long old

ready.

As everyone knows, their differential treatment affirmed Zhang Cherui's suspicion even more.

Zhang Cherui handed over the weapons to the guards who were watching the night before, and discussed the precautions during the night watch. He was about to hand another sword to Yan Ci, but was stopped by the guards who were packing their luggage.

Zhang Jerui pretended to be angry and said: "What are you doing? Could it be that you look down on me as a sick person and think that I don't have energy and enough vigilance? You young people, just rest assured. I'm still a treasured sword 'Go!"

Those people looked at each other a few times, and when they met, one of them quickly smoothed things over: "Why? You and your husband are both wealthy people. You must not be used to the exhaustion of traveling these days. We have already I am used to the bumpy roads, and the rough skin and thick flesh are more able to withstand the toss. You should rest as soon as possible."

Zhang Cherui recognized it, this is the one who blurted out the general.

"That's more or less the same." Zhang Jerui snorted coldly, his back soaked in cold sweat, afraid that if he said a wrong word, they would reveal their ferocious nature.

As he spoke, Zhang Cherui handed them the sword in his hand.

The man was visibly relieved and relaxed his tense expression.

Yan Ci looked at them politely in a silent manner, and walked into the camp first.

Zhang Jerui smiled apologetically at them, as an apology to him, and followed him closely, step by step, into the tent.

Zhang Jerui gave him a slightly reproachful look, and couldn't help but ask again: "Now, what should we do next?"

"Wait."

He uttered a word stiffly, Yan Yan lay on the bed and turned over.

Zhang Cherui knew that he was not asleep just like himself, and was waiting for the last moment.

There must be someone who can't help it, but Zhang Jerui doesn't want them to break the deadlock first.

In the early morning, the first ray of dawn shined on Zhang Cherui through the tent.

Zhang Cherui got up from the ground, looked at the empty bed beside him as usual, rubbed his sleepy eyes, walked out of the tent, and watched General Yan, who was used to getting up early, washing his face with clean water.

There is a shortage of water in the desert, but Yan Ci always insists on this habit.

Zhang Cherui leaned on the tent, squinting his eyes to watch Yan Ci wash his face and start his daily morning exercises again.

I don't know why, but I just kind of want to laugh.She didn't smile out of shape, and even the lines on her forehead became active, showing a bit of energy.

Seeing how happy he was, Yan Ci couldn't help but stop, and walked over curiously, just about to ask him what he was laughing at, Zhang Cherui's expression changed, and he shouted: "General Yan, be careful."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Cherui casually threw Yan Ci's saber that was placed in front of the tent at Yan Ci.No one was so careless that he forgot to put it away.

Before Yan Ci could catch it, the man behind him stretched out his hand and snatched it away.

Yan Ci subconsciously flipped forward, trying to jump out of the man's attack range, but was tripped by the man's outstretched leg, and almost fell to the ground due to his unstable center of gravity.

Yan Ci had no choice but to turn around and deal with that person reluctantly. At the same time, he hoped that Zhang Cherui would not be subdued easily, otherwise, the situation would be even more unfavorable to them.

It is strict that one can fight, they can't shout, apply for aid, so as not to wake up the opponent's helper.

Originally, according to the routine of those guards, they shouldn't be still sleeping at this hour, but recently they were exhausted from traveling and horses, and they didn't sleep all night before, so their physical strength was already exhausted.

As for those bodyguards who kept watch last night, they must have hurriedly hid in their tents as soon as it dawned, racing against time to get an extra hour or two of sleep before setting off.

So at this moment, everything was silent, and only the three of them faced each other in silence.

Fortunately, that person seemed to be acting on his own initiative, and his companions were unable to notice the turbulent struggle in the open space outside the tent at all.

Sternly and cautiously dealt with that person, and suddenly struck out, grabbing his throat in one fell swoop.

The man kept kicking, struggling, and flapping his hands and feet.

Like a dying person, with a sudden outburst of desire to survive, he violently kicked Yan Ci's legs.

Yan Ci didn't say a word, his exposed calf had already been bruised, he insisted on not letting go, covering his mouth, slowly waiting for him to hold his breath.

In fact, the cruelest punishment in the world is hanging. The rope around your neck is loosened and tightened again as the executioner moves.

Your face will be grim with pain, and the air will be lost and returned to your body again and again.You, live again.

This goes on and on and on, until you finally can't bear it anymore, begging that person to give you a happy time.

