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"This..." The Minister of Punishment looked at Song Jingchen with a strange expression.

Song Jingchen sighed and said: "It stands to reason that it is my Yue family, and I should have excused it. But for the sake of eating the king and being loyal to the king, we as ministers can't bend the law for personal gain, Master Shang Shu said right?"

The Minister of Punishment is silent.

Song Jingchen took out another account book from his arms, which recorded all the benefits that the Shen family took the opportunity to receive under the name of Princess Jing's mother when Shangguanpu was overseeing the country.

Although they are petty profits, if they want to investigate, it is enough for the Shen family to drink a pot.

Even the evidence is ready, if the Minister of Punishment can't understand Song Jingchen's meaning of not giving up if Shen Pingxiu is not sent to prison, then it is really a waste of life.

"Loyalty and righteousness." He boasted against his will.

Righteousness kills relatives? Song Jingchen raised his eyebrows and accepted it calmly, but he didn't mean to leave.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he had to instruct his subordinates to go to the Shen family to arrest people. Song Jingchen then said that Dali Temple still had official business to deal with.

Minister of Punishment:  …

Soon after Song Jingchen returned to Dali Temple, someone from the palace said that the emperor had summoned him.

Guessing that Xu was related to the assassin last night, Song Jingchen did not delay, and went straight to the palace with the little eunuch who came to spread the word.

As soon as I stepped into the imperial study, I heard the emperor's angry voice: "You can't even catch a few assassins, are all of your people in the city patrolling rubbish?"

Commander Qian lowered his head and did not dare to refute.

"I see your Majesty." Song Jingchen saluted without looking sideways.

The emperor took a deep breath and waved his hand to get him up: "I have heard about the assassin, is Aiqing injured?"

Song Jingchen: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern. Commander Qian brought someone there in time, and the minister was not injured."

Naturally, the emperor knew that he was not injured, so he was just being polite. He continued to ask, "I heard that you had already fought with the group of assassins when Qian Meng brought people there. What did Aiqing find?"

Song Jingchen thought for a while, then shook his head seriously and said, "My wife was also present at the time, and I was worried that she would be frightened, so I didn't pay attention to anything else."

Qian Meng glanced at him in astonishment. Can a woman who can lift an ice mirror with one hand and still think about the horse meat that can't be wasted really knows how to write the word "fear"?

Not only that, but he still remembered that at that time, Mingxiang Residence was on fire, and she was the one who pierced the iron sheet with a few shovels.

The emperor frowned, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, and Qi Shou hurried in.

"Your Majesty, it's not good, the assassin entered the palace of Rui Wang and injured His Royal Highness."

"What?" The emperor stood up from the dragon chair in shock: "Has the assassin caught it?"

Qi Shou shivered in fright: "It doesn't seem like..."

The emperor was furious: "What kind of assassin is so daring to even enter the palace in broad daylight? Are the guards of the palace all dead?"

If you dare to break into the palace today and injure the prince of the dynasty, will you dare to break into the palace to assassinate him tomorrow?

Qishou wiped off his sweat: "I don't know this servant, but His Royal Highness Prince Xian brought His Royal Highness Prince Rui into the palace, and he was waiting outside the palace."

"Then let them in soon." The emperor said angrily.

Song Jingchen frowned. As soon as he was stabbed in the front foot, Shangguan Heng was seriously injured by the assassin. Could it be he who colluded with Wu Guoyan's family? Do you want to get rid of your suspicions by means of bitterness?

While thinking about it, Shangguan Heng was carried in on a stretcher, and the entire imperial study room was filled with his wailing.

Song Jingchen couldn't help but glanced back, saw the wound on his face clearly, the corners of his mouth twitched, thinking about what Shen Yijia said yesterday before Nanfeng took the carrier pigeon into the cellar, he had a guess in his heart.

The emperor was most concerned about assassins. However, Shangguan Heng did not see the thief at all. When Shangguan Heng found out that he was injured, he led the people to search the Rui Wangfu.

"Father, you don't know how abominable that thief is, he started punching and kicking his son after a sack was put on it. The punches and punches were so painful. Father, you must decide for the son... "Shangguan Heng cried and groaned, but because his expression was too exaggerated, he grimaced as he pulled the wound and grimaced.

If it was just speculation before, Song Jingchen could almost make a conclusion when he heard the word sack.

In addition to being funny, it is more helpless.

"Okay, a big man, what a proper way to cry." The emperor said in disgust.

Shangguan Heng didn't care about so much, and continued to cry and chirp: "Father, my son has suffered such a serious injury. It won't be better if he doesn't take care of him for a month. We don't need to go to the Rites for the time being, right?"

The emperor was stunned for a moment and scolded: "Don't think that I don't know that you are not worth it these days."

