Huang Chong, the imperial censor, was worried: "It's such a big fuss? I'm afraid..." Although Jin's crime was serious, it would not put the whole family in jail. Pan Zhuqing's actions clearly meant to eradicate the root cause.
Pan Zhuqing thought to himself: "Now that he has come in, how can I prevent him from copying anything?"
But he only said lightly: "Just do it."
On the fourth day of the confiscation of the house, the emperor's desk listed all the poetry and copywriting of Jin's poems. On it were lines with the meaning of disloyalty to the court that were personally annotated by Pan Zhuqing. In fact, Lord Jin did not have the courage to write any anti-poetry.
It was just an occasional inappropriate choice of words that offended the emperor's taboo. It was actually harmless, but now it was infinitely amplified and distorted by Pan Zhuqing, and it turned into an anti-poetry to incite scribes.
These are nothing, the most serious thing is a so-called secret letter sandwiched in these poems. It is just a few lines, but it is like thunder, shocking the emperor.
The content translated into vernacular is very simple: In a few days, brother, I will persuade the emperor to give up the throne. You and the general don't have to do anything. Staying home when you are sick is the greatest help to me, Lao Luo.
The letter is stamped with the seal of the late Mr. Luo.
In fact, if the emperor thought about it carefully, he would find obvious loopholes and doubts. No matter how awesome Mr. Luo was, he would not write a letter of rebellion, and he would dare to stamp it with a seal.
Pan Zhuqing also understood this, but without this seal, the letter would not be convincing at all and would be rejected at first glance. Moreover, he was sure that after the emperor read the letter, he would never think so much about it and immediately
He would kill all the remnants of the rebel party. Because the rebellion had done such serious damage to the emperor's mind, he would not allow himself to let go of anyone suspicious.
Sure enough, the bet given to Pan Zhuqing won. The Kim family disappeared from the political arena within a few days. The Kim couple and all the men were killed without mercy, and the women were all released as slaves.
Although Pan Zhuqing did not clearly write who the "general" was when he forged the letter. But the emperor recalled the situation at that time and thought about which general Mr. Jin was usually close to, and he could guess it almost instantly.
Probably. Besides Wei Tingyue, who else was the general who was ill at home at that time?
But since there was no name in the letter, the emperor had no reason to do anything to him, but resentment suddenly arose. He immediately summoned Pan Zhuqing to discuss countermeasures with him. Pan Zhuqing first pretended to be stupid and said a few nice words for Wei Tingyue in a symbolic way.
The emperor came up with a plan - he summoned Wei Tingyue's children into the palace and detained them on the pretext of accompanying the little princess. The next day, Wei Tingyue's military power was successfully removed.
When the news reached the border, Zhao Changyuan was also greatly shocked. "Pan Zhuqing is really not simple. In just a few days, he crushed the power of the Wei family to pieces."
He Yong asked in confusion: "Marshal, what do you mean by that? Didn't Wei Tingyue and the man named Jin bring it upon themselves?"
Zhao Changyuan stood up from the table, walked to him and whispered in his ear: "Think about it, what is the relationship between Wei Tingyue and the emperor, and what is his relationship with the man named Luo? What reason does he have to help the man named Luo rebel? And what's the reason?
Who is that person surnamed Jin? How could Mr. Luo write to him personally?"
He Yong's expression changed and he understood the mystery: "You mean...don't the emperor think so?"
Zhao Changyuan shook his head and sighed: "The emperor was already suspicious of his relatives. Even if he didn't believe it, Pan Zhuqing gave him the determination to eradicate Wei Tingyue this time."
"I see."
"We must be careful of Pan Zhuqing in the future." Although it was Wei Tingyue who took the lead this time, Pan Zhuqing's vicious methods and cold-heartedness really made Zhao Changyuan look at him with suspicion. As the saying goes, you can't have the intention of harming others, and guard against others.
He couldn't help but decided not to take Pan Zhuqing lightly anymore.
He Yong suddenly thought of something and asked hesitantly: "Then his brother..."
Zhao Changyuan said without hesitation: "Pan Jingyuan and his brother are completely opposite people. He is upright and aboveboard. I trust him."
In fact, Zhao Changyuan still underestimated Pan Zhuqing. It should be said that everyone including Gong Yueyue, Pan Jingyuan, Pan Yu... everyone underestimated him.
"Young Master!" Xue Jiu, who was on the hospital bed, had recovered greatly from his injuries after several days of recovery.
Pan Zhuqing also felt the spring breeze blowing on her face, and her face changed from the decadent and haggard face of the past few days, becoming more rosy and healthy. "This time I have suffered a lot for you, but you have done a great job."
The two looked at each other and smiled, their thoughts going back to the morning when Han Xianer fell from the building, by the window on the second floor of the Zhenbao Building.
At that time, Xue Jiu handed the beads to Pan Zhuqing, and the master and servant took their orders. Pan Zhuqing asked Xue Jiu in a low voice: "No one saw it, right?"
Xue Jiu shook his head: "I'll do the work, don't worry."
Pan Zhuqing immediately asked him: "Why did this woman die?"
Xue Jiu took a sip of tea, leaned in front of him and said in a low voice: "Young Master, I was just about to tell you, when I just entered her room to talk to her, guess who I saw?"
"who?"
"The wife named Jin is lying under the bed."