That person finally appreciates enough of your ugliness, your embarrassment, and your fragility.So, after going through that process again, you finally get the death you've been praying for.

The man's eyes kept widening, blue veins were exposed on his neck, his eyebrows were tightly furrowed, his face changed from purple to deep red, and then gradually turned grayish white, he died.

It's not the first time Zhang Cherui has faced death, but it's the only time he's watched the passing of a person's life so closely.

Life is really too fragile, this is Zhang Cherui's only thought after watching this fight that can't even be called fair.

Yan Ci put the man down and looked at the sun, there was no time to bury him.

Yan Ci had no choice but to put him in the unburned bonfire of the camp, and after he was turned into ashes, he was properly placed in the brocade box he carried with him. People, the same expression.

Zhang Cherui couldn't help asking: "General Yan, how many people have you killed so far?"

Zhang Cherui's question was not to blame Yan Ci.If it were him, facing such a situation, he would choose the same approach without hesitation.

After all, they are just individuals, and they must pay attention to their own lives first, and then their home country.

Zhang Jerui is not that great, he is merciful to all living beings.Nor is he someone who firmly believes he can save the world.After all, he told himself in his childhood: life is the most important thing, and everything else can be given up.

Yan Ci: "I don't remember, I have killed countless enemies on the battlefield, how can I have time to remember these?"

Zhang Jerui: "What about on weekdays?"

"He was the first."

Yan Ci replied lightly, entered his tent, packed his luggage briefly, and brought two camels to transport grain and grass.

Yan Ci helped Zhang Jerui get on the camel, and riding the camel, he unloaded half of the grain from more than a dozen carts and transported it away.

Zhiguo's tent must not be able to return, so he had to change his way.

At this time, in the barracks——

The soldier on the watchtower suddenly exclaimed: "General, come up quickly, something big has happened."

The general strolled up to the watchtower, looked into the distance, and suddenly exclaimed: "Isn't this General Yan? What's going on? He, they rushed to the Mongolian barracks!"

The author has something to say: silently curious, my dear, how many foreshadowings have you guessed correctly?

Anyway, I'm done. This chapter is a chapter that teaches you what is called a routine.

☆, Vitex (Wu)

Zhang Cherui was driving a galloping camel, but he still didn't react, so he could only sort out the series of events that just happened one by one: They just got up, and a bodyguard wanted to sneak up on Yan Ci, no, he might not be a bodyguard, maybe Or the enemy's undercover, or traitor.

As a result, he was strangled to death by Yan Ci.

And now, they are actually carrying food and grass to flee for their lives?

Unknowingly, the rising sun has risen to mid-air, and it is already noon.

Yan Ci suddenly reined in the camel's reins, turned his head, stared at the direction he came from, and tried to identify the path he had walked before. Suddenly his face changed, his expression was very ugly, and he said, "I don't seem to remember if there is any map on the map. This is the way."

Indeed, in the desert, it was noon at this time, and it was indeed impossible to recognize the direction.

Because the most basic reference object - the sun, can no longer be used as a compass.

And losing the way forward is tantamount to death for foreigners like them who are not familiar with the terrain.

Although Yan Ci was named General Zhenxi, he was also named General Zhenxi at the beginning of this year. He came here this time only to inspect the barracks. How could he force him to take down the map of the Northwest?

After all, it's just an empty title.

Now that the matter has come to this point, Zhang Cherui can't sternly blame Yan Ci anyway, so he can only sit down with him silently and think about the next step.

Faced with this situation, Zhang Cherui couldn't help feeling a little desperate: they saw no way out, and behind them there was a group of thieves who were chasing after them, all bent on making money and killing their lives.

The two of them were tense for three or four days, anxious and worried, fearing that once they verified the news that their identities had been exposed, they would kill people to silence them.

The mind has already collapsed to the critical point, and it is almost at the door.

Today, we are still faced with a life-and-death decision: whether we want food or cherish our own lives.

Zhang Cherui's spirit of persevering in the past few days has long since disappeared.

Zhang Jerui just begged not to delay and sternly resign at this critical juncture.If Yan Ci wanted to leave alone, he would definitely have narrowly escaped death and reached the Zhiguo military camp.

But the problem now is that with a useless, weak-handed, and seriously ill scholar following him, the chances of the two of them surviving will be greatly reduced, and they may even lose their own lives.

