"They entered the Zhenwuhou Mansion!"

"Do you still remember what happened at the East Gate six days ago?"

"Why don't you remember that someone committed a murder in the street, and the Dongmen military men rode on horseback to chop them, with their heads like melons and gourds, and they rolled all over the street!"

"The noble family has many grievances and grievances, and their flesh and bones often harm themselves!"

In front of the gate of Zhenwu Hou Mansion, more and more people gathered. Seeing the two young men supporting each other and the maid carrying them into the Hou Mansion on a stretcher, everyone pointed and pointed, and the noise became louder and louder.

"Master Li, Master Xuanxin, the Marquis has asked you to go to the reception room!"

Jiang Li had just stepped through the gate of the Hou Mansion, and the manager Qiu Tianhai had been waiting for him for a long time.

"I'm about to go find my father, please ask Mr. Qiu to lead the way!"

Jiang Li nodded, his expression unchanged. When Jiang Xuanxin next to him heard the word "Hou Ye", his originally pale face turned a little lighter.

Chuchu's little fists were clenched tightly, and her palms were covered with sweat. She looked worriedly at Jiang Li who was walking in front, with tears rolling in her eyes.

All the servants in the Marquis Mansion know that what Marquis Zhenwu dislikes the most is the young master.

Can the Marquis really uphold justice for the young master?

The three of them followed Qiu Tianhai and arrived at a majestic building after a while.

Deep in the lobby, there is a middle-aged man sitting in a golden python robe and a purple gold crown. His hair is as black as ink, and his big hands are pressed on the armrests of the wide chair. He has a feeling of great power and endless power.

Majestic and divine, no one can be disobeyed.

It’s like the five mountains must bow their heads and surrender before him.

Seeing Jiang Li and Jiang Xuanxin walking in, Jiang Shirong's long and narrow eyes were filled with light, and an unprecedented sense of oppression immediately pressed on their hearts.

"Jiang Li, you idiot with no rules, you have some evil intentions to bring criticism to my Zhenwuhou Mansion!"

A vicious and mean shrill voice came from the top position. Next to Jiang Shirong, the Marquis of Zhenwu, sat two graceful middle-aged women.

One of them is wearing a princess red knitted gold begonia flower skirt, with tall temples, a peacock flying hairpin, tall willow eyebrows, slightly raised cheekbones, and a frosty feeling. He is the eldest lady of the Hou Mansion, He Loushi.

It was another middle-aged woman who spoke.

She was wearing a jade-colored gold-embroidered orchid gauze shirt, with fair complexion and soft facial contours, but for some reason, when she spoke at this time, she had a sinister face with sharp teeth.

"Ning, Mr. Marquis hasn't spoken yet, but you still have rules in your eyes!" He Lou frowned slightly and spoke coldly.

"Master Hou, sister, I'm just angry for a moment. It's really unfortunate for our family to have such an evil son like Jiang Li who ruins the family tradition!"

The second lady Ning quickly laughed, but her phoenix eyes glared at the two young men in the center of the hall with great hatred.

"Meet Father!"

Jiang Li and Jiang Xuanyao took a step forward and saluted at the same time.

Chuchu didn't come in. She was of low status and could only wait outside the door.

"Jiang Li, this is a poem you wrote!"

Jiang Shirong looked at his two sons expressionlessly. His eyes were as deep as the sea, and no one knew what he was thinking.

With a flick of his finger, a page of paper flew lightly and landed on the carpet in front of Jiang Li.

"I wrote the poem!" Jiang Li nodded.

"Bastard, what do you want to do by spreading such gossiping poetry along the streets? Are you dissatisfied with me for not allowing you to visit the Confucian Temple? Do you want to destroy my reputation in front of the Holy Father and the people?"

Jiang Shirong's tone was calm, but cold.

"Father, Jiang Li is just telling the truth. Six days ago, Xuanxin and I went to worship outside the city, but we were attacked by bandits. There were even monks who transformed into evil creatures and crows to chase us all the way. I thought we would be peaceful after entering the city, but I never thought

The servants in the Hou Mansion were also very vicious, pretending to be my father, and surrounded and intercepted us..."

Jiang Li spoke in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, but he never raised his head to look at Jiang Shirong from beginning to end.

"Our country is peaceful and peaceful, the people do not pick up things on the road and do not close their houses at night. Shengjing is the capital of the country, how can there be bandits running rampant and committing crimes!"

Jiang Shirong frowned slightly, and the air in the hall immediately became cold, and everyone felt their breath tightening.

