Just when Li Chongrun was knocked unconscious and taken away by someone from an unknown force, the Imperial City and Xianju Palace.
Nothing happened today, Chang Chao left early. However, His Majesty Wu Zetian had just returned to the Xianju Hall to prepare for daily chanting, when the voice of King Wei asking for an audience came over.
"My nephew has met my aunt." King Wei was a little fatter and had a beard. He looked even older than Wu Zetian, who still looked like a middle-aged woman.
"Chengsi. When I went to court today, I saw that you were restless, but what's bothering you?" Wu Zetian did not raise her head to look at him. She held a jade ruyi in her hand and pressed it gently against the incense ashes, as if she was preparing to burn incense.
"Zhou Xing, the minister of Qiuguan, came to report yesterday and said that Lijingmen had found some information these days, but the matter involved the blood of the Tian family and he did not dare to specialize in it, so he submitted it to his nephew." Seeing that Wu Zetian had no arrangements, King Wu Chengsi of Wei
After being given a seat, he knelt on the ground, trying very hard to look sincere, but his expression looked a little sad.
"But who did Wu Dan of the East Palace have contact with in private?" Wu Zetian asked disdainfully. "If he met some musicians, singers and other figures, let Zhou Xing make his own decision, and there is no need to take this
Are you doing anything to disturb me from chanting sutras?"
"This matter is probably related to Linzi King Li Chongrun." Wu Chengsi knelt forward two steps respectfully, took out a stack of letters and memorials from his sleeve, and carefully placed them in the corner of the incense table.
Shangguan Wan'er, who was waiting behind Wu Zetian with incense utensils, heard that it was related to Li Chongrun, her expression stiffened slightly, and then she returned to her gentle and pleasant appearance.
Wu Zetian raised her head and glanced at her nephew, but her expression was still as cold as ever. The jade Ruyi in her hand did not move at all, and she patted the ashes in the incense burner as flat as a mirror.
Seeing that Wu Zetian still had no reaction, Wu Chengsi added: "I heard from the great monk Liao Chen of Dabaoen Temple that a big star fell in the imperial city a few days ago. It was because of the Wenqu star that descended to earth. But this Wenqu star
, is also related to King Linzi."
This monk named Liao Chen always had a very high status in Wu Zetian's mind. The originally smooth movements of his hands were somewhat deformed, leaving a shallow mark on the incense ashes.
"The thief surnamed Lu who tempted the palace servants to assassinate the Holy Emperor left a suicide note. A servant found it when he was cleaning the cell a few days ago and also submitted it. However, it is also related to King Linzi."
"Is there such a thing?" Wu Zetian seemed to be a little interested. He put down the Ruyi in his hand and picked up the memorial that King Wei had placed on the top of the incense table. The memorial was not thick and there were faint traces of blood on it.
The words "Zhou Xing Qibi" were written very wantonly. Shangguan Wan'er just glanced at it from a distance and could feel a strong feeling of anger coming from the cover.
"What a good boy you taught!" Wu Zetian looked quickly, but the expression on her face became more and more angry. I don't know what she saw, but it seemed to stimulate the Supreme Being, and she threw the memorial directly to Shangguan Wan'er.
go.
Perhaps because he was too angry, he waved his hands a little too loudly, and with the wave of his long robe sleeves, he picked up the incense knife on the incense table and flew towards Shangguan Wan'er.
Unexpectedly, Shangguan Wan'er didn't even try to hide, and let the memorial and the incense knife hit her face. The incense knife was not big, but it was very sharp, and it penetrated deeply into Shangguan Wan'er's eyebrows. Shangguan Wan'er
Wan'er didn't dare to reach out and pull it out, so she let the fragrant knife pierce her face like this. A line of bright red blood slowly flowed down from the center of her eyebrows, dripping onto the memorial written by Zhou Xing, drop by drop.
Like plum blossoms.
