"Did you do it?"

On the way out of the palace, Yu Jia asked quietly.

"Nonsense."

Fang Xing felt that this matter was really annoying, and disrupted his plan to come back to be with his family.

"But you have a record of assaulting officials, and more than once..."

Yu Jia said sympathetically: "Those people are human spirits. Believe it or not, get your momentum up first. Xinghe, you'd better not travel far, or you just don't confess."

"I just came back from the south, where else can I go?"

Fang Xing said dullly: "Jin Chun knows my temperament. If I see the framed guy, no matter what the outcome is, I will kill him first."

Ahead is outside the imperial city, Yu Jia finally said: "Your Majesty meant... Leave them alone, these things are getting darker and darker."

Fang Xing nodded and said, "Thank your Majesty for your concern. I will wait for the result of the Criminal Ministry on this matter. Hey...who is that?"

On the right outside the imperial city, there are more than ten people kneeling at this time, and the man who leads is holding a sign.

-Murder pays for life!

Several women looked up and saw Fang Xing. They got up, carrying their skirts, and rushed towards Fang Xing frantically.

"You minister! You killed the master..."

Fang Xing stopped, frowning and looking at these grim-faced women.

A sergeant greeted him long ago, and blocked it with a long sword in a company sheath, forming a human wall.

"Uncle Xinghe, the woman is entangled, let's go quickly."

Fang Xing nodded, then mounted his horse, and departed under the protection of Xin Laoqi and Xiaodao.

The human wall blocked the person, but did not block the line of sight. Fang Xing saw those hideous faces and the eyes that were so hateful.

"You must not die..."

…….

In Lu Mansion, a group of people were sighing and sighing, but the owner went to the imperial city to petition, and the butler could only respond on one side.

"Too cruel!"

People from the Criminal Department are undergoing an autopsy, and the Lu family's petition may not have avoided this scene.

The deceased was Shang Shu, and Jin Chun had to come and sit down in person.

The two Yazuo lay on the side of the coffin and looked carefully, squeezing them with their hands from time to time.

"My lord, turn over."

One of them looked back and asked for instructions. Jin Chun looked at the sky speechlessly, and said, "Then turn over!"

The two tossed Lu Zhen over, and those who came to ‘congratulate’ all whispered from the side.

"My lord, remove the corpse spots, there are no scars!"

Both of them shook their heads, and Jin Chun asked, "Are you careful?"

An old man said: "Sir, the young man has been doing this for many years. In fact, at first glance, he knew that it was not beating to death."

"There are no scars on the whole body, and no signs of fractures..."

Jin Chun said helplessly: "Then quickly converge."

"No scars?"

"Is it a sudden death?"

Those people who were waiting for the results were a bit disappointed. In their opinion, Lu Zhen was still working vigorously yesterday, so why did he go to Xitian overnight?

An official whispered: "That person has a lot of means, who knows what he has a secret hand."

Others felt that this could not be more correct when they heard it, so someone asked, "Master Jin, is it possible to use poison?"

Although Jin Chun is a Confucian child, in the position of Shangshu of the Criminal Ministry, he also knows some business common sense anyway. Hearing this, he said: "The use of poison must have traces."

"How about using fine needles? Lord Jin, what if you use fine needles to pierce that powerful poison in?"

Jin Chun didn't want to explain to these poisonous idiots. Seeing that Wu Zuo had put on Lu Zhen's body, he said, "This official will go back now. If you think of something at home, you can go straight to the Criminal Department. Also, the one who reported it. The entourage gave it to the officer to take it back for questioning."

The housekeeper said with a bitter face that the owner of the family was calling for grievances outside the imperial city.

"Master Jin, don't worry, when Madam comes back, he will definitely be sent to the Criminal Department."

Lu Zhen is gone. Jin Chun has been with his colleagues for many years, if he is stern and businesslike at this time, it would be too unkind.

So he warned the butler to be optimistic about that person, and if there is a mistake, he will deal with it according to the falsehood. Then he released the two of them to guard outside Lu Zhen's house, and waited for Lu Zhen's wife and children to come back from the imperial city to demand someone.

...

As a newcomer in the royal history, Li Ermao didn't find someone to impeach him as soon as he came, but was very humble and consulted his seniors in the Ducha Yard.

But the historians of Duchayuan always responded indifferently to his smiling face, or did not smile.

"Master Li is polite. The respected teacher is the famous Xinghe Uncle. Just ask him. I'm so ignorant and dare not give directions."

