Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 509 Those who deserve punishment shall be punished, and no one shall escape!

The trial in the Golden Palace was a very explosive event even in history books, but it actually happened now.

These case files involved nearly a hundred people in total, and they were all court officials. The highest one was already a third-rank official, and those below the sixth rank were embarrassed to be on the list.

The Minister of Justice really didn't want to investigate further, but Anmus almost forced this important official of the court to continue the investigation.

You have to know that at this moment, An Mu Si is not the Chief Justice of Dali Temple but the Minister of Temple, and the Minister of Justice is even his old leader. What he did is tantamount to overthrowing his superiors, and he is almost gambling with his future career. No matter whether this matter succeeds or not, if there is no great opportunity, An Mu Si will be useless.

It is almost impossible for him to have any chance of promotion again, and he might even be sent to a place thousands of miles away to reorganize the government just because he stepped into the government office with his left foot first on work one day.

Xia Lin looked back, and saw only the calmness and carefreeness in An Zi's eyes, as if it was the kind of glory that said "It's worth it after completing this job."

At this moment, Xia Lin actually felt very lucky. It turned out that people like An Zi always existed in any era.

"Sir, please." An Musi continued to open a file: "This is the file of the murder of 17 members of the Zhou family in the southeast suburbs of the city. Please take a look."

The Minister of Justice gave Anmus a vicious look, but stopped with the file in his hand and did not continue to open it.

"I am old and a little tired."

"dismantle!"

Two angry roars erupted in the hall, one from Xia Lin and the other from An Musi, both of them roared in unison without any explanation.

Then An Mu Si even took off his official hat and said: "I, An, have rebelled against my superiors. I know that this is against morality. I am ashamed to be an official any longer. But today, even if I have to sacrifice my life, I want to let the world know that the laws of the Wei Dynasty still exist! No one can trample on them!"

The Minister of Justice stared at An Musi with his eyes like torches: "Think it over carefully."

"I have already thought about it. If there is no one to protect the law today, the Wei Dynasty will be doomed. I am willing to be the one who protects the law."

The file was slowly opened, and the court was silent. Many people began to cheer for An Zi, but they did not have An Zi's determination or Xia Lin's courage.

How does that saying go? The hymn of humanity is the hymn of courage. The official hat that An Zi took off today will surely be hung in the code of law and the book of history, and will rest in peace for all eternity.

At this point, the relationship was completely torn apart. The only way was to handle the matter impartially. Xia Lin had to handle it because he lost the bet, and An Musi had to handle it because he was disrespectful in front of the palace. But there were still people on the file, and none of them could escape.

After the files were reviewed, as many as twenty-one people took off their official uniforms on the spot, and the number of people who were arrested and stripped of their official uniforms increased to more than one hundred. This morning court lasted from morning to evening, and finally more than one hundred prison cars headed to the Dali Temple came out of the imperial city.

Xia Lin and An Musi were also among them, and the rest were the officials who were dragged into this by the two of them.

This is a very terrifying thing, and it is also something that has never happened since the founding of the Wei Kingdom. Everyone knows that doctors cannot be punished, but now everyone here is a doctor.

The prison van rumbled through the long street, which was an explanation to the people of the world. What happened in the court today was also quickly spread. From Xia Lin tying his own hands to An Musi asking for forgiveness with his crown in his hands, it could only be described as wonderful.

Many people on the long street were moved and cried, and some pointed at the upper class people and cursed them, but no matter what, the public resentment was calmed down.

The people did not make a fuss, but just followed the prison van to the gate of Dali Temple and watched these people being escorted in one by one.

When Xia Lin got off the bus, it was already dark and most people couldn't even see his face clearly. They only knew that he was wearing a thin prison uniform and had a handsome face.

"Congratulations, Ma Xiang."

Inside the center, Ma Zhou was drinking sweet water. He had been standing in the hall for the whole day and almost died from hypoglycemia after leaving the court. He was drinking the sweet water to replenish his strength when someone came forward to congratulate him.

"Master He, what are you happy about?"

"Haha, Prime Minister Ma now has no more obstacles in the court, and can be said to have monopolized power."

Ma Zhou listened to him and just turned his head away with a disdainful smile, then turned around and said, "Master He, you and I are both loyal to the court, so how can you monopolize power? I hope Master He will not harm me."

"Don't dare, don't dare..."

Lord He quickly pretended to be horrified, and then handed forward a small box: "Prime Minister Ma, this is a small gift from Lord Situ. Please accept it."

"No need, thank you for your kindness, Master Situ."

But the man surnamed He just waved his hand and smiled, and stepped back a few steps, all the way to the door: "Master Ma, please have a good rest, I will not disturb you anymore."

After the man surnamed He left, Ma Zhou opened the box and found a pure gold horse galloping inside.

It is worth a lot of money, but for Ma Zhou it is not a big gift. It is more like a symbol of meaning and a sign of goodwill.

Yes, Xia Lin was sent to prison, and many of Ma Zhou’s political enemies in the court were sent to prison along with Xia Lin. Now Ma Zhou became the dominant force in the court.

