The Peerless Concubine of the King's Favorite

Chapter 152 The Tragic Wen Qingzhu (2)
The sky was slightly bright, and the night fog had not yet dissipated. The moment the rooster crowed, the sedan chairs of the various houses in the inner city set off for the deep palace of the imperial city.

On the Yushitai, Zhou Gongming, the doctor of the Yushi, was sitting in his sedan chair, with his eyes closed, resting his mind.The body of the sedan chair shook regularly, just for him to catch up on sleep and refresh himself before going up.

In Jianning City, starting from the entrance gate, there is a straight road eight feet wide that passes through the outer city, inner city, and imperial city, and reaches the Qianyang Gate of the imperial palace.

This is the main road of Jianning City, and it is also the way of pilgrimage.

When Zhou Gongming's sedan chair turned from the branch road to the straight road, it stopped suddenly. The stillness of the sedan chair made him open his eyes. Before he could ask about the situation clearly, he heard a shrill cry.

"My lord, I beg you to be the master for the little people!"

Zhou Gongming frowned. He is the censor, and his main duty is to supervise the court, and supervise the conduct and dereliction of duty of all officials.It's not the governor of Gyeonggi, nor the admiral of the Nine Gates, who can't control the grievances of the people, why does the person outside the sedan chair want to complain to him?
Could it be that I found the wrong person?
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard the servant in the mansion outside the sedan chair say: "You have found the wrong person, our lord is the censor, if you want to sue, you can go to the door of the Jiumen admiral's mansion and beat the drum to express your grievance."

The servant's response made Zhou Gongming stroke his beard and nodded approvingly.

"What Xiaomin is looking for is Master Zhou, the censor. I heard that Master Zhou is ruthless and unafraid of power. Only you can make decisions for Xiaomin." The person holding the sedan chair said tearfully.

The servant outside the sedan chair hesitated, and Zhou Gongming paused for a moment while stroking his beard. After thinking for a moment, he stretched out his hand and opened the sedan chair curtain. "What grievances do you need to report to Yushitai?"

Seeing his lord come forward, the young man hurriedly took his hand and raised the car curtain.

At this moment, Zhou Gongming could clearly see the person kneeling in front of the sedan chair.This person is not very old, but his clothes are ragged, his face is yellow and thin, and there are some wounds on his body that are not deep or shallow. Judging from the healing of the wounds, it should not be new wounds.

"My lord!" Seeing Zhou Gongming, who was wearing the official uniform of a second-rank official, the kneeling man's eyes lit up, and he knelt forward a few steps while holding the certificate written in blood on a white background in his hand.

The guards in front of the sedan chair drew their swords to stop them, but Zhou Gongming blocked them.

He looked at the kneeling man, and his eyes fell on the roll of white cloth in his hand: "You want to sue the officials?" The man in front of him had a clear mind and knew his identity, so the only possibility to stop his sedan chair was to The target of this person's accusation, the nine admirals and the Gyeonggi Yamen can't control it.

"Yes! What Xiaomin wants to sue is Lord Wen Qingzhuwen, the imperial envoy who was ordered to provide disaster relief this time." The kneeling man said with a look of grief and indignation.

"Wen Qingzhu!" Zhou Gongming was a little surprised. He naturally knew that the son-in-law of the Minister of the Ministry of Officials was the champion of the new division in Chunke this year.

"It's him." The kneeling man passed the pleading paper in his hand over his head.

The servant next to Zhou Gongming took it with both hands and handed it to Zhou Gongming.The latter frowned slightly after thinking about it, and finally accepted it.

However, he didn't open it right away, but looked at the person who complained, and warned: "Do you know, if it is found out to be a false accusation by the court ordering officer, you will be held accountable for the crime?"

"Xiaomin knows! But Xiaomin's words are true, and there is absolutely no falsehood. Xiaomin is not afraid of investigation." The complainant knelt on the ground, looking at Zhou Gongming frankly.

Zhou Gongming nodded slightly, and finally opened the paper in his hand.When the lines of handwriting written in blood came into his eyes, the content in it made his eyes widen, and he knew it clearly.

In the Golden Luan Hall, hundreds of officials lined up in rows, highlighting the master sitting on the hall like stars arching the moon.

Zhao Cong sat on the golden dragon chair, with the luminous glow of the night pearl above his head lightly shining down, the majesty of the king needless to say.

At this time, Wen Qingzhu was standing on the main hall, and his paper had already been handed in, and was passed by Tianxi Gonggong to Emperor Xianren, Zhao Cong.

The memorial was naturally written according to Lan Tingzhi's guidance. This time, Wen Qingzhu already knew that his great achievements were hopeless, so he could only hope that the merits and demerits would be equal, and the emperor would remember his hard work.

However, he didn't know that before his memorial was delivered, Zhao Cong sent someone to investigate because of Zhao Shenghao's words.What's more, on the way to court today, the complainant arranged by Chu Qing also stopped the sedan chair of the censor Zhou Gongming.

In anxiety, Wen Qingzhu felt the cold sweat on his forehead slipping from his temples.

After Zhao Cong read the memorial, he remained silent for a long time, making it impossible to guess his thoughts.

He has been the emperor of Chu for several decades, and he has accumulated some majesty. At least, before he died of a serious illness, he is confident that few people would dare to play tricks under his nose.

"Wenqing, this disaster relief..."

"Report to the emperor, I have my own report."

The only person who dared to interrupt the Emperor Chu's words was the censor who supervised the court.

"Zhou Aiqing, what are you going to report?" Zhao Cong was not angry, he withdrew what he was going to say, and looked at Zhou Gongming who came out of the train.

Wen Qingzhu hated secretly, and finally waited for the emperor to speak, but was suddenly interrupted by Zhou Gongming.

Lan Tingzhi, who was standing in the top five in the rank of civil servants, moved slightly with drooping eyelids, and a faint gaze swept across Zhou Gongming intentionally or unintentionally.

Zhou Gongming seemed to have sensed it, and turned his head slightly to look at Lan Tingzhi, who withdrew his gaze.

"Your Majesty, this is my minister's notebook." Zhou Gongming took out from his cuffs the blood test that he got on the road this morning, and handed it over respectfully with both hands.

The red letters on a white background, and the bright red handwriting, made all the ministers in the court look at it with doubts and suspicions, and whispers sounded one after another.

Eunuch Tianxi hurriedly walked from top to bottom, held the blood test, glanced at Zhou Gongming, turned and returned.

Zhao Cong took the blood form, opened it, and read the content quickly at a glance.His expression didn't change, and he didn't seem surprised.

Zhou Gongming, who silently observed the face of the emperor, frowned secretly, his lowered eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

At this moment, others do not know that on the table in front of Zhao Cong, there are three memorials side by side.

One is from Wen Qingzhu, one is from Liu He, the prefect of Anning, and the last one is the blood book just presented by Zhou Gongming.

Zhao Cong said lightly: "Wen Qing."

Wen Qingzhu's body trembled slightly, and this timid look fell into the eyes of Zhou Gongming who was standing side by side, causing a faint mockery to appear in his eyes.

"My minister is here." Wen Qingzhu bowed.

Zhao Cong's majestic Longmu glanced at him lightly: "In the memorial about the disaster submitted by Liu He, the prefect of Anning, it was mentioned that a woman surnamed Chu proposed the vaccination of smallpox and saved countless lives. And this Chu's father also contributed a lot to this disaster, why are there no words in your memorial?"

(End of this chapter)