After Yuan Zhan sent Wen Yu back, he did not go home.The carriage turned around and headed towards the palace.

Xie Yu was accompanying Empress Dowager Xiao at this time.

Xiao Jia wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, "Yu'er, my elder brother has worked hard all his life, and now he's gone like this. I don't even know how he got away, whether he was murdered by an adulterer or not."

Xie Yu patted Xiao Jia's shoulder lightly, and said in relief, "Auntie and Uncle wouldn't want to see you look so sad. I promise you, I will find out the truth."

Xiao Jia looked at Xie Yu, "Yu Er, you have grown up."

Xiao Jia's face was already a little old, the wrinkles crawled up the corners of the eyes, and the eye sockets were already red and swollen from crying.

Xie Yu let out a long sigh, "Don't worry, you must not hurt yourself because of this."

Xiao Bochong is his own uncle, and even Da Qi's minister.When Xie Yu got along with Xiao Bochong in the past, there was a sadness on the brow.

Xiao Bochong is different from his ignorant son who is still in prison in Dali Temple.Never used this identity to do anything detrimental to the Xie family or the Xiao family.

It's just his son, Xiao Mengcheng who dared to sell private salt.

When Xiao Mengcheng's sale of private salt was exposed, Xiao Bo was furious, and even personally asked for his son to be executed. At that time, Xie Yu was still hesitating. If the Queen Mother hadn't pleaded for mercy, Xiao Mengcheng might have been beheaded for public display.

Xie Yu was thinking about how to deal with Xiao Mengcheng, now that Xiao Bochong had passed away, and his uncle had only one son.But Concubine Xiao Gui in his palace had just become pregnant, within a month or so, Xiao Bochong died at home.

This is also too coincidental.

My uncle's health has not been very good in the past year, but he has sent the imperial physician to diagnose it many times, and it is not a problem to live another five or six years.If it is properly adjusted, ten years is not impossible.

I don't believe that Xiao Bochong's death was just an accident, and I don't know how Yuan Zhan found out today.

Xie Yu glanced at the sky and was about to leave.

It was also a coincidence that Xiao Jia said, "Yu'er, now that my elder brother has passed away, only my sister-in-law is left in the big family. The Xiao family is already thin. My elder sister left first, and my elder brother left again. In our generation,Now it’s just me.”

Xie Yu's eyelashes trembled slightly, "Don't worry too much."

Xiao Jia sighed, "Our Xiao family is also suffering. Yu'er, it's not that my aunt doesn't know the rules, but Meng Cheng has been in prison for two years. This kid already knew he was wrong. Let him out..”

Xie Yu pursed his lips with a firm attitude: "We have discussed this matter many times before. Xiao Mengcheng sold private salt, and even secretly colluded with other salt merchants in an attempt to control the price of salt in Daqi.For uncle's sake, it is against the law to be magnanimous and let him live."

"Auntie, you should be clear that the country cannot be ruled out."

Before Xie Yu's words fell to the ground, Xiao Jia had already stood up from the chair, and knelt down for Xie Yu with a bang.

Xie Yu asked in surprise, "What are you doing?"

"Yu'er, if you don't agree truthfully, then I won't get up."

The veins on Xie Yu's forehead are about to pop out, why, is this Empress Dowager Xiao planning to use the word "filial piety" to suppress him again?

"After all, your body is not young anymore. The autumn is frosty and the ground is cold. You'd better get up quickly, so as not to fall into the root of the disease in the future."

Xiao Jia heard the refusal in Xie Yu's words, she pushed Xie Yu's hand away to help her up, as if she was planning to kowtow to Xie Yu.

Fuck, if the historian sees it, I don't know what to write about me.

"Auntie, get up first, and I will think about this matter again. If you continue to behave like this, it will not only hurt your child's heart, but also cut off your nephew's way."

Xie Yu's expression became more and more indifferent, and there was a lot of threat in it.

Xie Yu walked back to the bedroom, and an eunuch hurried in, knelt on the ground, "Your Majesty, Master Yuan Zhan, the Young Minister of Dali Temple, please see me."

Yuan Zhan, come so late, is there something wrong today?

