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Fearing that the other party still has grudges, Ma He added: "The establishment of the eldest son of the emperor is conducive to the stability of the dynasty."

Wen Yunting shook his head and smiled, not knowing who he was laughing at.

Wen and Ma families had been intimate for many years, but he didn't believe that the Ma family didn't know. The most hated Wu Shiling in the Wen family was Wu Shiling. This hatred was unsolvable.

"Brother Wen, Empress Xian took the risk to save you..."

"My life was saved by the Imperial Concubine." Wen Yunting interrupted him directly, glanced at him again, and suddenly said: "I really don't believe what you are now targeting the Imperial Concubine. I am the same as the boy Mu Ai who wrote three poems a day and asked me to give it to my sister Yin."

Ma He's face changed, he looked around and whispered anxiously: "Brother Wen is careful!"

He has been immersed in the officialdom for a long time and has long worn out his youthful nature. Now he is sleek and sophisticated, and he has no urge to be young. Moreover, he has already gotten married and had children, and he has rarely thought about his thoughts when he was young.

"Brother Wen, don't harm me. You know, I have just been transferred back to the capital."

Ma He smiled bitterly. The emperor was so jealous. Shortly after he brought the imperial concubine into the palace, he directly sent him to a remote village to become a small county magistrate. He ate sand for five years in a remote place where birds do not shit. He finally returned to the capital last year, but he didn't want to send him away from the capital because the emperor in the deep palace heard a few more idle words.

Wen Yunting did not continue this topic, but said, "Don't come to our door again in the future. Now I am a cripple-faced person and my legs are lame. I am a useless person. I really can't play any major role. Besides, Ma Ge Lao is becoming more and more prestige. With him, the civil officials will have the Dinghai Sword Needle."

Before the order to expel the guests, Wen Yunting said again: "So, you oppose the abolition of the queen and the new establishment of the imperial concubine, and the rise of the throne, for the sake of justice, and for the sake of power and plot, I think you know it yourself."

Ma He was silent and sighed for a long time: "Brother Wen thought that his father and they insisted on targeting the imperial concubine, then you would be wrong. In the 13th year of Yuanping, the emperor was hunting outside. The imperial concubine was in a critical situation and he was desperate. Wenyuan Pavilion asked for a military order. It was his father who took the lead in criticizing the imperial concubine. So it was not entirely true that his father and they insisted on knowing that the imperial concubine was dead."

After saying that, he bowed and said goodbye and left.

At this moment, in the Qinzheng Hall, on the imperial throne carved with the dragon head, the emperor leaned against the back seat and pointed at the handrail.

He was thinking about something that might poke the lung tube of the civil minister.

This thought flashed through the imperial concubine's laughter that day, but was then suppressed by him. When the censor of the morning court attacked the imperial concubine with a righteousness, this thought flashed through his mind again.

The magnificent hall was very quiet. The people waiting to stand were silent. Only the sound of fingers that were knocking clearly in the hall.

After a long time, the man on the imperial throne turned his head and looked at him, "You have also read the classics and history well, so why not talk about it? What will the impact of refuting old cases and revising historical facts on the current dynasty."

Xu Shiheng calmed down for a moment and said, "There is inevitable turmoil, but the specific scope of the impact depends on what case it is, and whether the emperor in power in power is arbitrary."

The finger knock stopped, and for a while, the emperor's deep and powerful voice penetrated the silent hall.

"What if it was the ninth year of Yuanping in this dynasty, what if the case of the imperial concubine? What should I do?"

Xu Shiheng knelt down: "I dare not speak nonsense."

The Lord ordered: "It's okay to say that you are not guilty, I will not punish you."

Xu Shiheng stared at the floor tiles of Qinzheng Hall, his voice as usual: "I wonder if the Lord has heard that the outside world views the twelve civil officials who were willing to die in order to persuade the Lord? They called them the twelve gentlemen."

The emperor closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "Continue to speak."

"Civil officials often show their character with integrity and are not afraid of death to show their literary character. They seem to be righteous and not afraid of life and death, but in fact they just want to show their reputation by beating the king. Just like the twelve civil officials, they achieve their reputation by stepping on the reputation of the king. In the end, they successfully wrote themselves into history with their lives as a medium, but left their unbearable reputation to the royal family."

Xu Shiheng felt the sharp gaze suddenly coming from his head, lowered his eyes and continued, "There are pros and cons to refute old cases. I personally think that the pros and cons are more pros and cons. If you can revise historical facts and mistakes, it will not only effectively curb the civil servants' style of selling straightforwardness, but also regain the reputation of the emperor and the imperial concubine, so as not to call the number of future generations who do not understand the truth."

"You speak boldly."

"The slaves will only report to the truth in front of the saint, and dare not hide the slightest."

The emperor raised his eyes lightly: "Look at you that you seem to be dissatisfied with civil officials, but you have a grudge against them?"

Xu Shiheng looked at the ground: "The slaves have no grudges with them, they are just different things and do not make plans."

The emperor no longer asked. The Sili Superintendent and the civil officials have been looking down on each other for a long time, and he knew very well in his heart. The checks and balances between the two parties were exactly what he wanted.

His thoughts were once again affected by the imperial concubine case.

I couldn't help but remember the situation when the case was decided. At that time, he had just taken power and was worried both inside and outside. He had to make a quick decision to ensure that the court stabilized quickly, so he compromised with the civil servants.

But this matter was always a thorn in his heart.