Shangguan Heng continued to cry.

The emperor was impatient with his crying, and waved his hand: "That's it. Don't ask your mother-in-law to come and cry in front of me at that time."

Shangguan Heng's eyes lit up: "Thank you, Father Huang."

The emperor stared at him for a long while, his son was too promising, he was worried that there would be a second Shangguanpu, and he felt bad for being as inactive as Shangguan Heng.

Noticing Shangguan Yu on the side, the emperor finally felt a little comfort, and after thinking about it, he ordered: "Second, you came just in time. Yesterday, you heard about Uncle Zhongyi's encounter with an assassin. I suspect it is the same as the person who broke into Prince Rui's mansion today. It's the same group of people. You will work with Qian Meng to investigate these days and make sure to find the assassin."

Shangguan Yu glanced at Song Jingchen and cupped his hands: "Yes."

"Okay, you all go down, Uncle Zhongyi stays." The emperor waved his hand.

After leaving the imperial study, Shangguan Heng finally stopped howling, and began to stab at the eunuch carrying the stretcher: "Slow down, do you want to kill this king?"

Shangguan Yu sighed: "Is it better for you to bandage you in the house first, and it's not you who hurts in the end?"

"That won't work, how can I see the wounds on my body if the emperor is bandaged, oh my ass..."

Shangguan Yu: "Okay, I'll accompany you to the Imperial Physician's Office to get some bandages before sending you back."

"The second brother is the best for me. Let's go quickly. After a while, my mother-in-law will come over after receiving the news and I won't be able to leave."

Shangguan Yu was helpless, thinking of something, he took out a golden bead from his sleeve and rubbed it in his hand twice, the corner of his lips hooked.

In the imperial study, looking at the token presented to him, the emperor asked inexplicably, "What does this mean?"

Song Jingchen: "This token was found by the minister at the pharmacist's residence provided by King Jing, and it should belong to the palace."

The emperor frowned and waved to Qishou: "Come and see, do you know this?"

Qi Shou recognized it at a glance, and boldly stretched out his hand to take it: "Your Majesty, this is the identity token of the palace maid, everyone has it, you see, the name is still engraved on the back."

He turned the token over, and there were two small characters engraved on it, jade beads.

The identity token has always been a possession of the palace maid. If you hadn't been to the so-called pharmacist's residence, how could it have been left there?

Could it be that there are also people in this palace who are in contact with the remnants of the previous dynasty? Thinking of this possibility, the emperor's whole person is not well, and he instructed in a deep voice: "Go and check, in which palace this maid named Yuzhu is on duty, find it and bring it here immediately."

"Yes."

All the maids who entered the palace as errands had a special record book, so it was easy to check. In just a quarter of an hour, Qishou came back, but there was no one behind him.

The emperor asked suspiciously, "Didn't find it?"

A look of embarrassment flashed across Qishou's face, and he hesitated for a while before saying, "There is indeed such a maid in the palace, but..."

"Just what?" The emperor frowned, inexplicably having a bad premonition.

Qi Shou looked at Song Jingchen cautiously, and whispered, "This palace maid used to be an official in the East Palace, but she slipped into the water two years ago."

East Palace, two years ago, every word was a little subtle, let alone connected.

The emperor paused and looked at Song Jingchen suspiciously. If it was possible, he naturally hoped that the events of the past would never be remembered. However, it was related to the remnants of the previous dynasty, so he had to be cautious.

After a long time, the emperor opened his mouth and said: "Qi Shou, you go with Uncle Zhongyi."

"Yes."

To check a palace maid, it is nothing more than checking the people who work with her.

Not long after, the maids and eunuchs who served together in the East Palace were called together.

Because of the prince's rebellion, these people were also labeled as slaves. Even if they were reassigned, they could only go to the lowest places. Two years later, very few are still alive.

Not a single one of the court ladies who Song Jingchen found out with Yuzhu was present.

If you are not here, you don't need to ask to know that the person is gone.

When asked about Yuzhu, most people only remember her drowning, and if they ask anything else, they don't know.

Even those who have an impression of her can only say that she is the most honest, and she doesn't even know how to show her face in front of the master.

"The slaves remember that there was a time... King Anle was in the East Palace with His Royal Highness Xian Wang, and His Royal Highness Rui Wang played a game of throwing pots. His Royal Highness Rui Wang felt that there were too few people and it was not fun, so he personally took out his pockets as a lucky draw and let the people from the East Palace play together, everyone. They all went, but Yuzhu didn't go alone."

...

Hearing Qishou's reply, the emperor frowned and asked, "That's all he asked?"

"Yes, the servant watched the whole process, and Uncle Zhongyi only asked about Yuzhu."

It would be better if he didn't take the opportunity to investigate the case back then. The emperor was relieved and waved his hand to let him go down.

