At midnight, the door creaked open, and a gust of cold wind blew in.
Fang Yun was startled and suddenly raised his head, only to see a familiar voice coming through the door.
"So it's you, what? Haven't you gone to see Princess Qingchang yet?" Fang Yun glanced at it, then lowered his head.
Princess Gushe did not answer. She stared at Fang Yun, her eyes moving as if seeing him for the first time. After hesitating for a while, Princess Gushe said:
"You...really sued him to Dali Temple?"
Fang Yun shook his head and flicked a document from the information at hand: "Read it for yourself."
Princess Gushe took the document into her hand with a move of her hand. Looking down, she saw three big seals clearly stamped on the yellow document, namely Dali Temple, the Ministry of Punishment, and the Metropolitan Procuratorate. Here
On the three large seals, there is also a vermilion Great Zhou seal with the words "Shou Yongchang".
There are also two lines of small words on the document: The memorial has been passed, and the Dali Temple, the Ministry of Punishment, and the Metropolitan Procuratorate are hereby ordered to review it together!
Even though Princess Gushe was arrogant, she was secretly frightened when she saw these lines. This palm-sized document represents the most powerful Confucian force in the Confucianism of the Zhou Dynasty. No one dares to despise this small document.
The weight of a thin volume of documents.
Princess Gushe took a look and saw Fang Yun flipping through the documents under the light. Princess Gushe hesitated to speak, stood in the room for a while, and then quietly left.
One night passed quickly.
In the early morning, a group of figures appeared at the door of Sifanghou Mansion.
"According to the orders of Mr. Zhang, the Minister of Dali Temple, Mr. Li of the Criminal Department, and Mr. Liu of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, I have come to invite Mr. Fang Yunfang to go to Dali Temple and cooperate with the three halls for the trial!"
The door opened and Fang Yun pushed it open and walked out with a calm and calm expression.
"Thank you, sir."
"Sir, please."
After Fang Yun sat in the sedan, a group of figures carried the sedan to Dali Temple. The whole process was eerily quiet. More than twenty government officials in soap clothes looked solemn and said nothing.
To the southwest of Beijing, Dali Temple has a strict atmosphere.
On both sides of the Dali Temple, officers in bright clothes and holding staffs were arrayed in formation from the three departments of Dali Temple, the Ministry of Punishment, and the Imperial Procuratorate.
Above the lobby, three chief officials are sitting, wearing uniform crowns and court uniforms.
On the left, Zhang Muqing, the minister of Dali Temple, is sitting upright and has an upright temperament. In the middle, Li Juzheng, the official of the Ministry of Punishment, has a clear face, a tall crown and a majestic temperament. On the right, Liu Shouzheng, the censor of the Imperial Academy, has a solemn expression, not angry but powerful.
"Fang Yun, a late student, has met three adults!"
Fang Yun walked in with his head held high, his expression calm, neither alarmed nor panicked, neither arrogant nor impetuous, showing an atmosphere that was rare for ordinary scholars.
"Well, under the orders of the three princes, the three halls will review the matter of canonizing the crown prince Shaobao Yang Hong as Wuhou. Yang Hong has not arrived yet, so please wait for a while."
Li Juzheng, the Secretary of the Ministry of Justice, has slightly white temples. Among the three officials, he is the oldest and has the highest official position. He is an official of the second rank.
"Yes, sir!"
These three men were upright officials and had high moral standards. Although they were not as good as the three men, they were quite respected by others. Fang Yun retreated to the right side and waited silently without saying a word.
There was a solemn atmosphere in Dali Temple, just waiting for Yang Hong to arrive.
Time passed silently, and until 2:00 p.m., the sun was shining brightly, and Yang Hong had not appeared yet.
"Huang Sizhi, have the documents of the three halls' joint trial been transmitted to the Yingwu Marquis Mansion?"
Yang Juzheng suddenly asked.
"My lord, the documents have been delivered." Downstairs, an official in green clothes came out and said.
"Sir!" At this moment, a Zaoyi government servant walked in: "The ceremonial formation to welcome Yingwu Marquis Yang Hong has returned."
"Is Yang Hong in the sedan?" Zhang Juzheng asked.
Zaoyi Yamen hesitated for a moment: "Sir, no!"
"absurd!"
The Minister of Dali Temple, the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, and the Censor all changed their expressions. Zhang Juzheng suddenly slapped the crowd and said, "Quit!" He immediately left behind the scenes with an extremely unhappy look on his face.
Zhang Muqing and Liu Shouzheng also looked ugly and followed in angrily.
On the first day of the three court hearings, Yang Hong was absent, leaving the three court officials to wait in Dali Temple for a whole morning! When the news came out, there was another sensation in the capital.
"Marquis Yingwu has such a big temper that he actually made three court officials wait all morning!"
"This is also reasonable. Marquis Wu's status is respected, equivalent to the first-rank official position in the imperial court. With three second-rank officials, there is no way that a first-rank military marquis will be tried. With the temperament of Yingwu Marquis, how can he go!"
"It doesn't matter that I have offended three adults this time. The problem is that this time, I have offended all the Confucian officials of the dynasty at the same time!"
"The civil and military divisions of the Great Zhou Dynasty were separated. If it hadn't been for this time, the three princes would not have been able to control Wuhou. It's strange that Yang Honghui was afraid of the Confucian ministers!"