"Tell him to wait for me outside the imperial study."

The next day, Dali Temple.

She stepped on to Dali Temple, which should be the latest time since she took office.

Wen Yu didn't fall asleep for a long time last night, and she barely fell asleep until she finally figured out something.However, because of this, he had no sleep all night and slept very comfortably. After waking up this morning, his whole body was full of strength, which was completely different from the feeling of lack of energy yesterday.

Wen Yu couldn't help but lamented his innocence again.

She has been in Yi Xin for nearly a year, and she is the magistrate of a county who monopolizes power. Most people have to do things according to their own faces, even if they are intrigues, there are ways to punish them.

But Gyeonggi is different after all.

Since Dali Temple Minister and Shaoqing are inseparable from the Yuan family, Fang Chunming, who has been in Dali Temple for so many years and has a good relationship with these two, is naturally also from the Yuan family.

Yuan Zhan, as the son of Yuan Jingchang, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, is also the son of the legitimate son, but he deliberately protects himself. After all, Yuan Zhan's performance is very obvious. She is neither stupid nor blind, so it can be seen naturally.Wen Yu thought about it, could it be that last year he was off the horse to survive, and the two of them went through hardships together, so he took care of himself.In any case, she did owe Yuan Zhan another favor.

Fang Chunming's position is not considered low. Apart from Yuan Zhan, the only person who can directly appoint him is Dali Siqing.

Wen Yu's guess is bold, but it is not without basis.

While thinking, she flipped through the files, casually put back the files she had finished reading, and took out a new one.

Anyway, now that she was wary of Fang Chunming, she was naturally not as good as before and allowed the other party to deceive her.It's just that it's too late for her to withdraw from this case, so she might as well do her best to give the higher-ups a satisfactory answer.

What Fang Chunming said yesterday was not unreasonable. This case is both a danger and an opportunity.

Wen Yu put down the file in her hand and knocked on Yuan Zhan's door.

"Yuan Shaoqing, I have something to report."

"Come in." Yuan Zhan didn't look up, he kept staring at a piece of yellowed paper, studying something, with an extremely serious expression.

Wen Yu told the truth about yesterday's speculation.

"The relationship between Xiao Bochong and his wife is indeed not as good as the outside rumors." Yuan Zhan raised his eyebrows, put down the paper in his hand, raised his eyelids, and glanced at Wen Yu with some appreciation.

"In the beginning, it was Mrs. Xiao who went to the Queen Mother to plead for mercy, so she was able to protect Xiao Meng, but it was inevitable that she would be imprisoned. Xiao Bochong, the father, did not do anything."

Wen Yu concealed her shock. From this point of view, Mrs. Xiao did have a reason to kill Xiao Bochong.However, Wen Yu continued to ask: "Uncle Xiao Guo drinks medicine every day, so what kind of poison can be detected from it?"

Yuan Zhan handed the yellowed paper in his hand to Wen Yu, "This is the prescription. The prescription was prescribed by someone from the Imperial Hospital, and the medicinal materials were taken from His Majesty's treasury."

"Xiao Bochong didn't drink any medicine before he died yesterday, and Wu Zuo had inspected it at that time, and there was no toxin left in Xiao Bochong's mouth."

Yuan Zhan said casually: "Perhaps, even an autopsy cannot find the real cause of Xiao Bochong's death. In the end, it is most likely that the case was closed by accidental death."

Wen Yu frowned: "But it is obvious that Xiao Bochong did not die normally."

Yuan Zhan took a look at Wen Zhen and shook his head, "Uncle Xiao Guo has a special status. How did he die and who killed him? It's not about the facts, but about the thoughts of the higher authorities."

A little sarcasm flashed in Wen Yu's eyes, tsk, imperial power society.

"I already reported this matter to the Holy One last night. Whether Dali Temple can dissect Xiao Bochong, we will know before tomorrow."

Wen Yu nodded, looking forward to new progress tomorrow.

Yuan Zhan tore up the yellowed rice paper and threw it into the stove, and said casually: "Xiao Bochong is dead, and Xiao Mengcheng is the only man left in the Xiao family."