No one knows their fate, except that one of the two must die.

Zhang Cherui hoped that it was him. As an oil bottle, he has reached the limit of his life, and one must know how to be content.

But Yan Ci is different, he has been the proud son of heaven since he was a child, and now he is even more prosperous.

He has just reached the pinnacle of his life, how could he be forced to go back to the bottom?

Yan Ci walked ahead, not knowing what Zhang Cherui was thinking, he was just making serious plans, looking for the way to get there, or looking for a place to rest tonight.

Yan Ci tried his best to keep his eyes wide open, not letting go of the slightest detail, or the signs that appeared on the map, but unfortunately he found nothing, so he had to give up first and make plans for tonight earlier.

After searching for a long time and going around three or four times, Yan Ci finally found a sand dune for resting. It was not big, but it was big enough to hide two people and cover the camels and grain trucks behind him. That's all.

And it's hidden enough, if you don't step forward to take a closer look, it's very easy to ignore this place.

Yan Ci helped Zhang Cherui off the camel, and helped Zhang Cherui to the side of the sand dune. When he touched the hot temperature of his palm, he couldn't help frowning.

Yan Ci looked at Zhang Cherui, his face was pale, but he couldn't hide the abnormal flush.

Zhang Cherui raised his head subconsciously, pursed his lips, raised his hand to brush his face, and glanced at Yan Ci inexplicably.What did this kid think of this, why is he holding on to his hand and frowning?

Seeing his dumbfounded expression, Yan Ci understood in his heart, so he pursed his lips like that, stretched out his hand to caress his forehead, and quickly withdrew his hand.

If it is really not ordinary hot, Yan Ci thought, why is that person still so sober?But it's also good, don't expose him, let him keep his mind so clear, so that he has a chance to live.

"What's the matter, General Yan?" Zhang Cherui asked.

"It's okay. Rest, it's almost night." Yan Ci responded subconsciously, and walked into the mid-air sand dune first.

At midnight—

The desert is quiet and silent, flat and open, dark and dense, with no end in sight, suddenly there was a low voice: "Are you sure you are here?"

"Of course, the boy who died during the day specially put a child Gu on him, and the mother Gu's reaction is so strong now, can it be possible not to be nearby?"

Zhang Jerui was awakened by the noisy voices around him, and he struggled to get up.Thinking is chaotic, but consciousness is very clear.

Yan Ci took Zhang Cherui's hand, and put the index finger of the other hand to his lips, as if coaxing a child, whispered: "It's okay, go to sleep, don't get up."

"But..." Zhang Jerui retorted, this seems wrong, you should get up and take a look.

Yan Ci seemed to understand what he was thinking, turned his head, looked at him calmly, and repeated: "Don't go, stay here."

Junyi's brows and eyes did not show any ups and downs, and his tone was already a little tough. It was an "instruction" from the barracks on weekdays, but Zhang Cherui obeyed his orders with unreasonable peace of mind.

Yan Ci stood up alone, groped, and slipped out of the hiding place.

"Don't go." Zhang Jerui stretched out his hand, trying to stop him, but Yan Ci clasped his hands behind his back and slammed him on the back of the neck.

Zhang Jerui suddenly felt his eyes go dark, the world was spinning, and he could only hear a weak sigh from the person beside him: "Stop making trouble, I have to go, I have wronged you."

If Zhang Cherui couldn't go, he had to go, and he was the only one who could go.

Because only in this way can one of the two survive, and I hope it is him.

He hasn't seen all the prosperity in the world, so he is willing to say goodbye to the world.

Yan Ci only begged him to let Zhang Cherui replace him, live a good life, and take another look at the beauty of the world, as if it were for him to play in the mountains and rivers, and to see the mountains and rivers.

Thinking this way, Yan Ci walked out of the dune, took a deep breath, and took the initiative to pat the silent camel beside him.

The camel neighed in a dignified way, and those people suddenly turned their heads, grinned grinningly, and exclaimed, "Who's there? Come out quickly, General Yan, there's no need to run away. You just need to give us the rest of the food and grass, We'll take care of it ourselves."

"I'm afraid you haven't woken up yet!" Yan Ci sneered disdainfully, turned over and jumped onto the camel, pinched his neck severely, the camel was startled, and hurriedly stretched its legs and ran forward.

