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If it was an ordinary whoring and homicide incident, naturally it would not be brought to the court to talk about it.

Just because it concerns important officials of the imperial court.

Meng Qing, the son of Prime Minister Meng, and Wailang, a member of the etiquette department, slept with the young lady in the tea room after being drunk. Somehow, Meng Qing strangled the other party to death.

This young lady was ordered by the box where King Wei was, and was in charge of serving King Jin.

After being discovered by the servant, the boss Feng Niangzi reported him to the government.

Because of the loss of life and the involvement of high-ranking officials, the Kyoto Yamen accepted the case and handed it over to Dali Temple directly.

The position of Dali Temple Minister was vacant, and Yang Wanli, the young minister of Dali Temple who temporarily presided over the daily affairs, had already arrested Meng Qing and put him in a prison.

According to the laws of the Ming Dynasty, princes and aristocrats were guilty of the same crime as ordinary people, and those who violated the law were punished as crimes. Regardless of the identity of the other party, homicide was one of the most serious forms of crime.

But because he is the son of Prime Minister Meng and two princes are involved, although there is a certain possibility that Meng Qing committed murder with passion under certain circumstances, at this moment in time, it really makes one have to suspect that things are not that simple , I am afraid there is something else hidden in it.

At the court, Meng Xiang said bitterly that although his legitimate son Meng Qing was a lustful person, he had concubines in his family who had been hanging around among the hooks all year round. He was well-informed and would not be crazy enough to kill anyone. Someone must have taken advantage of his drinking. When he was drunk and unconscious, he murdered the young lady and then framed her.

The purpose is to take the opportunity to murder Zhongliang, make the monarch and his ministers alienated from morality, avenge him for publicly surrendering himself in the court, and may even try to disrupt the court situation and destroy our country.

Li Beichen naturally took advantage of the situation to appease Meng Xiang, and asked Dali Temple to treat Meng Qing kindly, investigate the case in depth, and never beat him into a trick, murder Zhongliang, and frame the humerus minister of the court.

After all, we have to rely on Meng Xiang to lead the supervision team to the south to supervise the tasks of disaster relief, epidemic prevention, and food production.

The courtiers of the two dynasties of Meng and Prime Minister have strong iron fists and are good at coordinating the layout. At the same time, the disciples are all over the world, and the network of relationships is intricate. If he personally takes command and goes to the south to inspect the work, there are basically solutions to these problems.

The reason why he is willing to go out is because he wants to take care of Meng Qing, the only legitimate son of Quan Quan.Now Meng Qing is in prison, even in danger of dying.If Meng Qing could not be kept, it would be meaningless for him to risk his life from the plague to go to the south.

This is the human ethics of parents who love their children, and it is also an inevitable choice for senior professionals to follow the principle of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages.

Therefore, Meng Xiang did not hesitate to stay behind and find Li Beichen.

Li Beichen entered the Hall of Qinzheng, and before he could take his seat, Meng Jinchuan, Minister Meng, knelt down straight on the ground with a plop, lowered his eyes, with a dignified and mournful expression, and quietly stared at the hem of Li Beichen's dragon robe.

The sun shines on Meng Xiang through the window sill. Meng Xiang is no longer tough and domineering like before. With his gray hair and wrinkles on his face, he looks very sad today.

Xu Fuhai stood bent at the door, maintaining a respectful posture, and ordered the maid to make tea for the emperor and Meng Xiang.

When Li Beichen turned around and sat down on the dragon chair, Meng Xiang bowed his head and bowed to the ground, earnestly said: "Your Majesty, my son Meng Qing has been wronged, he must have been wronged! Someone must have taken advantage of him when he was drunk At that time, he framed him. He is usually lustful, but he dare not kill a chicken, how could he kill?"

Li Beichen's left hand drooped, and his right hand was casually placed on his thigh. Looking at Meng Xiang's prostrate figure, he remained silent for a while.

Meng Xiang couldn't figure out what the emperor meant, so he kowtowed three more times, "Please learn from the emperor! Please learn from the emperor!"

The sincere sadness of the words is touching.

"Xu Fuhai, come make tea." Li Beichen's voice finally broke the suffocating silence.

