After Jiang Liu fell asleep happily next to his sister, most of the court officials in Kang'an were still busy.

The energetic Jingzhao Prefecture Zhang Wenjiang, the Dali Temple Minister Xiao Junping, and the Minister of Justice Fu Changchun gathered at the table, staring at the files filled with the table.

The censor Jing Jira put his hand on these files and said calmly, "For thirteen years, I have been collecting evidence of the Qin old thief's crimes, and every piece is here, with a total of 68 items."

Sixty-eight items? Zhang Wenjiang stared at the half-foot-thick official document, swallowed and confirmed, "Mr. Jing, are these evidences of the Qin thief alone?"

The late emperor's will innate imperial edict called Qin Tianye a "rebellious minister". Although Emperor Jinghe had not yet dismissed his right prime minister, all officials no longer called him Duke Shen, Prime Minister Qin or Right Prime Minister. The word "德" is the most suitable for him.

Seeing Jing Jiliang nodding, the three of them opened the official documents and read them carefully, and then they knew that these evidences were enough to die dozens of times. Zhang Wenjiang raised his eyes and said, "Mr. Jing, please forgive the presumptuous officials. If there is no such thing as today, how do you plan to deal with these files?"

This "if nothing" does not exist, Jing Jira smiled slightly, "As a censor, I only fulfill the responsibility of the censor."

Jing Jiliang said calmly, but Zhang Wenjiang and Fu Changchun's pupils trembled when they heard it.

The censor, the official, was in the second rank, and was in charge of supervisors and impeached officials. Although this position did not enter the Qingwen Hall, it was second only to the left and right prime ministers in the court, and was of great power and rank. Even so, it was not easy for Jing Jiliang to impeach the powerful "entrusted" important officials who were highly entrusted.

He said that he would fulfill his responsibilities as a censor, which was to make a decision in the court to make a death remark. The life of the censor is very important.

As the favorite disciple of the Left Prime Minister, Xiao Junping knew more, "If the last emperor's will not appear, after the war in Suzhou begins or Jiang Feng captures Jiang Jinzong, Lord Jing and my mentor will impeach the Qin thieves in the morning court. Lord Jing hits his head against the pillar, and my mentor will help him capture the rebel ministers long after he can retire and hand over the position of Left Prime Minister..."

Fu Changchun was filled with tears when he heard this. No wonder, no wonder Lord Jing has become open-minded in the past six months and no longer cares about the faults of all officials. He jumped up the morning court and became the chief censor and the attendant censor. It turned out that he was already in the blood and was planning his funeral after all.

Zhang Wenjiang bowed, but before he could speak, Jing Jiliang said, "Eat the king's fortune and share the worries of the king. I am not energetic enough, so I will list the evidence of the Qin thieves and the Qin family in detail, and I will have to work for the three adults."

Xiao Junping immediately said, "Don't worry, you are the one who will deliver the detailed seal to your old man before the morning court the next day. In the morning court, I would like to ask you to present it to you."

After seeing off Jing Jirai, Xiao Junping looked for an excuse to leave, "There are several cases in Dali Temple related to the Qin Mansion. I will go back and sort them out and submit them together."

Fu Changchun hurriedly said, "The Ministry of Justice has it too."

Before Zhang Wenjiang could speak, Xiao Junping said again, "Those who are capable will be more laborious, and the evidence of these crimes sent by Lord Jing will be troublesome."

After saying that, Xiao Junping turned around and walked away quickly.

Zhang Wenjiang gritted his teeth and turned his eyes to Fu Changchun. You can try leaving!

Fu Changchun carefully discussed with Zhang Wenjiang, "Mr. Zhang, I will go back first to review the clues of the Ministry of Fire of the Qin thief ordered people to burn the Ministry of Justice ten years ago, and then come back to help you sort out these files?"

How could the case ten years ago be sorted out in one or two days?! After Fu Changchun left, Zhang Wenjiang said angrily, "Go and call Zhao Shaoyin, the commander of the Five Cities, and the deputy commander of the Five Cities!"

After the master Zhou Qiwen sent someone to send a message, he smiled and said, "Sir, you should be happy."

