Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 252
"There are so many files, I have read them for a month, but I still haven't finished them!" A censor with white beard and hair threw the files in his hand on the table with a look of resentment.

Another young censor shook his head lightly: "How long has King Qing been conducting secret investigations to obtain so much evidence about Zhenxihou's treason?"

"Evidence? These are also called evidence?" A thin old censor who was sitting there flipping through the files sneered, "The correspondence between Zhenxihou and Nanjue Cheng Xi is considered evidence? Cheng Xi and Zhenxihou are originally It’s an old friend from childhood, and the correspondence is just a trivial matter in the family, do you insist on saying that you know a lot of foreign countries?”

"Both of them hold high positions in both countries, and it is indeed inappropriate to exchange letters." Another middle-aged censor with a serious expression said in a deep voice.

"Damn." The thin old censor jumped up and cursed angrily, "The Marquis of Zhenxi is also said to be in a high position. He is said to be a first-rank military lord who leads the army to garrison the north and west gates. But how did he know half of the important affairs of the court?" What's more, Nanjue is in the south, Zhenxihou is in the west, and Nanjue wants to attack us from the north, so is it necessary to detour thousands of miles from the Western Regions?"

The other censors immediately fell silent, only the serious middle-aged censor frowned and said, "Old Xu, be careful not to speak nonsense."

The skinny old censor scolded: "You're talking nonsense, I'm going to talk nonsense, you go to your majesty and read me a book! Don't think I don't know, you and Qing..."

"Old Xu." The old man with white beard and hair snorted lightly.

The thin old censor knew he had slipped his words, flicked his long sleeves, and stopped talking.

"So, what should be the sentence?" The youngest censor in the field put down the scroll in his hand and asked seriously.

"Of course it was judged according to the facts. Although there is no conclusive evidence in these files, there are always doubts, especially the crime of treason!" The middle-aged censor with a serious expression shook the scroll in his hand, and his voice resounded loudly.

"What an upright and dignified Chen Yushi, we are really ashamed. Only you are the country and the people, we are all cowards, why don't you go home and kill yourself with a piece of tofu." The thin old Yushi sneered.

"Old Xu, I'm telling you something serious, don't mess with me." The middle-aged censor shouted.

"Okay, then go and talk to His Majesty. Baili Luochen, kill! Do you have the courage?" The thin old censor replied.

"We seven censors are working on this case together, so naturally seven of us must submit the letter together!" The middle-aged censor replied.

While speaking, another two censors, one tall and one short, pushed the door in. Their faces were pale, as if they had been frightened outside.

"What happened?" asked the old censor with white beard and hair. As the head of the seven censors, he was the most sensitive to every movement of the outside world at this moment.

The short censor who stepped into the gate wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Two door gods came outside the censor's platform, one with a sword and the other with a gun, and they were aggressive. I thought they would catch up and kill us just now. "

"Who dares to come to Yushitai to act wildly? Go to the Jinwu Guard." The old Yushi said angrily.

"But after all, he didn't do anything, but just stood there." The short censor looked at the high censor, "Old Gao, the young man with the sword seems to hold you back and say something. What did you say?"

Gao Yushi hesitated for a moment, then said: "He said, the guest has arrived, why don't you see him soon?"

"What guest?" The old censor asked in confusion.

Gao Yushi sighed, and said: "I have met that young man, Mr. Li's young disciple in the school, Baili Dongjun, is also the young son of Zhenxihou's mansion, and the only grandson of Baili Luochen. What he means is The Marquis of Zhenxi is already here, if you want to see him, go see him immediately."

The old censor smiled bitterly and said: "We don't want to see him, but he is anxious to see us. You...who will go?" The two censors, one tall and one thin, took a step back first, the old censor turned around again, the young censor Shi began to look down at the dossier intently again, while the remaining two censors, who had just been fighting each other, still stood where they were.The thin old censor pointed at the middle-aged censor: "Chen Yushi is upright, fearless of ghosts and gods, it is most suitable for him to meet Baili Luochen first."

Chen Yushi turned his head and said: "Didn't Mr. Xu always admire Lord Baili? This time Lord Hou actually came. If you don't go to see him first, how can I catch up first?"

The thin old censor was about to speak, but he heard someone scolding in the corner: "Who is it, it's so noisy."

Everyone turned their heads and found a head protruding from the scattered files, with disheveled hair, eyes slightly squinted, opened his mouth and hiccupped first, then the man opened the file that hit him, and stood up unsteadily , holding a wine gourd in his hand, he glanced at everyone and found that everyone's eyes seemed a little strange: "What do you see me doing?"

The white-haired old man who was the head of the seven censors stroked his beard, nodded, and said softly, "Go."

Outside the Yushitai.

Baili Dongjun looked up and down at the middle-aged man in front of him.

A green censor's official uniform is true, but it is worn crookedly, as if it was forced on.Her hair was disheveled, as if it had just been pulled up after falling asleep.There is also a dignified censor, why is there still a flagon hanging on his waist?But this point is exactly to Baili Dongjun's appetite, he smiled: "Are you the censor?"

"Censor Hu Bufei, it's a pleasure to meet you." Hu Bufei straightened his official uniform and stroked his mustache.

"Let's go see my grandfather." Baili Dongjun said.

"Who is your grandfather?" Hu Bufei looked blank.

Baili Dongjun was stunned: "Didn't the people inside tell you? My grandfather is Baili Luochen, Marquis of Zhenxi. Isn't your Yushitai looking for him? Now that my grandfather has arrived, why don't you hurry up and send someone there?" ?”

"Excuse me." Hu Bufei cupped his fists, turned around and planned to run away, but Sikong Changfeng reached out and grabbed his collar.

Baili Dongjun asked confused: "What did the people inside tell you?"

"They said that there is a wine hero outside the door, who heard the name of my Yushitai wine fairy, and came to give wine?" Hu Bufei replied.

"There is nothing wrong with being a hero in wine, but you have to go to the hotel to give wine. There is a glass of toast and a glass of fine wine. Which one do you drink?" Baili Dongjun asked.

Hu Bufei straightened his collar and cleared his throat: "Then please!"

For half an hour, in the hotel, they sat together in silence.

Baililuo Chen smiled: "Why did you invite this lord?"

Hu Bufei didn't speak, just drank slowly, as he said just now, he came to drink.

Baili Dongjun scratched his head: "This is sent by Yushitai."

Hu Bufei smacked his mouth, and praised: "Good wine. It's a pity, my wife said that I can only drink one catty a day, and today's share has already been drunk. Lord Hou, young master, farewell!"

(End of this chapter)