This time, he was completely exposed.Yan Ci mocked in his heart, clutching the camel's neck tightly, hoping that Zhang Cherui would be drowsy during his illness, and with his heavy blow, he would be able to sleep until the next morning.

Zhang Jerui didn't need to know about all the hardships tonight.

Yan Ci wishful thinking believes that all his wishful thinking can be realized.

The teenager doesn't know love and hate, but loves at first glance for a lifetime.

He doesn't need to know whether he loves him or not, and to what extent.However, once he dies, all his bad things will be wiped out, and his heart and eyes will be him.Whether it was too selfish or not, it was indeed his last thought.

It's a pity that Zhang Cherui didn't wake up at the right time, only half an hour after Yan Ci left, Zhang Cherui braced himself and woke up.Having walked out of the sand dunes and seeing the deserted desert, Zhang Jerui understood everything.

He felt more annoyed than grateful.Who on earth gave that child the guts to knock him out at will and take risks by himself?I'm just tired of living!I really want to teach him how to behave.

Thinking like this, he dragged his tired body, wandering around everywhere, going east or west at will.He didn't know the exact location of the words, but there was always a hunch that he would definitely find him.

Zhang Jerui kept walking, he didn't know the exact time, but when the sun rose, he finally found Yan Ci, but it was his bones.

He stumbled forward, Yan Ci's body was covered with scars, almost bloody, half of the bones had been exposed in some places, and even that face was soaked in blood.

Zhang Jerui kept comforting himself: That's not a strict speech, definitely not a strict speech, it can't be him, it can't be him, it shouldn't be.It was clearly agreed, and he should be the one who died.

However, he knew better than anyone else that there was nothing wrong with strict words.

There was nothing around Yan Ci, only yellow sand all over the ground.After seeing this clearly, Zhang Cherui couldn't help but fell to the ground with weak legs.All is lost, all efforts are in vain.

No!There was hope in Zhang Cherui's eyes again, because he was still alive.

He picked up the stern speech, gritted his teeth, and walked forward step by step, until he reached a safe place, before stopping.

His steps were unsteady, he fell to the ground, and couldn't help crying bitterly.

After all, there is one person alive.Alive, there is still hope.

Three days later—

Zhang Zherui dragged his dilapidated body and walked to the former Zhiguo military camp with scars, but he only saw ruins and blood-soaked yellow sand that had turned red.

One of the patrolling soldiers came over and looked at him for a long time, one of them said: "Zhang Jerui, Mr. Zhang?"

"Yes."

"You have been convicted of treason, come with me."

"what?"

The author has something to say: Zhang Cherui: How could it be him, it couldn't be him. (kneeling beside Yan Ci)

Stern words: Poof.Don't give such a big gift to your father, I can't bear it.

Zhang Jerui: Hehe.

(remake)

☆, Vitex (land)

"I'm sorry, please repeat, what's wrong with me?" Zhang Cherui's eyes widened in disbelief, and there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart. Even if their food was robbed and they chose to flee for their lives, it was impossible to completely convict them.

Moreover, how could the imperial court have learned of this news so quickly, and could not help but convict them.

Those guards looked at each other, a sneering smile hung on the corners of their lips, and the leader said: "Don't you know yet? When you and General Yan, no, the guilty minister Yan Yan dragged the food and grass to the Northwest Military Camp When we were marching, our sentries had already seen you. General Nan also saw the conclusive evidence and reported it to the court, so don’t make excuses.”

Zhang Cherui was so anxious that his whole body turned cold, and said: "Yes, but that's because there are sand bandits behind us all the time following us."

"How is it possible! If you want to make up a reason, you should make it up better. Who doesn't know that at the beginning of our war with the Northwest Army, the sand bandits in the Northwest Desert had already been captured by the general of the Northwest Army, General Chen Mo, in front of us. General Nan's face has been completely dismissed. Besides, who would be a normal sand bandit and run back desperately to die when the war starts?"

The man curled his lips, his expression of disdain beyond words.

Zhang Cherui understood everything, couldn't help showing a sneer, and stretched out his hand to them, unwilling to resist any more.

Zhang Cherui let them tie his hands and escorted them to the prison car back to the imperial court.

Sitting in the prison car, Zhang Cherui burst into tears uncontrollably, and slammed the wooden railing of the prison car violently unwillingly and angrily.

From the very beginning, before entering the desert, the plan to transport grain and grass was a Northwest scam.