Especially when the imperial concubine smiled lightly and said about her own reputation, he was even more uneasy by the fine thorns. He actually felt ashamed of owing a lot to the imperial concubine, so over the years he indulged her and wanted to compensate her.

Twelve gentlemen? His eyes were sneered. He even wanted to refute the case of being a twelve flattery.

However, in that case, you must offend most of the civil officials in the court.

"Does the Chinese civil servants in the court have all their strength? Do you have to rely on military officers who are not knowledgeable about literature and art to govern the world?"

The emperor held his forehead and laughed a few times, and Xu Shiheng's hand hanging beside him couldn't help but tighten.

"I just heard that the former official of Mr. Wang Su's disciple had just given him a Yangzhou thin horse." Xu Shiheng said, "The emperor clearly observed that the slave did not want to slander them in front of the imperial court, but just couldn't stand their hypocritical behavior."

The emperor was silent for a long time and suddenly smiled: "How did Su Dongpo read a poem? It seemed to be 'Eighteen Bride Eighty Robe, with pale hair and red makeup', right? Haha, Wang Su was not afraid of not being able to get up."

At the end of the day, his face was cold.

Xu Shiheng no longer said that the emperor in front of him was deeply thoughtful and no one could guess his specific thoughts.

After the emperor approved the memorial, he called Feng Bao and asked casually where the imperial concubine was.

"Return to the emperor, the empress is in the imperial garden."

"Oh? Go again?"

He subconsciously looked up at the outside of the hall and smiled sincerely: "This is the third time she has gone back?"

Feng Bao replied that yes.

"Take memorials with me and go to the Imperial Garden to check it out."

The emperor said, and stood up, stood up and strode towards the outside of the hall.

The Royal Imperial Garden is a great horse.

It is indeed amazing when the horse stepped on the falling flowers and galloped like a flying light like an arrow, but in the eyes of the people who came, she felt frightened. Her speed was more than just fast!

The emperor's face was not good-looking, so he winked and asked people to stop him quickly.

Xu Shiheng looked at the woman galloping in the field from a distance, and his hands holding the sack couldn't help but tighten.

Wen Yin was stopped and stopped the horse. When she dismounted, she saw a tall and bright yellow figure marching from a distance. But when he approached, he saw that his eyes were dark and rarely looked like a thin and angry face.

He stopped two steps closer to her and quickly looked at her from top to bottom.

"Have you ever thought about the consequences of a fall and falling down?"

"Why, I..."

"How did you serve?" He suddenly turned to the servant next to him, his eyes were cold: "I asked you to serve the imperial concubine very much, so how did you serve me?"

Wu Jiang knelt down and kowtowed: "Sister should die, slave should die..."

Wen Yin came to her senses and said, "It's not his business, it's my whim. Please don't blame him."

If Zhu Jingwang hadn't heard of it, he waved his hand and signaled the person to drag it out.

Wen Yin's face turned pale, and she subconsciously grabbed his forearm: "Master!"

Zhu Jing lowered his eyes and swept over her tightly tight hand, with a slightly relaxed expression on his face. He held her hand with the flow and pulled her towards the Huangluo umbrella not far away.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to beat him to death, I just asked him to kneel down on the side of the Tao, and a small punishment and great commandment."

Wen Yin's frown was relaxed and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Under the yellow umbrella, a servant held a stack of memorials and stood silently.

When Wen Yin was taken over by Zhu Jing, she faced the man in front of him. She was used to suppressing and enduring in recent years, so she did not make suspicious acts of losing her composure.

She came to the umbrella with almost expressionless face and took the hot tea handed over by Feng Bao.

"Are you just scared?" Zhu Jing put the back of his hand on her cheek. Seeing that her face was still white, he frowned: "Why is it so cold."

Wen Yin held the tea bowl and lowered her head and took a sip, and said with a forced smile: "The Lord knows that I can't see this."

Zhu Jing felt soft and calmed down: "It's my fault, I won't do it in the future."

As he said that, he held her beautiful face with both hands, and stroked the fine sweat from the abdomen of her palm inch by inch. But at this moment, Yu Wenyin was suffering in a strange way. She felt that even the air around her was burning and suffocating at this moment. She really couldn't stay for a minute or a second.

"Master, I see there are targets in the field. I wonder if I can shoot arrows?"

Zhu Jing raised his eyes and was surprised: "The imperial concubine can still know how to archery?"

"A little more, I learned it back then."

Seeing her slender eyelashes tremble like butterflies, Zhu Jing thought that she was so thin that she was uncomfortable because she was so thin that she appeared in front of you, so she chuckled twice.

"Go." He smiled, and when she got up, she called her again, took off the jade ring on his index finger, "Wear this, otherwise the bowstring will have to wear out the fine flesh of your fingers."

Pulling her hand, he put the jade ring that still had warm to her thumb.

In the field, the sound of arrows breaking through the air sounded from time to time.

During the break when Zhu Jing reviewed the memorials, he occasionally looked up at her, but often he would lose his mind for a long time after looking at her.

The woman who was shooting an arrow in the distance was so focused on a different spirit, which attracted people's hearts.

The spring sunshine shone through the light from behind her, making her every move seem covered with a subtle halo, beautiful and illusory, and fragile.

Another sound of breaking through the air sounded. He looked closely and immediately took a look at it was Jiuhuan and cheered her.

Later, when he saw her shooting arrows alone in the field, he was afraid that she would be bored, so he looked around for a while.

The outermost part was the big inner guard. He could not have arranged for them to go to the inner court to train, so he looked in the circle of eunuchs for a week. Finally, he settled on the man holding the memorial next to him.
To be continued...