This is not a good thing. Ma Zhou will definitely be demoted when Emperor Jingtai returns. But it is not a bad thing either. Even if there is only a few months of vacancy, Ma Zhou can win over a large number of followers. Whether Ma Zhou can get rid of Gao Shilian's influence and become a truly powerful prime minister probably depends on this. Therefore, the Situ family will take the initiative to move closer to Ma Zhou.

However, Ma Zhou looked at the golden Pegasus on the table, he just smiled and slapped it to the ground: "It's just icing on the cake."

At this moment in the Dali Temple prison, Xia Lin and An Mu Si were in the next cell. Their treatment was obviously better than that of others. Although the environment was like this, they had hot tea to drink and a set of Go to sit there and kill time.

The Dali Temple Minister was outside the cage at the moment, speaking earnestly to Anmus: "Why are you so old-fashioned that you have to get yourself into this?"

"Master, this is my decision. Please don't blame me."

"You..."

Xia Lin turned his head and looked at the Dali Temple Minister: "Are you and him a master and disciple?"

"Yeah." The Dali Temple Minister took a small stool and sat there: "Mouse is my favorite student, but he has such a stupid head..."

"That's good. People who study law sometimes can't be too flexible."

"You can't be so stupid!" The Dali Temple Minister said angrily, "There are obviously other ways, but he insists on taking this path of overthrowing the superior. What should we do now?"

"Then what other options are there? It has come to this."

The Dali Temple Minister glanced at Xia Lin and said, "You young men are used to being reckless, so you naturally can't think of this. Where is your father-in-law? Where is Prince Teng? You hand this thing to him and ask him to initiate the investigation. What can Ma Zhou say? What can he dare to say? Then these things will be transferred to the Dali Temple. When the time comes, I will say that I am old and I am sick for a few days. Isn't it the Dali Temple that has the final say? Then he can investigate strictly if he wants to, and suppress whoever he wants. You little brats are full of passion but no brains!"

Xia Lin slapped his thigh and said, "Yeah! That's right. I remember how passionate I was at that time."

"Not really." An Zi raised his hand and said, "This method is indeed more gentle, but Master, have you ever thought about this? Throughout history, whether it is protecting the law or reforming the law, one must go out and use his own flesh and blood to awaken others. There is no reform without bloodshed, and there is no reform without sacrifice. Lord Xia is a member of the School of Diplomacy. If he dares to die, then I, the School of Legalism, dare not die?"

The Dali Temple Chief was scratching his head after hearing this. Xia Lin saw in his eyes the love that a sect elder has for the young prodigy in the sect. He had no doubt that An Zi was willing to go to jail in place of An Zi.

"No, Zheng Siqing. Why didn't you say anything in the court? Wouldn't it have been over if you had just come up and done it?"

"I stood up, but this brat was faster than me. I can't wipe out my entire clan, so I have to leave someone outside to take care of it. If all of us, young and old, come in, who will go to fight with them in the court?"

While they were chatting, a minor official from the Dali Temple suddenly came in and whispered something to the temple minister. The Dali Temple minister looked serious and asked, "Is there anything else?"

"No nonsense."

"My goodness... this is also an old man who protects his calf."

"What's wrong?" Xia Lin asked curiously.

"Honglu Temple Minister Li Laoguaner has brought the Thirteen Zongheng Sect to the Central Government to discuss Dao with Prime Minister Ma." Zheng Siqing sat there rubbing his hands: "Isn't this the business of our Legalist Sect? How can it be the turn of the Zongheng Sect to come out? No, come on, come on, ask the ancestor to come out and go to the Central Government to find Ma Zhou!"

Seeing him leave in a hurry, Xia Lin pointed at his back and said, "Are all the people in the Fa family so impulsive?"

"Teach by example." Anmus lowered his eyelids: "I know that if I don't stand up, my mentor will. He is old and can't stand the hardship of prison. It's better for me to do this."

Anmus was like a calm old man, sitting there motionless, while Xia Lin was like a restless little monkey, jumping up and down in the cell.

"Master Xia, please be quiet."

"It's too boring to sit here." Xia Lin sat back down: "No, the conditions in your Dali Temple are too bad."

"That's good enough. If you go to the Ministry of Justice, there's also a water dungeon."

Xia Lin scratched his ear and said, "Oh, that's right. The Dali Temple is where all the officials are imprisoned. Hey, have you ever been imprisoned in the Zongzheng Temple?"

"Eh?" Anmus suddenly raised his head.

"I am a royal relative, how dare you lock me up here!" Xia Lin shook the cell so hard that it made a clanging sound.

Two hours later, Xia Lin dragged Anmusi to the prison cell of Zongzheng Temple, or rather, it was not a prison cell but a place of house arrest.

There is a bed, a study, and even a stove. Except that you cannot leave the courtyard, all other treatments are top-notch.

An Musi sat in the room with a book in his hand and patted the soft cushion. "Zongzheng Temple is really good. There was no such good place when I was studying. Oh! Baopuzi Yuanshi, good stuff, good stuff."

"Put it on when you leave." Xia Lin leaned against the bed and ate roast chicken. "I just inquired and found out that we will be locked up for at least two to three months. You can stay here without any worries."

(End of this chapter)