First, when staying at the hotel, the innkeeper tried every means to repeat, emphasize, and induce them to think that in the desert, there are always sand robbers ambushing there.

Furthermore, a bodyguard died on the way, which made them insist on the idea that there are sand robbers in the desert.

Then one of the death squads was sent to lure them, indirectly making them feel that the camp was not safe.So, they began to flee in a hurry.

In addition, they had seen the tragic death of the head of the bodyguard before, which made them feel that they had no way out, and it was impossible for them to continue to the Zhiguo barracks and introduce danger into the barracks.He had no choice but to change his path, which hit their bad plan and killed them all.

If it wasn't for Zhang Cherui who was in this treacherous situation, he almost wanted to applaud the young and promising person who designed the ending.

It is indeed a seamless strategy, which is frightening to think about carefully.Not only did he predict their psychology and behavior almost perfectly, but surprisingly, he put his guess into action without hesitation, and achieved the desired effect.

If Zhang Cherui hadn't come here with Yan Ci and hadn't survived in the end, then he would never even know how he died in his lifetime.

Fortunately, he was still alive. If Zhang Jerui was the only one caught in the trap and Yan Chi was seriously injured, he would have the courage to die bravely to prove his innocence.But Yan Ci had already sacrificed his life to protect him, and they had nothing more to lose.

Whether it's humiliating or just trying to survive, he has to stay.

It's better to be alive than anything else, that's the real hard truth.

Standing in the courtroom of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, Zhang Cherui listened to Shang Qiu, Minister of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, and Mu Yao, the chief planner this time, sitting at the other end of the prison and questioning him.

Shangqiu: "Do you admit that you committed treason and sent supplies to other countries when the war was urgent?"

Zhang Cherui nodded numbly, and said, "I admit it."

Shangqiu wrote down this charge in the notebook, and then asked: "Do you admit that you and General Yan killed the attendants, bodyguards and bodyguards on the way to deliver food and grass?"

Zhang Cherui finally had some reaction, looked up at him, and said, "I admit it, but I committed these crimes alone, and have nothing to do with General Yan."

Shangqiu continued to write down this, and suddenly remembered something, looked up at him, and asked in doubt: "You are a civil servant with no power to restrain a chicken, how could you have the power to kill so many people?"

Zhang Cherui opened his mouth, and Mu Yao snatched the speech first: "Since he has already admitted it, why do you bother so much?"

Shangqiu was speechless, so he could only continue to ask the question: "Do you admit that you temporarily deceived the guards?"

Zhang Cherui felt that this question was a bit ridiculous, so he couldn't help grinning, but was poured a bucket of water by the jailer beside him.

Zhang Cherui choked, and the sand-worn wounds all over his body ached.

For a moment, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he could only seriously answer: "Yes, I admit it."

Shangqiu: "Then it's over, take a look at the testimony, if there is no problem, just sign it." After speaking, he handed the notebook in his hand to Zhang Jerui.

He glanced at it, and found that it was basically consistent with the facts, and there was not much difference, so he found a blank space at the end, signed his name in a fluttering manner, and pressed his handprint.

After a few days, the result of the trial/judgment came out.

After seeing the judgment/judgment, Zhang Cherui was taken aback, the sentence was too light.

Unsurprisingly, he and Yan Ci were sentenced, and Zhang Cherui was sentenced to five years in prison, and all his homes were ransacked.

Fortunately, he has not yet married a wife, and his parents passed away at an early age. He only has a house of servants and maidservants, and he can't resist their atrocities.

Yan Ci was convicted of treason, and he was supposed to be executed lingchi, but even though Zhang Zerui had suffered all kinds of torture, he was unwilling to tell where his bones were.The court had to give up.

And Yan Ci's family, the current Grand Tutor Yan Li, was also implicated because of this, and was forced to empty out his family property in order to escape the torture.

For some unknown reason, Zhang Jerui was held in the prison together with other prisoners, but received different treatment.

Zhang Cherui originally thought that if he didn't tell Yan Ci's whereabouts anyway, he would be sentenced to a few more years.

The result was not the case, he was so tough that he was even respected by the prisoners.

Zhang Cherui couldn't help but wonder, is Yan Ci's name even famous to such an extent?

After he was released from prison, Zhang Cherui knew that it was Mu Yao and several ministers who were in charge of the transportation plan who defended him to death, which saved his life.