Pan Zhuqing immediately realized what had happened, and said with a smile: "Oh, this woman really can't keep her temper. But it's okay, it saves us having to do it again. If the woman named Han doesn't die today, she won't survive the next one anyway.
Yue, who told her to listen to those things she shouldn't have heard?"
Just after he finished speaking, Xue Jiu pointed to the bottom of the window and said, "Master, look, Mrs. Jin is below."
Pan Zhuqing looked in the direction of his finger, and sure enough he saw Mrs. Jin's figure in the crowd. Slowly, his eyes became more and more focused, and finally he was filled with smiles.
That night, Pan and Xue dressed in night clothes and sneaked into Yihong Building.
"Master, what are we looking for?"
Pan Zhuqing made a silence gesture to him and came to Han Xianer's bedside quietly: "You said she was lying here at the time?"
"Yes, right here." Xue Jiu didn't know why and stared at the door nervously.
Pan Zhuqing leaned down, explored under the bed, and touched the edge of the bed frame. Finally, he showed a proud smile: "God is really helping me." After saying that, he took out a pearl the size of a quail egg.
Early the next morning, Xue Jiu recruited a professional technician.
"What is Master Jiu's order?"
"Tomorrow you go to the Yamen to report someone."
"who?"
"Master Jiu, I am."
When the dust settled, Pan Zhuqing became a close minister of the emperor in a blink of an eye. Of course, the emperor's uncle would not really like him as much as he liked Zhao Changyuan, but the court needed his iron-blooded skills to help the royal family eliminate the crosscurrents in the court.
It was a scene of early spring in the Royal Garden that day, with flowers, birds, fish and insects just about to stir. But the dispute in the carp pond and pavilion really ruined the scenery.
A little girl who was only fifteen or sixteen years old was kneeling in front of another woman with gorgeous clothes and beautiful appearance, crying and begging: "Princess, please forgive me! I know I was wrong! Please spare me, my slave..."
The princess was sitting on a bench in the pavilion, with a small face and a pair of almond-shaped eyes full of anger. Her sharp voice seemed to shake the four-pillar pavilion before she would give up. "Spare your life? If I spare your life today, I will spare you this bitch."
Life, who will pay for my jade pendant?"
The little girl was frightened out of her mind. Less than half a year after the prince-in-law died of illness, Princess Rongning's temper became more and more violent. Now if she makes a mistake, she is very likely to end her life. "Princess, please forgive me, I still have an elderly mother at home."
, please don’t kill this slave..." Her voice was pitiful, and her little body was trembling under the princess’s knees.
"Humph! This is the only thought that the consort has left for me. Now that it has been broken by a cheap slave like you, do you think it is possible for me to spare you?" The princess did not feel sorry for this girl at all, but she felt resentful.
It's hard to calm down, every word seems to be jumping out from between the teeth. Looking at the guards standing stupidly outside the pavilion, I feel even more angry. "Why are you still standing there? Drag him out and kill him with a stick!"
Two guards, one on the left and one on the right, drove the poor girl away from the carp pond. After not walking far, they saw Pan Zhuqing, who was wearing a third-grade official uniform and was led by Eunuch Su, walking towards him, as if he was going to the emperor's palace. These few days
The Japanese emperor was ill and could only summon important ministers in the front hall of his palace.
When the two groups of people were about to pass by, the girl suddenly grabbed Pan Zhuqing's robe, stopped him in the moment, and cried with tears streaming down his face, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Sir...sir, please save this slave...Sir, please save this slave..."
…grown ups……"
Pan Zhuqing didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but he had recently figured out the emperor's preferences. When the emperor was in power, he hated the ministers being in trouble and being indifferent and indifferent. After all, this was under the eyes of the emperor. If it was spread to the ears of the emperor,
It would definitely be detrimental to the image he had finally built up. He thought for a few seconds and then decided to ask more: "Wait a minute, where are you taking her?"
The guards were unwilling to do such an immoral job, so they reported to him as if they were relieved: "If I get back to Master Pan, Princess Rongning has an order to kill her with a stick!"
Pan Zhuqing narrowed his eyes, frowned slightly and asked, "Can I ask what happened?"
"This slave accidentally broke the late consort's jade pendant!"
Pan Zhuqing raised his eyebrows and asked coldly: "Is this going to cost her her life? What a child's play!" This reaction was not that he was pretending, it was indeed beyond his cognition.
When the guard saw him asking questions with a cold face, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed: "Reply...to my lord...this is the princess's wish..."
Seeing that there seemed to be a glimmer of life left, the girl was not willing to let it go easily. She knelt under Pan Zhuqing's knees and cracked her forehead with "dong dong dong" several times. "Sir, please save this slave... I have an old mother... I have an old mother...
I don’t want to die…”
Pan Zhuqing couldn't help but feel a pity in his heart. He glanced at the two guards with cold eyes and said loudly: "Let's put this matter aside for now. I will make a decision after I see the emperor."
"Hey, who is so bold, using the emperor's brother to suppress me?" This sharp voice made several people frown slightly.
Pan Zhuqing still looked calm and calm as he spoke to her, but his eyes seemed to be looking away. "We have always admired the prince-in-law as a benevolent and righteous man. If he knew in heaven that the princess would do whatever she wanted for a mere dead thing.
How would you feel if you take someone's life?" At this moment, he regretted interfering in such nosy matters. Rong Ning, a woman who usually made him feel a little inappropriate just by hearing her name, was now forced to squat.