing, who is this Yan Cijing?How to protect him?

Yu Fangzhi: "Huh?"

"It's nothing! Come in and talk about something." Bi Zhixing pulled him in to talk.

Yu Fangzhi noticed the steaming tea in Mrs. Bi's room, but he didn't think about it carefully. He didn't know that before him, someone had already obtained Bi Zhixing's consent, so his trip was in vain.

Bi Zhixing naturally wouldn't say anything else, nodded his head and agreed to Yu Fangzhi's idea, and seeing his sweaty body, he guessed that he was running around a lot tonight, so he couldn't help asking:

"The imperial examination case seems to be calm, but it is actually undercurrents. I know that you will definitely get involved in it for revenge. It's just that although you are very smart, the other party should not be underestimated. Be careful in everything."

Yu Fangzhi fully agreed, saying that he would be careful and forgot about it as soon as he left the Bi Mansion.This person has been walking on the tip of a knife all year round, relying on his strong martial arts to "do mischief", and at this time he was thrown into the prison of Dali Temple.

The lights in Dali Temple were brightly lit, people from the Ministry of Criminal Justice and Yushitai all came, and they all gathered in the front hall, following the assistant to examine Zheng Lang's body.

Yu Fangzhi, who was hiding in the dark, thought it was strange, and after the autopsy, how did the guards be driven out of the hall?

Could it be that something was heard?

However, just as Yu Fangzhi wanted, the guards in the hall are not strict, so it is easier for him to come and go.

Yu Fangzhi heard Yang Xun talking when he got closer.

"Master Fu, people died in your territory, I'm afraid it's hard to explain!"

Xu Wen also persuaded: "The murderer ran away without a trace, and he couldn't catch up with him. When the emperor asked..."

How did Fu Chun answer later, the language did not know whether he heard it, because he couldn't wait to go to the prison.

Whether Yan Cijing will be released from prison in the end is anyone's guess, but Bi Zhixing's consent cannot really guarantee that everything will be fine. Yu Fang Zhiben should not have informed Yan Cijing in advance.

But he just couldn't hold back, and wanted to reassure Yan Cijing.

Yan Cijing was lying on his side on the wooden board with his eyes closed to rest, and opened his eyes almost immediately when he heard the sound.

Yu Fangzhi saw that his eyes were clear, and knew that he was not asleep: "My lord, don't panic."

Yan Cijing didn't move, saw the movement of Yu Fangzhi's hands, and stopped him aloud: "Speak up if you have something to do, don't come in." The sound of the chains clashing outside the door stopped, and he said again, "Zheng Lang has an accident, the jailers are all around Outside his cell, no one came, no one heard what he wanted to say."

Yu Fang knew that he gave up, and through the iron rod, he smelled the smell of blood: "Is the wound open?"

Yan Cijing lifted the black cloak: "It's not me, it's Zheng Lang's."

Who cares about Zheng Lang at this time?Yu Fang knew: "You can't use your wounds in prison, and you will be out soon. When the time comes, ask the doctor to come and treat you well, so you won't be left with scars."

Yan Cijing's mood was very light: "Okay."

Yu Fangzhi asked: "My lord, don't you believe me? If you don't believe me, you can go out? I promised to help you, so I won't break my promise."

"Need not."

"what?"

Yan Cijing sat up with his arms propped up, folded the cloak covering his body, and the chain on his hand made a ringing sound, and he said softly, "Don't bother."

Yu Fang knew where he couldn't detect his deliberate alienation: "I wrote the leaked questions in the imperial examination. I voluntarily saved you from prison. You don't have to worry about it."

Yan Cijing's voice was very cold: "You have already helped me a lot with Zheng Lang's matter, so don't worry about the next thing."

These words were like pouring a basin of cold water on Yu Fangzhi, and the heat that had rushed all the way dissipated in an instant, and the prison door in front of him was so far away from the sky and the earth.

Yu Fangzhi couldn't help asking: "What are you thinking?"

Yan Cijing didn't answer, just sat quietly, with his back bent, and if he looked closely, he could see that the thin clothes were showing through his waist and abdomen, covered with bandage marks, and there was a blood-stained cloak on his legs.

He has not spoken all the time, with his head down, not caring that the moon outside the window casts a cold light on his deep face, let alone whether words can really save him out.

"Zheng Lang's death is just the beginning. If you think that after Zheng Lang's death, you can live in depression, and you shouldn't be in this big prison."

"No."

Yu Fang knew that he couldn't listen to his weak defense, so he firmly said: "If I say it can be saved, then it will definitely be saved."

Yu Fangzhi took two steps back, and the long shadow stretched straight into the prison, and the words of his words were clearly transmitted to the ears of the prisoner:

"Yan Cijing, I'll wait for you outside the prison."

The author says:

Yu Fangzhi: I reasonably suspect that Yan Cijing is addicted to prison.

(I still have to get out of prison! Otherwise, I can't talk about love.)