Cen Zhongheng lowered his head and rushed towards the pillars in the hall. If he was nearly sixty years old, he would probably have blood splattered and died immediately on the spot. Everyone exclaimed in surprise but there was no time to stop him.

When he was talking, he saw a leg stretching out from behind the pillar and kicking Cen Zhongheng on the shoulder. Cen Zhongheng stepped back and sat on the ground.

A head poked out from behind the pillar and said to Cen Zhongheng: "Doctor Cen, you have fallen into the cesspool. How can you be honest? I think you can be killed by death? If you still have some conscience, you should do what a censor should do. You are not afraid of death and you have anything to be afraid of!"

Cen Zhongheng was extremely embarrassed and angry when he was inspired by Yan Wei's words. He kowtowed three times to Wu Zetian in his heart, stood up and bowed: "Sage, I want to impeach Lai Junchen to deceive the king and be corrupt, illegal, frame loyal and kind, and restrain his words... He also forcibly robbed the women of the people, blackmailed merchants, and killed innocent people indiscriminately. All the ministers have been recorded in the case and have evidence to investigate. I beg the saint to demote Lai Junchen's official position and hand it over to Dali Temple for interrogation and judgment to correct the court's rules."

Cen Zhongheng's words were passionate, but Wu Zetian looked calm, because she knew everything about Cen Zhongheng's words, and even her tacit approval.

It was because the ministers in the court knew that Wu Zetian had agreed that no one dared to impeach Lai Junchen openly. If he had not been forced into a dead end, Cen Zhongheng would not have done this today.

Wu Zetian said lightly: "I know what Cen Aiqing said. Go back and sort out the collected evidence and hand it over to me."

When Cen Zhongheng heard this, he felt like a scoop of cold water. The enthusiasm in his eyes faded away quickly and he replied weakly: "Abide by the order, I have surrendered."

He staggered up and retreated, his waist hunched like a shrimp. When he turned around, Lai Junchen was furious and provoked him. Cen Zhongheng turned a blind eye to him, as if a numb zombie had left Zichen Hall.

There was a silence in the hall, and Wu Zetian suddenly said, "Why haven't Di Renjie arrived yet?"

Cao Ke'er went outside the hall and asked and reported, "Di Renjie has arrived, and the palace servant is helping him wash."

Wu Zetian ordered: "Xiaoyue went to the back hall to choose a suitable set of new clothes from my closet, so she could not wear eunuch's clothes as well."

In ancient times, the clothes were generous, and Di Renjie was not a fat man in the TV series. Di Renjie could wear Wu Zetian's clothes. Not long after Qi Xiaoyue went out with her clothes, she took Di Renjie back.

Di Renjie was no longer in prison. He changed into a long cardigan and looked refreshed. Wu Zetian immediately stood up to greet him without waiting for Di Renjie to salute him. She sighed and said, "It's me who was confused and made Huaiying suffer!"

Di Renjie patted his chest and abdomen and smiled: "The saint does not need to be guilty. I am not doing well. I have eaten and used a lot in prison these months and have gained weight."

"Huaiying doesn't blame me, but I can't think that it hasn't happened. See I'll vent my anger for you!" Wu Zetian turned his head and ordered, "Tie Lai Junchen and beat him twenty times!"

The guards outside the hall rushed in and pressed Lai Junchen to the ground. Lai Junchen did not struggle and allowed the guards to strip his official uniform and tie his hands and feet.

Wu Zetian ordered: "Just execute the punishment in the palace!"

The guard took a five-foot-long vine and raised it high, sucked it hard towards Lai Junchen's back. Don't underestimate the vine that is only the size of a finger. Although it is not as easy as a stick to kill people, it feels much more painful when it hits it on the body than a stick.

"ah!"

In just a moment, Lai Junchen screamed like a pig-killing scream. A bright red blood immediately appeared on his snow-white shirt. It was clear that the flesh on his back must have been scattered without looking.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!…"

Lai Junchen screamed and rolled on the ground in pain, but the force on the guards' hands became more and more fierce. He subconsciously avoided Lai Junchen's head and face, and every stroke must leave a bright blood mark on his body.

