Chapter 137
The Mandate of Heaven Can't Be Violated?
Chapter 137 The Mandate of Heaven Can't Be Violated?
At dusk, the manor in the suburbs of Beijing.
The third prince paced back and forth on the balcony.
He had just seen the intense blood light above the capital.
And Mo Tong, who went to investigate, has not returned for a long time.
This can't help but make the Third Prince feel a little haze in his heart.
While he was pacing, the maids and eunuchs behind him all held their breath and did not dare to make a sound.
Although the third prince's attitude towards his servants is usually mild, but they are good at observing words and demeanor, so they naturally dare not touch his bad luck at this moment.
Finally, after a long wait, Mo Tong hurried back.
He looked anxious, and walked up to the attic of the manor, "Your Highness! Dead! Dead!"
The third prince's heart skipped a beat!
Face as grey.
Jiangnan is the sword head of Jianlu, even if you don't look at the terrifying network of contacts behind it.
The Sword Hut alone is terrifying enough.
Moreover, Mo Qingshan, the current Sword Master of the Sword Cottage, is a ruthless man who has entered the Western Regions seven times...
Such a sword hut, their sword heads will kill the capital...
The consequences... the third prince felt his scalp go numb just thinking about it.
"Your Highness, Lord Jiang is not dead!"
Seeing the expression of the third prince, Mo Tong hurriedly explained: "It's Sun Chuyang, the servant of the Ministry of Punishment, who is dead!"
The third prince: "?"
Sun Chuyang knew it. Although he had the name of Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, he had already turned into the shape of the second prince.
This is the top of the court, and everyone knows it.
Only then did Mo Tong continue: "Sun Chuyang of the Ministry of Punishment led Mr. Academy and the cruel officials of the Ministry of Punishment to search for traces of sacrificial vessels and entered the Xiuyi Mansion."
"And Jiang Wenbai, the chief supervisor of the Ministry of Punishment, also broke in afterward."
"But in the middle of the night, Sun Chuyang never came out of Xiuyi Mansion."
"According to a cruel official who entered it, Sun Chuyang was beheaded by Lord Jiang, and he didn't even leave his soul behind!"
The third prince frowned, and he sighed after a long time, "Mo Tong, follow me to the Ministry of Punishment to find someone!"
Mo Tong was taken aback, "Who are you looking for?"
"Of course it's for that Lord Jiang!"
Mo Tong opened his mouth, "Your Highness... this subordinate did not see Master Jiang being taken to the Ministry of Punishment..."
The third prince: "Didn't you say that he killed the minister of punishment?"
"Correct!"
"and then?"
"Gone."
"Gone?"
"Gone!"
Mo Tong took a deep breath, "When Jiang Wenbai and Dushou Jiang came out of Xiuyi Mansion, his subordinates did not find Lord Jianghou."
"I guess...he should still be in Qingfeng Mansion now."
Hearing this, the third prince was silent for a long time.
He always thought he was smart.
But suddenly I feel that my brain seems to be not enough.
Jiangnan killed people.
It was Sun Chuyang, the servant of the Ministry of Punishments who killed him.
Facing such a heinous crime, the Ministry of Justice, which has always been extremely domineering, dared not speak up like a quail...
What the hell is this all about?
The third prince kneaded his temples and muttered to himself.
"wrong."
"There must be something else going on."
"Otherwise, with the consistent style of the Ministry of Punishment, it is impossible to let it go."
.
In the middle of the night, a figure walked on the streets.
He walked all the way, and wherever he went, the snow melted.
This person went to the door of Shangshu of the Ministry of punishment.
Knock the door.
After a long time, an old man with the appearance of a butler opened the solemn red door, his eyes were cloudy, and he slowly shook his head.
"My master won't see any guests tonight, please come back, my lord."
The young man cupped his hands, "Jin is a staff member of His Highness Second Highness, and came to pay a visit to Liu Shangshu by His Highness's order."