Meng Xiang, who was lying on the ground, moved slightly.

"Your Majesty~" Meng Xiang whispered.

He made such a low posture, and his buried face was full of resentment and anger, but Li Beichen couldn't see it clearly.

In the ears of others, it is full of love in the world.

"Prime Minister Meng, there is no need to be like this. This case has not yet been tried, and it is not yet known whether Meng Qing has committed a crime. Prime Minister Meng, there is no need to be so panicked. Maybe it was framed by others."

"Your Majesty, I will go to the south for disaster relief soon. I won't wait for the case to go to trial. I'm afraid that I will go for at least a month or two, and I may even never return from my trip. I only have Meng Qing, a son-in-law, who is a lowly wife. My lifeblood. I have nothing else to ask for, but if something happens, the emperor can save his life for the sake of the Meng family's dedication."

Meng Xiang raised his sleeves and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Li Beichen said calmly: "Just now the prime minister was very confident in Meng Qing's character, why does it seem that he lacks confidence now?"

Meng Xiang straightened up, and sighed, "My minister only got Meng Qing out of [-] out of [-]. Now that I think about it, discipline is indeed lax, and he seems to be indulging. I believe he didn't do it last night, but I really don't Dare to guarantee the ticket. Therefore, before going to Jiangnan, I begged the emperor to keep Meng Qing."

Li Beichen sighed, frowned slightly, and looked solemn, "Meng Xiang, you are making it very difficult for me. Since ancient times, the country has state laws, and the family has family rules. This is not killing a slave privately, but committing murder in public. I think It’s hard to open the net.”

It's hard to return, it depends on what price you pay.

Meng Xiang naturally heard the emperor's implication, "As long as the emperor can keep the dog, I would like to issue a military order in the court tomorrow. I will personally supervise the flood and plague in the south. If you can't finish it, come and see me!"

Li Beichen lowered his eyes, "Xu Fuhai, come here."

Xu Fuhai walked carefully to Li Beichen's side, bowed his body slightly, and said, "The old slave is here."

Li Beichen glanced at Xiang Meng, and said in a deep voice: "Pass down the decree, Yang Wanli and Huang Shaoan, the young ministers of Xuandali Temple, will see you in the afternoon."

Meng Xiang raised his head abruptly, his expression was a little excited, he cupped his hands, and said fearfully and gratefully: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness."

"That's all," Li Beichen sighed, his eyes were deep, "Meng Xiang is the minister who left me with orders from the late emperor. Since Meng Xiang will issue a military order tomorrow, I will entrust the safety of the south to you. I believe you will not Let me down. I will make the decision for you about Meng Qing."

"Sage is not as good as the emperor. I am so grateful that I am willing to do my best for the emperor." Meng Xiang's eyes were a little blurry.

Until then, he felt that he was really a little old.It's just a few big bows and prostrations, and when I got up again, I was dizzy and stared at him.

On weekdays, when the monarch and his ministers had a conversation, the emperor would usually excuse him from saluting and give him a seat before speaking.Today was unusual, he let himself kneel and talk all the time, it hadn't been like this for many years.

When Meng Xiang thought about the rumors about his rebellion, he broke into a cold sweat behind his back.He has keenly noticed that the Holy Family has declined, and he has become suspicious of him.And this time the southern disaster relief was to give him the last chance, it didn't matter whether he issued a military order or not.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, the woman who was strangled to death was simply a copy of Fugui, and he would definitely suspect that Meng Qing's matter was a trap set up for him by the emperor.

But Meng Xiang is Meng Xiang, the prime ministers of the two dynasties were not built, and the old fritters in the workplace can withstand coming and going.At this time, there was only remorse and worry on the face of an old father who made mistakes with his dog.

Seeing him kneeling there in such panic at such an age, compared to the high-spirited and strong-willed self-confidence he had seen in front of the late emperor when he was young, and recalling the scene where he recommended himself as the crown prince in front of the late emperor, Li Beichen recalled in his mind. There was silence for a while.

My heart suddenly softened again.

Fill up this chapter to 2000 words during the day tomorrow.I've been really busy lately.But I will insist on writing every day.