Prostitution

Mr. Yushi acted swiftly and resolutely, and the confessions collected from the court officials were piled up in a thick stack, which was placed on the desk of the Minister of Criminal Affairs, which was enough to investigate for a year and a half.

Qu Tongyin frowned in the open, but was overjoyed in the dark.Xu Jingyun suffered only because he was out of business every three days.

The case has dragged on for more than a month with no progress, which shows how difficult it is.

But on this day, Xu Jingyun rushed back to Beijing from the neighboring city non-stop. He had just arrived at the Ministry of Punishment, and before he could say a word to Qu Tongyin, a group of iron-armored guards rushed straight in, majestic and majestically standing at attention. Church.

Both of them were stunned by this sudden scene.

The leader was actually Xiao He, the commander of the imperial army. He held the sword on his waist with one hand, his expression was indifferent, and he didn't even bother to talk about the etiquette of being false and submissive. "The emperor has ordered that the two adults enter the palace to face the saint."

The imperial guards stepped back three steps to both sides.

This extraordinary posture was heard by court officials, Qu Tongyin knew something was wrong, but right now he had no strength to turn around, so he had to enter the palace with the imperial army.

For many years as an official, it was the first time to face the emperor in the emperor's bedroom. Qu Tongyin walked quietly all the way, and knelt down as soon as he entered the palace.

The emperor said no courtesy, so he stood up in a proper manner. Only then did he catch a glimpse of a censor standing beside him from the corner of his eye.

"Lord Qu, just now I have asked Doctor Yushi, it seems that the case of King Huai Jing is very difficult." The emperor's elderly voice came from behind the screen.

"Back to the emperor, because the body is decomposed and cannot be identified, and the witnesses cannot be identified, so it is difficult to settle the case for a while." Qu Tongyin replied.

The emperor coughed, and the old eunuch hurriedly served him with a spittoon.

Qu Tongyin raised his head and took a glance, only to see the figure on the bed moved slowly and stiffly, probably due to the leftover symptoms of a stroke, and the dragon's body had not yet recovered.

After clearing his throat for a while, the emperor seemed to breathe much more comfortably.

"In this way, it is not impossible for King Huaijing to suffer wrongly."

Qu Tongyin's heart skipped a beat, and he quietly glanced at Xu Jingyun.

Xu Jingyun could hear the voice behind the words, he hesitated for a moment and answered without asking, "I dare not frame the lord."

Qu Tongyin secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

He also heard the emperor say quietly, "I've been thinking about guilt recently. I've been slack and slack in the past few years. Dali Temple and the Second Division of the Ministry of Punishment have joined forces to take down a gangster and have nothing to do. It's unprecedented."

After the emperor finished speaking, he gasped heavily for a while.

"The humble minister is incompetent." The two pleaded guilty in unison on their knees.

"It's my clock leaking and being incompetent. I don't know that there are people in the court who form cliques for private interests."

Although the voice was normal, it made the three people in the hall tremble.

The imperial censor's knees softened and he knelt down on the ground, clutching his cuffs with his fingers, feeling uneasy.

The censer exploded suddenly, which made him tremble three times in fright.

Then he let out a long sigh, and heard the emperor say again, "Forget it, you can just wait for your assistance in this case, and you don't need to worry about it."

The three of them are here.

The way out of the palace was no longer as easy as it was when they came here, the two of them were silent, with gray faces on their faces, they walked with heavy steps.

The emperor sent another person to take over the case, so he must have become suspicious of them.It is not difficult to dispel doubts, but what is difficult is how King Huai Jing should jump out of the fire pit.

As soon as he left the palace gate, Xiao He, the commander of the forbidden army, came forward to meet him.

Still not saluting, he said to the two with a half-hearted smile, "The emperor ordered his subordinates to take full responsibility for the case of King Huai Jing, and I ask you two adults to cooperate fully."

After saying that, he winked at the left and right.

The guards on the left and right raised their guns, and Bai Huanghuang's gun pointed at their backs.

Qu Tongyin said coldly, "I should cooperate, but Commander Xiao's actions seem to imprison me."

Xiao He bowed slightly and punched his fists, his domineering appearance was indeed chilling, "The lower officials are also following orders, Mr. Qu forgive me."

By someone's order speaks for itself.

Qu Tongyin's face immediately turned pale again, and his hanging heart fell all the way to the bottom.

The wind at the end of spring sweeps across everything, and the turbid breath seems to be mixed with a little bloody smell.

The wind blows into the palace, but it is fragrant with ink.

West Wing Courtyard.

Wen Wuyu stood still for an hour, his eyes half-opened, his body swayed slightly, and he looked very tired, as if the wind could blow him away even more.

Reluctantly, he learned how to be flattering, so he had to stay still, because the prince was condescending and was grinding ink and writing brushes to paint for him.

The portrait is basically completed, but Yuan Cheng always feels that something is wrong when he looks left and right, and he retouches it dozens of times and still doesn't stop.

"Keep your eyes open!"

With a sudden shout, Wen Wuyu hastily raised his eyelids and widened his eyes.

The prince Zhang Yuanwai gnawed on the penholder at the easel, shook his head and nodded, hesitating, which is really rare.

"It's almost enough, I can't stand anymore."

With dry mouth and tongue, Wen Wuyu finally expressed his dissatisfaction.Who knows whether the prince is using the painting as an excuse to practice corporal punishment.

Yuan Cheng glanced at him sideways, but didn't care about it, and waved at him.

Wen Wuyu dragged his feet and ground for a while, and his legs were considered agile. When he got closer, he almost dropped his jaw in shock.

The three-foot plain scroll is like a perfect combination of freehand brushwork and fine brushwork. The ink and wash are divided into five colors, but they seem to have thousands of changes, whether clear or light, thick or heavy. The scenery of virtual and real is like a dream. The clothes and belts are fluttering, as if the fairy family is about to break out of the painting.

Wen Wuyu leaned closer and stared at the person in the painting. At first glance, he looked a little like him, but upon closer inspection, it seemed a bit more like him, but after repeated glances, it wasn't him at all, only because of that inexplicable celestial being. It's really embarrassing,

"Who is the lord painting?" Wen Wuyu turned his face to the side, looking at Yuan Cheng cautiously.

Yuan Cheng frowned, stretched out his hand and dragged him back, "Are you blind!"

Wen Wuyu swallowed secretly. It is true that the prince is a good painter, but he stood for an entire hour, and what came out was such a painting that he didn't know who the person in the painting was. .

"It really doesn't look like it?" Yuan Cheng squinted at him, and began to doubt himself.

Wen Wuyu nodded cautiously.

Yuan Cheng turned his head away, and waved at the cowardly man at the door, "You, come here."

The boy's teeth were trembling, and he trotted all the way to hold on to his legs.

"Look at who is in this painting?"

The servant took a quick look and hung his head, "Mr. Wen, Mr. Wen."

Yuan Cheng clicked his tongue and held back his chin, "Look carefully, does it look like it?"

The boy shook his legs in fright, his eyebrows and nose squeezed together to stare at the painting, "Like... that's, that's Mr. Wen!"

Complacent, Yuan Cheng squinted at him, "I'm afraid you're blind, but I think it's very similar."

After resting for a while, Wen Wuyu calmed down, and nodded in agreement, "It's true after seeing it for a long time. The prince is not only superb in chess, but also in painting."

Yuan Cheng knew that he was perfunctory, but he no longer insisted on approval, turned around and walked to the side to wash his hands with water.

Wen Wuyu picked up the towel from the couch and waved it in his hands to present it.

At this moment, a figure suddenly flashed into the courtyard.