Li Tengkong said: "I'm here to ask how to save you? Well... because I think the right minister did something wrong..."

"There will be someone who will protect me. After I am released from prison, I will go to Yuzhen Temple to express my gratitude to you."

"Will you come?"

"Well, look at Jiaonu." Xue Bai said, "Go back."

Li Tengkong turned around and saw that Jiaonu was not looking here, as if he had nowhere to go, holding his shoulders with both hands, trying to shrink his body, with a suffocated expression on his face.

Because Xue Bai meant it as a joke, she couldn't help but laugh too.

"Then, I'm leaving."

Li Tengkong glanced back at Xue Bai, then floated away in his Taoist robe.

…

"What a good woman." Yuan Jie praised, not knowing that she was Ge Nu's daughter.

Du Fu couldn't help but miss his wife and children at home, and murmured in a catchy poetic way: "I pity the little children from afar, but I still remember Chang'an."

"It's too late to come when there is a beauty. The sun is setting and the beauty is fading. I dare to support myself and think about myself." Huangfu Ran then used Sima Xiangru's poem to hit Xue Bai.

Du Wulang was more blunt, saying: "Xue Bai, you are too cold to others."

"I should have been more indifferent to her." Xue Bai could still vaguely smell the remaining fragrance, knowing that Li Tengkong was different from Yang Yuyao and Du Jin, and it would be much more troublesome once the girl's love was provoked.

"Why?"

"Can't marry."

"The family background doesn't match?" Du Wulang shook his head, "It's not right for you to do this. This young lady is willing to come to a place like this to see you, so you should try your best to fight for her."

"I also have something to do. I told you that a man should respect himself."

"No matter how much you respect yourself, you can't respect yourself towards Lady Zong." Du Wulang hated iron and said, "I have an uncle in the clan who longs for a young lady who is engaged, so he is willing to sacrifice his future for this young lady."

Xue Bai was too lazy to talk to him anymore.

Du Fu stroked his beard and sighed: "There is a nephew in my clan who has a mutual affection for the daughter of a traitorous minister and has decided to leave the world behind."

"Ah? That's..." Du Wulang was stunned, turned around and saw Du Fu nodded.

There was nothing else going on in the prison, so we just chatted leisurely.

In the evening, the jailers brought meals, which actually matched the food packages they had given them, and there were no arbitrary deductions.

Du Wulang felt that something was missing.

It wasn't until the early morning of the next day that a jailer came in and took a prisoner in Cell C out for execution. His expression immediately changed.

"It's broken. I even forgot that we will also be tortured to extract confessions..."

"Do you think we are cruel officials?!"

A jailer walked in with a straight face and an upright appearance.

"Dali Temple handles cases and only talks about evidence. The reason why we take you and others is because you and others appeared in Li Shi's villa and were routinely inspected for evidence. Can you accept it?"

"Not convinced."

Xue Bai spit out two words cleanly.

The jailer suddenly felt the pressure, but pretended not to hear, and said in a deep voice: "Xue Bai, Du Qi, you two entered the villa in the afternoon that day, and you didn't stay for an hour. It has nothing to do with this case, so you can leave."

The iron lock was unlocked and the prison door was opened.

Xue Bai refused to leave. Instead, he sat down in the thatch and said, "Since we came together, we must go together."

~~

Right Prime Minister's Mansion.

Li Linfu was rarely behind the screen. Instead, he walked to the window and stood with his hands behind his hands, looking up at the sun that was gradually setting toward the west outside the window.

"What time is it?"

"Back to Prime Minister, it's almost the time of You."

While talking, Luo Xishi hurried over and reported: "Right Prime Minister, Xue Bai still refuses to leave. He insists on letting Dali Temple Lian Yuanjie and others be released together."

"No." This time, Wang Zhi was also in the hall and said in a deep voice: "Yuan Jie is a key figure in the Chunwei troubles. If he is released, the majesty of the Youxiang Mansion will be greatly damaged. The princes think that they will be cured with one move.