"Even if what you say is true, you are just a wicked person with evil intentions. Go to the government office to report it to the official, and there will be an official who will uphold justice for you. As for being angry and hurting the owner, it is just your imagination. You are talking nonsense and stirring up public opinion.

, what is the purpose of pouring sewage on your brothers?" Jiang Shirong asked.

"I have evidence. Is it me who is stirring up trouble and framed my brother, or is it my brother who has evil intentions and wants to kill them all? My father will know once he investigates!"

Jiang Li said respectfully: "The servants of the Hou Mansion who were chasing me that day were all brought to the Hou Mansion, and there was also a hired bandit on the accompanying carriage!"

"Enough!"

Jiang Shirong slapped his big hand on the armrest of the big chair, making a dull sound. He scolded in a cold voice: "Zuo is just a trivial matter. It's worth a lot of effort. No matter what the result is, it seems that our Zhenwuhou Mansion has lost its rules and broken the door style.

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"Since your lives are not in danger, please retreat! Jiang Li, I think this is the first time you have committed a crime, so I will record it this time. If you do it again, you will not be forgiven. As for the public opinion storm you caused in Shengjing City, I will send a message to you."

Calm down the people!"

"Father!"

Jiang Li was expelled by his father and remained unmoved. He slowly raised his head and looked at the majestic and powerful yet extremely unfamiliar minister of the Zhou Dynasty in front of him. He cupped his hands and said: "You are a master of Neo-Confucianism. You should know how to learn by studying things, whether studying or solving cases.

We must face the truth and pursue principles and laws. Everything in the world has its own principles, so how can we just ignore them all?"

"Study things to gain knowledge!"

Jiang Shirong's eyes moved slightly, and a strange light suddenly appeared.

He was a master of world philosophy at that time, and advocated the preservation of natural principles and the elimination of human desires, the three cardinal principles and five constant principles, and the principles of each principle. He felt that Jiang Li's sentence "Studying things to gain knowledge" was concise and concise, down to the essence, and contained many principles worth thinking about, which greatly touched him.<

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"Father, when analyzing principles, there should be no mistakes in the slightest, and when dealing with things, there should be no mistakes that are too much or too little!"

Jiang Li suddenly took a step forward, strode towards Jiang Shirong who was sitting at his head, and said loudly: "The so-called gentleman does not cover himself with any selfish thoughts, and does not burden himself with any selfish desires. When he is born in the world, he should be upright and upright, and his principles should be clear.

With a clear conscience, my father, as a great man of the world and a scholar of philosophy, should distinguish between right and wrong and uphold justice.

"If it is proven that Jiang Li has slandered his brother and wants to beat or kill him, Jiang Li will not hesitate. But there are really people in the house who do not care about the brotherhood. I believe that my father will never show favoritism for personal gain!"

Jiang Liyan spoke with certainty and confidence. Although he was small, there was an aura rising in him.

"Little beast, you are so brave, you actually forced your own father to use reason!" The second lady, Ning, stood up and scolded Jiang Li angrily.

Jiang Shirong was a master of Neo-Confucianism at that time, a figure with a strong literary heart that could not be shaken.

Jiang Li was reasonable and well-founded, and his words were completely reasonable and moral. Jiang Shirong had no choice but to comply if he wanted to keep his literary spirit alive.

How could the Ning family watch the truth be completely revealed!

"What do you mean by Madam Second's words?" Jiang Li said with a smile: "Do you think that your father is just trying to gain fame and reputation, and is a duplicitous person who does not truly uphold the truth?"

"Little beast, when did I say such a thing? You have sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, so don't spit on others!"

Ning's expression changed suddenly. She looked at Jiang Shirong and found that the Marquis's expression had also turned cold at this time.

Ning was anxious, but she didn't dare to speak anymore.

"Jiang Li, your book is not in vain!"

Jiang Shirong looked at the concubine in front of him again. His body straightened slightly and he leaned forward. The array of swords and guns in his eyes circulated, but finally subsided.

"Okay, I'll give you a chance!"

Jiang Shirong suddenly smiled: "However, how can the verbal testimony of bandits, slaves, etc. be trusted? If you bring it to the hall for me to interrogate, you will also lose my identity. If you can provide other evidence, I will believe you for once!"

"Father, Xuan Xin can testify!" Jiang Lidao.

"Oh?"

Jiang Shirong was startled and looked at Jiang Xuanxin with a solemn tone: "Xuanxin, are Jiang Li's words true?"

"Father..."

Jiang Xuanxin felt the gaze of Marquis Zhenwu, and the fear and awe that had been rooted in his heart for more than ten years suddenly rushed into his heart, drowning him like a tide.
Chapter completed!