The queen is spoiling the king and madly criticizing him for spoiling her

Cheng Song was still waiting outside for the emperor's instructions.

In the hall, Xie Ci'an was still listening to Gu Jianchu's inner shouting.

Liang Guiyi was incredibly effective, and his attacks were incredibly quick. The assassins he sent out quickly found Lord Liang's son from his first wife. Unfortunately, they didn't know that his son had learned self-defense skills from a host a few years earlier in order to seek revenge.

[After all, we know who Censor Liang's family is, so we must be prepared in advance.]

The assassins Liang Guiyi sent not only failed to kill the young master, but were captured alive by him. The young master then tied them up and tortured them severely.

After all, they weren't professional assassins or assassins. They confessed long ago that Liang Guiyi had sent them to assassinate him.

The young master knew immediately that these people were out to silence the witnesses. How could he not use the evidence that was handed to him? He also knew that the court officials might protect each other, so he led the assassins and struck the drum to report the incident.

[I think Censor Liang probably doesn't know about this yet. I really want to watch him eat the melons and see his expression of eating shit. It must be very exciting.]

After several experiences of eating melons on the spot, Gu Jianchu now wants to eat melons on the spot and watch something with a visual sense.

[If I hadn't said I was feeling unwell and needed the Emperor's company, I would have followed him to the front hall as a leg pendant and eaten melons together.]

Xie Ci'an frowned.

The Queen is really bold.

Even though his body is in such a state, he still wants to eat melons. Eating melons is actually more important than recuperating from his injuries.

In the eyes of those who love to eat melons all their lives, even if the stove is on fire, they must join in the fun.

Thinking that the Queen was injured for him, Xie Ci'an couldn't help but feel distressed, and his voice softened. "Bring the man to the Lanyuan, I will deal with him personally. Also, call Censor Liang over."

Before, Wen Zhaoyi thought that the emperor only visited the queen a few times for the sake of Marquis Nanping, but now it seems that the emperor really dotes on the queen.

In order to accompany the queen, he actually moved the lobby to the queen's bedroom.

Cheng Song didn't even react for a moment. Didn't the emperor hate the involvement of the harem and the previous dynasty the most? Why was he now handling things directly in the queen's bedroom?

Sure enough, people will change one day.

After Cheng Song passed the message on, Wen Zhu quickly brought a middle-aged man and Censor Liang to Lanyuan.

Censor Liang was playing chess with the Minister of Rites when Cheng Song's lackeys came to summon him, saying that the emperor wanted to see him. Censor Liang asked several times why the emperor summoned him, but the other party hesitated and refused to say. Censor Liang did not dare to delay and followed the young eunuch.

But as he walked, Censor Liang discovered something was wrong. This was not the courtyard where the emperor lived, but clearly where the queen lived.

Censor Liang couldn't help but feel a bad premonition in his heart.

Especially when she saw the man following Wen Zhu, she felt inexplicably familiar with him, as if she had seen him somewhere, but she could not remember where.

Before Censor Liang could take another look, Cheng Song stepped forward and reminded him, "Censor Liang, the emperor is still waiting."

Because there was only one large open room, Gu Jianchu specifically asked Zhuxi to place a screen in front of her bed. Wen Zhaoyi did not leave, but sat in the place where the emperor had sat before to accompany Gu Jianchu.

Wen Zhaoyi asked in a very low voice, "Would your Majesty like some water?"

"Give me a drink." Gu Jianchu had just eaten something a little too sweet, and now he was really thirsty.

[He's coming, he's coming. This famous scene of eating melons, if only I could have a handful of melon seeds now.]

Gu Jianchu was just thinking about it, as her current physical condition did not allow it.

Under Gu Jianchu's clamor, Xie Ci'an raised his eyes and saw Censor Liang rushing over in plain clothes. He turned the jade ring on his hand, and after Censor Liang greeted him, he did not ask anyone to stand up, but instead glanced at him indifferently.

Censor Liang felt a chill down his spine when Xie Ci'an looked at him.

Since the emperor didn't let him get up, he naturally didn't dare to move.

Just as Censor Liang was feeling anxious, Xie Ci'an's cold voice suddenly rang out, "I'm afraid Censor Liang doesn't know yet. Someone has struck the drum to file a lawsuit against Censor Liang."

No wonder his eyelids were twitching just now.

Before the emperor could continue, Censor Liang kowtowed repeatedly, "Your Majesty, I have observed clearly that since I became an official, I have not been conscientious, but I have fulfilled my duties. I have done nothing wrong. This person is making a false accusation, and his intentions are malicious."

When Censor Liang said this, didn't his conscience hurt?

The answer is that not only does it not hurt, but I don’t even think about the old case from many years ago that this matter is related to.

Censor Liang noticed the emperor had been silent the entire time, so he slowly looked up and saw Xie Ci'an holding up his teacup and taking a sip of hot tea. "I am willing to believe that Lord Liang is innocent, but the drum has already been struck. I must conduct an interrogation to prevent the people from accusing me of using the drum for show."

"The ground is cold. My dear Liang, please get up first. Cheng Song will go and pour you a cup of tea." Xie Ci'an's eyes were cold. He clapped his hands and the palace servants brought a stool and hot tea to Censor Liang.

"Wen Zhu, bring the person in."

Wen Zhu, having received the order, immediately brought the person in.

The middle-aged man was wearing a worn-out coarse linen shirt with oil stains on his sleeves. It seemed that he had worked in a restaurant before.

The man had an upright posture and looked strong and powerful when he walked. He was indeed the trained man that the queen had described.

Seeing the emperor in a dragon robe, the middle-aged man immediately knelt down and said, "I, Liang Qiong, pay my respects to the emperor."

Xie Ci'an still didn't let anyone stand up. "You struck the drum to report the incident, and you still want to sue Censor Liang?"

"That's right." The middle-aged man said firmly.

Censor Liang thought carefully, unable to figure out when he had offended the young man before him. "Although the Emperor said that the Dengwen Drum is for the people to ring when they have grievances or important matters so that they can be heard directly by the emperor, in the past, opportunities were missed because of people beating the Dengwen Drum recklessly. Our ancestors once established a rule that any citizen who complains about a grievance and rings the Dengwen Drum must first endure thirty beatings before the case can continue."

[Haha, this old man, Liang Yushi, must have done it on purpose. If he had really beaten him with thirty sticks, he would have killed him. Then no one would have been able to sue him. Even if he hadn't killed him, he would have been disabled. So this old man is really cruel.]

If a person is not a cruel person, he would not kill his wife and marry another one.

What if Censor Liang has connections in the Imperial City Office and arranges for someone to kill this young man? Can this old case be vindicated?

Hearing the queen's worried voice, Xie Ci'an held his forehead and tapped it lightly a few times.

Ever since an accident occurred before the Dengwen Drum, our ancestors made a special rule that if anyone wants to sound the Dengwen Drum to appeal for a grievance, they must first endure thirty beatings with a stick to ensure that there is a genuine injustice.

Liang Qiong volunteered, "Your Majesty, I am willing to endure thirty lashes of the stick."