Be aggressive. Who will be afraid of being implicated in Li Shi's case, losing control of the situation, and getting burned."

"Right Prime Minister, the young eunuch said that if Xue Bai can't be found again, he will have no choice but to return to the palace to resume his duties. I will tell the truth to the saint."

"Just drive Xue Bai out."

"How can this be done? He will not enter the palace unless Yuan Jie and others are released."

"Then the saint is also blamed, can he escape?!"

"I have exhausted all the means to scare him, including threats and inducements." Luo Xishi said: "This beast is stubborn and refuses to leave the Dali Temple Prison."

"What's the point of this? Yuan Jie and others openly gathered together to stay overnight at Li Shi's house. The evidence is conclusive!"

Luo Xishi's face became more and more bitter, and he bowed and said: "We act according to the rules, but Xue Bai is unreasonable and is completely a shameless scoundrel!"

Yang Zhao said: "Once the curfew is imposed, it will be difficult to enter and exit the Daming Palace gate."

Everyone knew that the saint planned to play dominoes all night long. If he didn't make arrangements quickly, the whole night would become a time for the saint to accumulate anger.

"when."

In the hall, the clepsydra dripped out and made a clear sound, indicating that the hour of Unity had arrived.

Li Linfu is still waiting. He has sent someone to the Daming Palace to make a request and is waiting for the saint to agree.

Finally, Cang Bi hurried over and reported: "Alang, there is someone coming from the palace. The saint has summoned him."

Li Linfu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let him go."

"Right Prime Minister." Wang Zhi still wanted to persuade him again.

Jinke was on the list of candidates reviewed by him, the censor Zhongcheng, and he knew very well the dire consequences if the situation could not be calmed down.

Li Linfu waved his hand and said: "I will personally enter the palace to calm the situation."

"Can……"

"That's enough!" Li Linfu rarely scolded Wang Zhi: "There are thousands of things in the world, but none of them is more important than the mood of the saint!"

~~

The sun sets in the west.

A group of people were trekking on the official road heading north.

Yan Zhuang turned around for the last time and squinted his eyes in the setting sun, only to see that the magnificent Chang'an City had become a black outline.

He felt empty in his heart. He had spent half of his family wealth on this trip, and all he felt was immense disappointment.

…

In Chang'an City, Ping Yan looked at his essays again and again, firmly believing that as long as there was a re-examination, Jin Ke would pass.

He heard that Li Shizhi and Yuan Jie, who had advocated for a re-examination, had been arrested, but he was still holding on to luck and wanted to wait for definite news.

…

In the dark torture chamber.

Zhang Tongru gasped in pain and was finally let down from the torture rack.

He behaved very timidly, and the jailers allowed him to summon his fellow villagers to go home.

When he walked out of Jingzhao Mansion Prison, he saw several corpses lying on carts.

The young Hao Changyuan was dead, lying on his back with his eyes wide open, as if he was watching the clouds in the sky recede.

Zhang Tongru stepped forward and reached out to touch Hao Changyuan's eyes, but he still couldn't close them, so he had to cry loudly with guilt.

…

Changlefang, the residence of Li Shi.

With a "poof", the corpses were thrown into a pile in the front yard like sacks.

"Search carefully! We found evidence of Li Shizhi's rebellion!"

Yang Zhao shouted, squinted his eyes, and picked up a golden bead from the crack in the stone.

…

Apart from these, the Tang Dynasty was still prosperous.

Pieces of exquisite silk were moved into Taifu's treasury, and piles of brocade were piled up; bags of grain were filled in various warehouses, and the rice was dripping with fat; one after another, the canal boats sailed to Guangyuntan Wharf, loaded with Jianghuai's

tribute.

The city of Chang'an is extremely majestic, with twelve streets demarcating markets as neat as a vegetable patch, and hundreds of thousands of houses scattered like a chess game.
To be continued...