Xiao Junping and Fu Changchun did not get involved in these files because they had already smelled that Qin Tianye’s case had a lot to do with Zhang Wenjiang. Even if they intervened now, they would not be able to take away the credit.

The right prime minister was captured and the left prime minister was about to retire. Zhang Wenjiang made great contributions and stepped into the Qingwen Hall with one foot. He should be happy. But he couldn't be happy because his mind was full of trouble now!

The Jingzhao Mansion is brightly lit, but the Qin Mansion is dim. They wish Kang An would forget the existence of the Qin family.

In Rong'an Hall, Mrs. Qin, who looked depressed, had two sons and three daughters-in-law gathered together, and took turns to talk about whose house they had gone to today and how many were turned away.

They all knew in their hearts that the Qin family was over, and everyone in the Qin family had already begun to count down their time, and their unique skills were not this autumn. Everyone was thinking about how to live in death, but no one was willing to speak first. The dim house was filled with suffocating silence.

In Cuiyuxuan, Qin Chengbi sat by the window, staring straight at the moon in the sky.

Qin Chengxia, who was standing next to him, cried, "Brother, are these real? What should we do? I'm so scared..."

"roll!"

Qin Chengxia paused and said, "Brother, why..."

"Qinchengxia, Duke Shen's mansion is almost gone. Who are you pretending to show it? Get out and don't bother me!"

Qin Chengxia stopped pretending and lowered her voice to express her intentions, "Brother, let's escape together, with your and my skills..."

"If you want to pull the cushion, go find your good brother." Qin Chengbi's eyes finally moved from the bumpy moon to Qin Chengxia's dim face, and said fiercely, "I'll say one more thing, I'll smash your dog's head now, and the executioner on the day of execution can also sharpen the knife once."

This madman! Qin Chengxia gritted his teeth, turned around and left.

After the clown jumping away, Qin Chengbi asked, "How many people are there to protect Jiang Liu?"

Qin Kui was so scared that he persuaded the young master to give up this terrible idea, "In the Jiang Mansion, there are three Zhaixing Tower, three secret guards and two martial maids. Outside the mansion, six guards in our mansion and four guards in the Jiang Mansion. The people in Zhaixing Tower, Jiang Mansion secret guards, Hu Yantu and Ya Yin's kung fu are comparable to the first-class guards in our mansion. Even if there are no others, just relying on Jiang Liuniang's speed, subordinates..."

Qin Chengbi interrupted Qin Kui, "I want her to die! In addition to her, this young master also wants the lives of Jiang Feng's two sons!"

Qin Kui was frightened, "Young Master, you are..."

"I can't live, no one can think of living."

Qin Kui knelt down, "Young master, my subordinates fight with their lives, and they are 20% sure they can send the young master out of Beijing."

Qin Chengbi stared at her scarlet eyes and asked word by word, "How different is life in the world to die?"

Qin Kui...

In the main hall of Princess Leyang's mansion, Leyang walked around anxiously, and Fu Chunchao hid in the room to pack up his luggage.

In Princess Renyang's mansion, Huang Li pushed open the door of Princess Renyang's bedroom and entered the hall.

The thin and haggard Ren Yang sat on the bed with his knees in his arms, staring at the candlestick with his eyes silently. The breeze blew in from outside the bedroom window, the candlelight swayed in the wind, and the red candle tears accumulated on the silver tree candlestick.

Huang Li walked to the bed and said bluntly, "You have heard of the last emperor's will? The last emperor wrote the last emperor's will the night before his death, and passed the throne to the present, rather than King An."

Ren Yang, who was shaped like a dead tree, slowly raised his head. In a trance, Huang Li seemed to hear the raucous sound from her neck.

Princess Renyang whispered hoarsely, "That's fake."

He was so obsessed! Huang Li frowned, turned around and left.

"The will of the will of the emperor is here, so the general does not need to use the palace's life to sacrifice flag, right?"

Huang Liben didn't want to pay attention to her anymore, but when he thought of his children, he said before leaving: "The princess is too overestimating self-sufficiency, and your blood is not worthy of sacrificing the flag."
Chapter completed!