When he came out of the palace, it was time for his resignation. Song Jingchen didn't go to Dali Temple anymore, but went home directly.

He didn't want his feet to step into the door when a unkempt man rushed towards him.

Song Jingchen frowned and dodged away.

Nan Feng, who came in behind him, also wanted to dodge, but he heard Shen Yijia roar: "Catch her."

Nan Feng subconsciously stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and he was instantly suffocated.

Song Jingchen quickly grabbed Shen Yijia, who was thinking about the past, and asked, "Who is she?"

Shen Yijia paused, glanced at the man who was struggling with Nanfeng's wrist, and pouted, "An Xiu'er."

An Xiuer was the one she met on Zhuque Street after she came out of Rui Wangfu.

At that time, she was even worse than now. She didn't even wear a pair of shoes. If she hadn't seen the familiar bag in her arms, it was Aunt Tian who asked her to hand it over to An Xiu'er, and she wouldn't have recognized it at all.

"I don't know what she's been through. She seems to have gone crazy. Mother said that she wouldn't live or die to fetch her water and bathe her. She had no choice but to put on a dress for her outside." Shen Yijia helplessly spread out her hands.

To say that there is no sympathy, at most one can sigh about the impermanence of the world.

Ahem, who made An Xiuer miss Song Jingchen.

Song Jingchen frowned, pulled Shen Yijia back a few steps, and asked inexplicably, "Do you want to keep her?"

Shen Yijia shook her head without thinking, "Of course not."

I didn't think much about it when I brought it back, but now I was asked about Shen Yijia and found out that this is a big question.

Song Jingchen saw her expression in his eyes, and said helplessly: "A few people please send her back to Xiagou Village."

As soon as Song Jingchen finished speaking, An Xiuer suddenly stopped struggling and looked at him with a smirk: "Hehe~, you are here, you are finally here."

Shen Yijia's face darkened instantly, she was so crazy that she didn't forget to miss her man!

The phrase "throw it out" almost blurted out, when Song Jingchen instructed in a deep voice, "Take her in first."

An Xiu'er seemed to understand, changed her crazy appearance before, waved away Nan Feng, and followed Song Jingchen with her head held high.

Shen Yijia: "..." Otherwise, let's throw it out!

Song Jingchen squeezed her hand amusingly: "Let's see if you dare to bring anyone home next time."

Shen Yijia said seriously: "I will throw her back now?"

Song Jingchen was dumbfounded, his eyes flashing slightly when he thought of something: "Don't worry, I have something to ask her."

"Why are you crazy?" Shen Yijia rolled her eyes.

"Try it."

In the yard, Li Shi and Mo Yuan were stringing the marinated horse meat on straw ropes. Seeing them come back together, she asked, "Is Xiu'er all right?"

Shen Yijia pursed her lips: "Well, you still know that you miss my husband."

Look, those eyes can't come down if they stick to the beauty Xianggong.

She was a little suspicious now that An Xiuer was pretending to be crazy.

Li Shi paused, noticing An Xiu'er's eyes looking at Song Jingchen, she frowned and said, "Let's hire a few escorts to take her back to Xiagou Village tomorrow."

A good girl's family has become like this, and the An family is still unhappy when they see it.

Thinking that this was the path she chose by herself, Mrs. Li was relieved again, and instead ordered: "Nanfeng, come and help me move the meat to the back room and hang it up."

Nan Feng replied yes, thinking of something, he ran to the kitchen well to wash the handle before he came back and started humming the meat.

Worrying that he would not be able to hang up, Mrs. Li said a word and followed them to the back room.

I didn't see the Hao brothers in the main room, Song Jingchen asked, "Have the Hao brothers come back yet?"

Shen Yijia rolled her eyes and followed An Xiuer who came in: "She was so smoked that she hid in Fan Mingyuan's house to do her homework."

As soon as she finished speaking, the person who was just staring at Song Jingchen suddenly exclaimed: "Smelly, it stinks to death, Ben Gong wants to take a bath. You, go and fetch water for Ben Gong."

When she said this, she looked at Shen Yijia with a look of course.

Shen Yijia rolled her eyes: "Didn't you refuse to wash it?"

Sure enough, it's crazy, otherwise why would you call yourself this palace? You must know that even if she is still in King Jing's mansion, it is not her turn to call herself like this.

An Xiu'er looked at Song Jingchen shyly: "Stinky, my son doesn't like it."

A man with disheveled hair, a dirty face, and a stench all over his body made such a little daughter gesture.

Not to mention Shen Yijia, even Song Jingchen was stunned by the cold. He suppressed the disgust in his heart and asked in a deep voice, "Who am I?"

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An Xiu'er... Does anyone remember her?