Moreover, they also bribed the jailers for him, allowing them to show some mercy to him during the execution, so that he could barely survive in prison.

Zhang Jerui had always been taciturn in prison, which made the impression of him slightly changed by other jailers.

However, it is useless to his life in prison, except that he suffers less torture.But for this, he is also very grateful.

After he was released from prison, he wanted to thank those ministers who had said good things to him one by one, but when he was about to visit, he was told by them that Shangqiu, the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment who contributed the most, had passed away, and Mu Yao became the prime minister. .

At that time, there were rumors in the outside world: it was Mu Yao, a student of the former prime minister's Youyou, who planned to murder his teacher to get his position.

Because when he was found by his family after his death, his death was not peaceful.

Youyou was foaming at the mouth, eyes wide open, and left.And Mu Yao happened to be the last person to enter his room and visit him.

But Zhang Cherui still didn't believe it, or he didn't want to believe it.After being vilified for so long, he has begun to learn that everything is not just on the surface.

Sure enough, only a few days after the news spread, the prime minister's wife came forward to refute the rumors: "The prime minister died of natural causes. Mu Yao always respected his friends and took good care of our mother and child. Just frame him like this?"

See, the world follows the crowd as expected.Within a few days, those rumors gradually died down.

When Zhang Cherui visited Mu Yao, Mu Yao once sent him an invitation: "Do you want to do something with me?"

But this kindness was politely declined by Zhang Cherui: "Thank you, Prime Minister, for your kind words and appreciation, but let's forget it. After all, I am a person who is guilty and has a great impact on the prime minister's reputation, so there is no need to force it."

Mu Yao made a gesture of regret, but did not say anything to persuade him to stay.

Zhang Cherui saluted him, turned around and left the Prime Minister's Mansion.

One year after he was released from prison, Zhang Jerui used various channels to take out his last belongings and donated a small official of the Dali Temple to himself.Later, because of his outstanding political achievements, he was promoted to the official position of Minister of Dali Temple.

There are also many high-ranking officials who wanted to promote him to the imperial court by taking advantage of their previous friendship, but he shirked them all.So fine.

No?

Not really.

Zhang Cherui has been investigating the truth of that incident, but there has been no result—the expected result.

Justice may be late, and it may never be late.

But of what use is delayed justice to those who suffer the most?

The author has something to say: I am so tired, I revised the typesetting all morning, but I didn’t pass it for half a day. After looking at it, I don’t know why my Chapter 3 has not passed the review. It was obviously fine before.

☆, Vitex (seven)

"Master Zhang? Master Zhang Jerui?" Shan Yan looked at Zhang Jerui and looked at the paper book in his hand, laughed and scolded at the same time, and finally shed tears, and couldn't help calling out.

While calling "Master Zhang", Shan Yan tried his best to probe, trying to find out what clues were contained in the paper book.

Before Shan Yan came to Dali Temple, he had heard of "Zhang Jerui"'s great reputation, not entirely in praise, but there were also some who praised him as extravagantly hypnotized and supernatural.

All of them are ordinary people who have been helped by him to clarify their grievances, which is not an unacceptable evaluation.

And those who slandered him everywhere used the same excuse: he was thrown into prison for "treason" by the court, and he still refused to repent. , just escaped.

But he still spent five years in prison, and insisted not to take the blame, and confessed the location of his accomplice, General Yan, Yan Ci.

Such a person, after being released from prison, received invitations from many senior officials to create the future with them. The most incredible thing is that he actually refused.

Later, Dali Temple, which enforces the law impartially, also accepted his job application and promoted him to the post of Dali Temple Minister.

In general, all evaluations are that this is not advisable, and that is not advisable.

But when Shan Yan actually met Zhang Jerui, he realized that the rumors were both right and wrong.

Zhang Cherui was born with a pair of eagle-like sharp eyes, tall and thin.

His walking pace is neither light nor slow, calm and relaxed, and the hem of his clothes will obviously hang down.The whole person, compared to people of the same age, was abnormally thin.

"He is an old man who has weathered all kinds of hardships." Shan Yan's first reaction was actually this.He is over half a century old, with short, gray hair, and a lifeless look, indifferent to the things around him.

But when Zhang Cherui saw the ledger, he finally showed some emotions that normal human beings should have.

Shan Yan: "Master Zhang"

Zhang Jerui responded, "What's the matter?"

Shan Yan: "Nothing."