Under the plum blossoms, there are evidences written by Zhou Xing to falsely accuse Li Chongrun. One by one, every word is filled with tears and blood. It’s just that such sincerity is so sincere that Shangguan Wan’er’s blood is like plum blossoms.
Once it was reflected, it revealed a strong sense of staleness and falsehood.
"You beat an official of the imperial court, and you said you were beating the Wu family's dog? And you still claim to be Cao Cao, who only comes out every 500 years? Are you colluding with the Lu family to plot evil?" Wu Zetian looked at Shangguan Wan'er who was kneeling on the ground motionless, and saw that she didn't argue.
He became even more angry, "I gave you a talented man, but you taught me such a dandy?"
"It was my daughter who made the decision to beat Zhou Xing." Princess Taiping's voice came from behind the curtain, "My nephew is the most protective of his shortcomings. He heard that his cousin was bullied by Zhou Xing, so he asked me to borrow some.
I personally went to give him a beating. The same goes for Zhou Xing, who can do things like snatching women from children, so it’s no wonder he was beaten by a child."
Princess Taiping approached Wu Zetian with a smile on her face, "It's just that my stupid son was robbed and the woman didn't dare to complain in front of me. She only dared to tell her cousin secretly that Zhou Xing was bullied this time and instead came to him like a child.
It’s really unbearable for adults to make the decision.”
When Wu Zetian heard this, his expression became more relaxed, but he was still a little angry, "Then what's the matter with claiming to be Cao Cao?"
"There are many testimonies on this matter here, and I heard the King of Linzi himself admitting it on several occasions. The matter of Wenquxing was personally told to his nephew by Monk Liaochen of Dabaoen Temple, and there is also a memorial written by Monk Liaochen himself to prove it.
"
"Song Zhiwen, a doctor of the Imperial Academy, also heard with his own ears that the King of Linzi colluded with his accomplice Chen Zi'ang to buy afurong from Fan Yanglu's family and sell it to Prince Zhenla, causing him to be poisoned to death. Dr. Song's testimony was also presented on this matter.
I hope your Majesty will learn from this!"
King Wei, who mentioned Li Chongrun's crimes several times in succession, seemed a little anxious. He was panting quickly and his plump chest was heaving.
"Then is Junchen still working in Lijingmen?" Wu Zetian turned to ask Princess Taiping, her eyes no longer staring at Shangguan Wan'er, "Send someone to talk to him and let him ask both sides clearly.
Who is lying?"
When he heard that Junchen was going to be sent to check, King Wei's expression was obviously not as nervous as before. Since Zhou Xing was promoted to the position of Minister of Qiuguan, also known as the Minister of Punishment, most of the torture and confession matters at Lijingmen were handed over to Lai Junchen.
Responsible. And the Lijingmen was originally under King Wei's tent, so Lai Junchen was actually a member of King Wei.
When Shangguan Wan'er heard that Wu Zetian was going to arrange for another cruel official to check, her face was no longer as gentle and gentle as before. She pursed her thin lips, as if she had made some determination, and was about to take something out of her sleeve.
Speaking of Li Chongrun, after being attacked and fainted, when Li Chongrun opened his eyes again, he had been tied up in a very shameful position, hanging upside down. But he didn't know how long he had been hung, and his face felt
There was some congestion on my face, and there was some sound of bees flying in my ears.
The surroundings were very dark, and the sky couldn't be seen. There was a strong rotten smell surrounding him, which was very strong. It should be a basement or a prison or something like that.
A very hot stove was burning brightly in the corner, with a few iron picks and the like stuck in it, making some beep-beep-beep sounds.
Faintly hearing some angry yelling, Li Chongrun carefully identified it, and it seemed to be Chen Ziang's voice.
"My young prince, you never expected that we would meet again."
A face as red and swollen as a pig's head floated upside down towards Li Chongrun. Listening to the voice, it seemed to be Zhou Xing's arrogant drake voice.