Wen Yu resigned and left, and as soon as he turned around, he heard Yuan Zhan's seemingly unintentional words.The male of the Xiao family, she seemed to understand Yuan Zhan's implication.

Xiao Mengcheng is the only male in the Xiao family, as long as the Empress Dowager Xiao doesn't want to lose her natal family's help, she will get Xiao Mengcheng out of prison no matter how hard she tries.

The beneficiary of Xiao Bochong's death is clear at a glance.Although it is said that the prince breaks the law and the common people are equally guilty, this sentence has been a joke from ancient times to the present, and there are almost no dynasties that really practice this sentence.

If this is the truth, Wen Yu sighed softly, then it really has nothing to do with them in Dali Temple.

The next day, the emperor sent a message to Yuan Zhan, saying that Uncle Xiao was a minister of Da Qi, and it would be disrespectful to dissect his body after his death.

This case, on the surface, seems to be over like this.

Wen Yu thought so too, after all, on the day Xiao Bochong was buried, his son Xiao Mengcheng was released.

Wen Yu didn't know whether the emperor and the queen mother were involved, but it was obvious that the personnel involved in handling the case in Dali Temple had no rewards or punishments.

Lu Youzhi's house.

Wen Yu and Lu Youzhi were burning firewood with hot wine on the fire. They sat in the courtyard, just like in the past in the farmyard of Lu Youzhi in the countryside, warming their hands and talking.

The surrounding sky is already dark, the warm yellow flames are jumping, and the sparks of the wood burning are crackling.

Lu Youzhi took the wine down with an iron clip, not afraid of being scalded, he touched the bottle, nodded with satisfaction, and poured a bowl for Wen Yu in the blink of an eye.

"Drink and warm your body. It's getting colder and colder today."

Wen Yu took it with both hands, was scalded, and put down the wine bowl in a hurry.

"Teacher, this is too hot. You are trying to burn your own student to death."

Lu Youzhi clicked his tongue twice, "You're hot, you look like you just now, frowning and motionless. If it wasn't for being hot, I would have thought you were a dummy."

"Not frowning." Wen Yu muttered in a low voice.

It was rare for Lu Youzhi not to drink, he stroked his beard and said, "Oh, I understand, you think there are too many dirty secrets in this Capital City, and you are disappointed."

Wen Yu immediately shook her head when she heard his words and retorted: "You think too much, I have no right to be disappointed."

Lu Youzhi glanced at her, then flicked her head hard, "Teacher, what are you doing? Did I do anything wrong?"

"Heng Qi, you child, do you think that the teacher is just a nominal minister of the Ministry of war and is useless?"

"What are you talking about?" Wen Yu lowered her head and bent her hands, without raising her head.

Lu Youzhi sighed, and patted Wen Yu's head, "Since you don't think so, then you've been in Capital City for so long, don't you feel a little wronged, why never tell the old man. Do you think the old man won't giveAre you in your early years? Or do you think that if you don't say anything, I, a rough old man, won't know. "

Lu Youzhi felt both sad and proud.

He did the math, time flies, he and Heng Qi have known each other for almost ten years, this child almost grew up by himself.

He didn't miss it either, Heng Qi was a good boy and could be a good official.But it's too easy to soften his heart. If he himself really passed away, Hengqi's temperament is the most likely to be used by someone with a heart. Now he can help her block it, and then what about in the future.

Lu Youzhi patted Wen Yu's head, his old eyes were full of worry.Heng Qi had to get rid of this temper, he had to find a way.

"Heng Qi, there are no outsiders today, old man, I cleared out all the servants here. Let's have a good chat, master and apprentice, for example Fang Chunming, for example Xiao Bochong?"

Wen Yu tried to hold back the tears that were about to overflow her eyes, and hummed, wait a minute, what did the teacher just say, Fang Chunming, Xiao Bochong?Wen Yu raised her head subconsciously and looked at Lu Youzhi.

The old man's face was full of the kind of proud little expression that he came to ask me quickly and I knew everything, which made Wen Yu laugh out loud.

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Old man Lu couldn't stand it any longer, and wanted to make a move.