Li Ermao's smile remained unchanged, and he arched his hands. This group of imperial historians did not expect that he was not ironic, but they felt that the man was too yin and the city was too deep.

"The teacher was domineering and actually killed Master Lu. This student didn't have to worry about it and bumped into walls everywhere..."

These yushis went back in twos and threes. At this time, a yushi rushed in, and he said with excitement: "The Xing Department had an autopsy just now."

The censors under the porch all turned around, and someone asked, "What was the result? But were they injured?"

"No injury!"

"Oh……"

The disappointed sigh dragged on for a long time. Standing under the corridor opposite, Li Ermao suddenly closed his smile, and then entered his duty room.

"The official bulletin is ready, hey!"

"Could it be a black hand?"

"No way, but it depends on what the Criminal Ministry said."

"Sir Jin from the Criminal Ministry has a normal relationship with that person, and he certainly won't favor favoritism."

"Yes, wait, everyone, to polish the bullets more imposingly, so that people will be filled with outrage and tears."

Li Ermao made himself a cup of tea, and then sat at the table thinking slowly.

Yushi's duty is to monitor and correct, so later did he develop the habit of telling stories.

No matter what you are wrong, I will be impeached if I hear it. This is merit and fame.

Li Ermao thought quietly, then found paper and pen and began to write quickly.

His calligraphy is not very good, that is, just look at it if you can.

However, in less than a quarter of an hour, Li Ermao wrote the memorial, then dried it, and got up to see Wang Zhang, Yushi Yushi of Youdu.

Wang Zhang's temperament is harsh, and the general historians are a little bit ashamed of him, but Li Ermao calmly asked to see him.

"My lord, this is the memorial of the next official, please read it."

In accordance with the rules of the Duchayuan, Wang Zhang and Liu Guan must review and agree on who the Yushi wants to impeach. But often a little stunned youth wanted to become famous at one stroke, so he stabbed the memorials privately.

Wang Zhang took the memorial, and first glanced at the calm Li Ermao, and said: "I'm here to investigate the hospital, and I want to live well with my colleagues."

"Yes, the officer knows, thank you for your advice."

Li Ermao smiled, and Wang Zhang felt a punch in the cotton, and then continued: "Yushi Yushi, then you have to dare to report those ugly things, malfeasance and violations of the law. Don't just think about it. It is dereliction of duty to protect oneself clearly, let alone remember the old identity and turn a blind eye."

Li Ermao arched his hands and said, "Yes, the officer remembered it."

This is an old fritters!

Wang Zhang felt that his dismissal was completely useless, so he drank a sip of tea and then read the memorial.

"puff!"

A sip of tea was sprayed out, Li Ermao did not dodge, the hem of the official uniform was sprayed wet.

He was still smiling, smiling under Wang Zhang's stunned gaze.

Wang Zhang has the nickname of a Falun disciple in the Duchayuan, and once he finds a problematic official, he is almost never spared.

Such a harsh official was surprised by this memorial, which shows how powerful Li Ermao's memorial is.

Wang Zhang looked at the memorial again, then frowned, "You don't regret it?"

Li Ermao smiled and said: "The Lu of the King of Food will naturally not regret it."

Wang Zhang nodded and stroked his beard: "These things will never happen in ancient or modern times, so it is usually the king who decides on his own and counts as grace. Your majesty will naturally have nothing to say when you pass by, but those people will hate you. Don't you regret it?"

Li Ermao nodded and said: "These things are going up and down ~ lightnovelpub.net~ If they are not contained, they will spread in the future. The officials think it is the right time."

Wang Zhang sighed and said: "The younger generation is terrible, the younger generation is terrible, nothing more, the officer will pass it up to you."

"Thank you, sir, I will retire from the official."

Li Ermao saluted and retired. When he went out, he saw two colleagues staring at this side, he smiled slightly, and then he arched his hands over there.

"Nenchen's disciple is not a good thing, look, now it's close to Master Wang!"

"Master Wang is severe, he must have touched his head..."

At this time, Wang Zhang came out, and he greeted him: "Come here, send me the memorial."

The two Yushis who were on the opposite side rushed over quickly. Wang Zhang frowned and said, "This is not your responsibility. It's your personal business. Chaos is the beginning of chaos."

One sentence made the two Yushi who wanted to flatter their faces blushing, and then pleaded guilty to quit.