…
There was a lot of discussion and opinions in the whole city. Marquis Yingwu said nothing and did nothing, but he did everything. Everyone felt the tyranny and domineeringness of the prince Shaobao.
Fang Yun closed his eyes and sat on the carriage, heading towards the Sifang Hou Mansion. The carriage was sent by Mrs. Huayang.
call!
A gust of wind blew by, and a figure appeared in the narrow carriage.
Princess Gushe sat opposite Fang Yun, staring at Fang Yun with a strange expression.
"What are you looking at?" Fang Yun said calmly.
"I've heard it all."
"What did you hear?"
"Ha, I'm still pretending. I was just about to go to the palace when I heard the news on the way. Yang Hong didn't arrive. Why, do you feel like you were slapped? Hey, although I don't like that Yang Hong either. But, you are so
Being rash is even more stupid." Princess Gushe said sarcastically.
"As a woman, what do you know?"
Fang Yun glanced at Princess Gushe indifferently, his eyes full of disdain.
"You! -" With the word "women," Princess Gushe was so angry that she flew into a rage. She stretched out her hand and put a sword across Fang Yun's neck: "Believe it or not, I will kill you right now!"
Fang Yun stretched out his hand and gently pushed Princess Gushe's sword away: "You are already in your twenties, and you still have the same experience as a fifteen-year-old like me. Don't you feel embarrassed?"
"you!--"
Fang Yun ignored the anger on Princess Gushe's face and thought to himself:
"In the Zhou Dynasty, the country was governed by etiquette and law. Even the prince who broke the law was guilty of the same crime as the common people. Yang Hong was just a Wuhou, so he had no right to put on airs. He just made a mistake by himself."
After saying that, Fang Yun half-mouthed and closed his eyes to rest.
Princess Gushe was thoughtful when she heard the words. After a moment, the wind blew, and Princess Gushe disappeared quietly again.
When the carriage arrived at the Sifang Marquis Mansion, the old butler Liang Uncle was waiting at the door with a solemn look on his face. When he saw Fang Yun coming down, he immediately hurried up to greet him.
"Young Master, I just got the news. The Minister of Dali Temple, the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, and the Censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate came to the palace hand in hand to ask for an audience with the three princes." Uncle Liang said in a low voice as he walked away.
Fang Yun stopped and narrowed his eyes slightly: "There will be some clues about this matter tomorrow. Also, don't tell mother these things. Mother is already tired enough!"
In the evening, Fang Yun received news again. Dali Temple, the Ministry of Punishment, and the Metropolitan Procuratorate jointly issued a written notice to the Yingwu Marquis Mansion again!
…
The next day, Fang Yun took a shower and changed clothes, and arrived at Dali Temple again. The lobby was solemn, waiting for Hou Yanghong to appear again.
Fang Yun stood in the hall, just like yesterday, without saying a word.
Time passed silently, and soon the last quarter of an hour passed, and in another quarter of an hour, the three-chamber trial was about to end. At this moment, a Zaoyi Yamen officer walked in.
"Three adults, the Yingwu Hou Mansion has sent someone here!"
"Huh? Let him in!"
After a while, a short, fat counselor with a slightly stout figure and three black strands of beard walked in swaggeringly.
This man looked arrogant, and he bowed his hands to the three adults in the hall, and then said: "Three adults, my Marquis is busy with official duties and has no time to spare. He specially asked me to come over and hear the trial on his behalf."
As he spoke, he turned around, looked at Fang Yun, and said mockingly: "Fang Yun, if you have anything to say, if you have anything to say, just tell me! For this three-chamber trial, the Marquis has given me full authority to
Hear the trial on his behalf."
Li Juzheng, Zhang Muqing, and Liu Shouzheng frowned slightly, feeling slightly unhappy.
Fang Yun had been silent, but at this moment he finally spoke.
"Three adults," Fang Yunli ignored this person, directly cupped his hands and said to the hall: "Wan Sheng has something to say."
"Fang Yun, if you have anything to say, just say it."
"Three adults, when Wu is canonized, the imperial court will first issue a document, and then the royal family will be canonized. If there is any objection to the canonization of Wuhou, anyone can go to Dali Temple for trial. This rule was set by Taizu Taizu of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Now the three ministers have decided to convene a three-chamber trial. It is arrogant for Prince Shaobao to be absent on the first day. It is disrespectful to send someone else to attend in his place on the second day!"
"The martial virtues of Prince Shaobao can be seen at a glance. Wan Sheng believed that a joint trial of three halls was no longer necessary. Yang Hong was not qualified to be a Marquis of Wu at all. Prince Shaobao was so arrogant, which was disrespectful to the imperial court and the founder of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Disrespectful. If such a person is appointed as a Marquis of Wu, it will be a misfortune for the imperial court and a misfortune for the Great Zhou Dynasty. Please three adults make a decision!"
Fang Yun didn't open his mouth, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he immediately launched a fierce and overwhelming attack, directly targeting the vital point. He didn't give the Yingwuhou counselor any room to display his abilities.
On the side, the slightly fat counselor of the Marquis Yingwu Mansion felt a flash of swords coming towards him, and his expression immediately changed, knowing that he had underestimated this scholar of the Marquis Mansion.