After only ten hits, Junchen fainted from pain. The guards still did not stop until they finished all twenty strokes. Then they stopped and dragged Junchen out in the future.

Wu Zetian patted Di Renjie on the shoulder like an old friend, "This is the only way to go now. I hope Huaiying can understand my difficulties. You have been in prison for several months, and I believe your family is very anxious. I won't leave you for food. Go home."

Di Renjie bowed and said, "Thank you for your understanding, I will take your leave now."

He had just taken a step back and stopped again: "There is another person, can the saint let him go?"

Wu Zetian smiled and said, "Huaiying is still the nostalgic person."

"If I had received the affection of Mr. Yan back then, it would have been a matter of thought. I hope the saint will fulfill it."

"For Huaiying's face, I will let him go. Yan Wei, please go out of the palace with Huaiying."

Yan Wei came out from behind the pillar and thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you, the saint! The saint is so kind to the people will never forget!" He stepped forward to hold Di Renjie's arm, "I will help you go by, the sage!"

"I'm not at the point of asking for help!" Di Renjie shook Yan Wei's hand off and swayed out of Zichen Hall.

Yan Wei hurriedly chased out, "You can't give me some face to face in front of so many people..."

Wu Zetian saw Yan Wei and Di Renjie walking away one after another with his hands behind his back, and smiled and turned around and said, "I am tired, help me to go to the back hall to rest."

Zhang Yizhi and Princess Taiping immediately stepped forward and held Wu Zetian's arm and walked towards the back hall. Qi Xiaoyue followed behind and asked, "Sage, do you still need to collect Yan Wei's paintings?"

Zhang Yizhi turned his head and said, "He is not a famous artist, so he burned it!"

Wu Zetian said strangely: "Has he finished drawing so quickly?"

Qi Xiaoyue replied, "I have painted it and I have drawn a lot!" She pointed to the back of the pillar and saw a piece of painted paper laying on the ground.

"I drew so much so quickly, it must be a graffiti, not worth a saint's show!"

Princess Taiping said sarcastically: "How can you know it is a graffiti work if you haven't seen it?"

Wu Zetian was suspicious and curious, so she left Princess Taiping and Zhang Yizhi away, "I want to see how much true he got Yan Boling!"

She walked behind the pillar, and Qi Xiaoyue immediately held a picture in front of her. Wu Zetian immediately felt that her eyes lit up. This picture was not what she looked like now, but the copy of Yan Liben's old work.

Although it was a copy, the characters painted by Yan Wei were cute and cute. At first glance, they looked very far from Wu Zetian's appearance. But when you looked closely, it was clearly her. "Interesting! Interesting! Take all the paintings!"

Wu Zetian sat down against the pillar and took Yan Wei's paintings over and looked at them carefully. All of them were copied by Yan Liben's old works, but their expressions were very different, some were cute, some were dignified, some were charming, and some were charming, and some were sharp and faintly exuding a sense of domineering spirit.

Yan Wei didn't know what kind of paintings could make Wu Zetian satisfied. Since she loved Yan Liben's old works, she simply copied them. She would always have a picture that suits her wishes. As for why she painted so quickly, his nickname for "human-shaped printer" in later generations was not for nothing.

Princess Taiping took another long scroll of painting and handed it to Wu Zetian, "Sage, there is still here!"

Wu Zetian looked at the long painting and was a little confused at first, and soon she was surprised to speak out, "Oh! He actually drew down what happened in the palace just now!"

From the time Wu Zetian summoned Cen Zhongheng to the time she ordered the guards to beat Lai Junchen, they were all displayed on the paper in the form of paintings. How could it not be amazing to have drawn so much content in such a short time?

Shangguan Wan'er pointed to the last stroke and said, "When the saint looked here, Lai Junchen's eyes were so painful that his mouth was so open that he could swallow a cow, and his tongue was bent. It was so exaggerating and funny!"

Wu Zetian smiled and said, "I just exaggerated this guy, but I have magical skills!"

Thank you Brother Hu Zi and King Xiaoyue of Qi for your great reward
Chapter completed!