With trembling hands, Zhang Cherui turned to the records on the next page: "Jia Chou was born two years ago, on the ninth day of the first lunar month, Shen Wen, with a total of 10 taels of silver, four died, and three lost troops."

Shen Wen, in the second year of Jiachou Fengsheng's life, was the left minister of the court, and one of the initiators of that transportation plan.

After the plan failed, within half a year, Shen Wen hung a three-foot white silk on a beam at home and hanged himself.

At that time, Zhang Cherui was the person in charge of the case, but the person in charge of the investigation was the judge of Dali Temple, Shen Yuan, Shen Wen's half-brother.

The relationship between the Shen family brothers has always been notoriously bad, because Shen Wen's father brought his concubine, who was three months pregnant, into the mansion just after his mother passed away, but did not give her the status of the main wife.

And when their father passed away, the Shen family's property and hereditary official positions were all given to Shen Wen, and nothing was left to Shen Yuan's mother and son.

So Shen Yuan was naturally dissatisfied, and even united with relatives at home many times to go up to the gate of Shen's house and make a big noise, forcing Shen Wen to share the family's property.

Shen Wen was so quarreled that he had no choice but to keep it private.He donated money to Shen Yuan's official position in Dali Temple, and gave nearly half of his property to Shen Yuan's mother and son, the turmoil finally calmed down for the time being.

Shen Wen left a letter at the scene of suicide, confessing that he was also partly responsible for the case back then, because he couldn't bear the torment of his conscience, so he committed suicide in fear of crime and identified the mastermind.

Although Zhang Juerui was the discoverer of this letter, before he could read it, Shen Yuan took it away in the name of evidence and turned it in.

At that time, he was still a suspect serving in Dali Temple under the name of "reeducation through labor". He couldn't be compared with Shen Yuan, who was in power at that time and overshadowed the sky with one hand.

Soon, Shen Wen was sentenced by Shen Yuan on the charge of "suspected treason", but because he was dead, his body was dug out of the grave, flogged, Ling Chi, and after the execution, he was thrown into the chaos. Among the burial mounds.

However, Shen Yuan was promoted by the emperor to the Ministry of Punishment in the name of killing relatives with righteousness and actively handling cases, and became a hands-off shopkeeper.

At that time, Zhang Jerui was still a common people struggling at the bottom, an ordinary guard and catcher of Dali Temple.

Zhang Cherui brushed the page with his hand, then turned down, thinking silently: "I really can't see that Mu Yao cares so much about the details. All the cases he committed, all the details of the crimes, are roughly summarized. Key words and specific dates are marked. It’s almost like deliberately publicizing your own crimes, and most of the cases are related to yourself.”

This is also very noticeable, as if someone had left clues for them.

Zhang Cherui looked at a line on the next page: "Jiayin Fengsheng three years, August [-]th, Shen Yuan, a total of two taels of silver."

Even if he didn't respect the deceased, it wasn't suitable for this occasion, but Zhang Cherui couldn't help laughing.

After all, the records of the previous cases all started with ten thousand yuan in silver, and only Shen Yuan's personal life was counted in single-digit units, which made Zhang Zerui laugh very happily.

Shan Yan couldn't help but leaned over again, trying to take another look or two.

This time, Zhang Cherui didn't hide anything anymore, and showed him and Bai Hang who found the clue openly.

Shan Yan stared at the paper for most of the day, and the twenty words were already familiar to him, and there was a sense of familiarity for no reason.

Bai Hang also looked at it for a while, and suddenly exclaimed: "Isn't it the case from five years ago?"

"What case?" Shan Yan was still a little dazed, and asked foolishly.

Bai Hang couldn't help supporting his forehead, stretched out his hand and patted Shan Yan's forehead, looked at Zhang Cherui, and asked hopefully, "Master Zhang, am I right?"

Zhang Cherui nodded with a smile, Shan Yan couldn't stand them playing riddles in front of him all the time, so he had to rack his brains to search for major cases related to Jiayinnian in his memory.

But there was still no result, so he had to look at Zhang Cherui for help.

Zhang Jerui enlightened him very thoughtfully: "At that time, the imperial palace was holding a grand banquet..."

After what he said, Shan Yan finally recalled this incident from the few remaining memories.

It happened to be the emperor's 35th birthday at that time, and Shan Yan happened to be ill that day and was absent.I asked Bai Hang to take over for him, and that