The old man still shook his head: "My lord, this old slave just said that the master won't see you tonight."
The face of the staff surnamed Jin became gloomy.
He is extremely talented and has reached the fourth rank at a young age.
He is also favored by the second prince, please be his aide.
Where did you experience such sulking?
As a result, a strong coercion overflowed from him, and the cold snowy night was as hot and unbearable as midsummer in an instant.
But under this terrifying power, the old man swallowed everything like a deep sea.
He closed the door, and finally said: "This is the Minister's Mansion of the Ministry of Punishment, my son, please pay attention to your words and deeds."
bang.
The door closes.
The staff surnamed Jin stood in front of the door for a long time, after struggling several times.
In the end, there was no trouble.
After all, he could not bear the result of acting wildly at the door of Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishment, which is the second grade.
The staff surnamed Jin sighed.
He came by order.
At that time, the second prince was furious when he learned what happened in Xiuyi Mansion.
But Sun Chuyang was killed, but there was no movement from the Ministry of Punishment.
The second prince sent him to the Minister's Mansion of the Ministry of Punishment, intending to discuss it.
But I didn't expect that Liu Chang'an, Minister of the Ministry of punishment, would not even meet him.
The staff surnamed Jin returned to the Wanyi Palace and reported everything they encountered.
The second prince on the recliner listened to his report without saying a word, as if he was asleep.
But the people present were all trembling.
Because they saw that the armrest of the reclining chair woven with iron wood and rattan had been shattered inch by inch by the second prince.
Only the officials in the corner had auspicious faces, and their expressions were different.
For some reason, when the second prince was asked why he targeted Jiangnan, he reacted differently.
Lingering in Jixiang's mind.
.
The next day.
The heavy snow that lasted for many days finally stopped, and the long-lost sunshine fell on the streets and alleys of the capital.
Printed on the snow, emitting a faint brilliance.
The weather, which has always been cold, also has a touch of warmth.
Such a fine weather seems to have dispelled the gloom in the hearts of the people. What happened yesterday was like a dream, and it became a topic of conversation after dinner.
But the turmoil in the upper echelons of the imperial court is far from over.
Last night, almost everyone who followed this matter received the news of Sun Chuyang's death.
They are waiting.
Waiting for the Criminal Department to arrest Jiangnan aggressively.
However, the strange thing is that in the face of such evil deeds, the Ministry of Punishment turned a deaf ear to it.
Not the slightest movement.
Such a strange development made everyone unexpected.
But the Ministry of Criminal Justice did not act, and they just watched.
Before His Majesty returns to Beijing, these old fried dough sticks will just sit on the sidelines, and none of them will beep.
Therefore, regarding yesterday's incident, the reaction of the entire imperial court was extremely negative.
It is clear that Jiangnan committed the serious crime of killing the imperial court official, but no one party jumped out to uphold justice.
Weird.
But Luo Qiyuan, which was the source of the turmoil, was extremely quiet.
Of course, in the streets and alleys outside Xiuyi Mansion today, as expected, there are many unfamiliar faces.
They pretended to be passers-by and observed the movement of Qingfeng Mansion from afar.
Under the watchful eyes of countless pairs of eyes, that Lord Jianghou didn't go out all day.
On the contrary, a white-haired old man entered the embroidery mansion under the leadership of a deacon of the embroidery mansion.
The spies on the street were all taken aback.
They recognized the man.
——One of the famous contemporary doctors in the capital, Yang Xuezhi, a master.
Yang Xuezhi panicked.
When he was together early this morning, a deacon from the Xiuyi Mansion came to the door and asked him to heal someone's injury.
After thinking for a moment, he agreed.
But he never expected that the other party brought him to Luo Qiyuan!
Yang Xuezhi's eyelids twitched.
He had heard about what happened yesterday——Sun Chuyang, the minister of punishment, was buried in the hands of the owner of this yard.
"Deacon Huang... But that Lord Jiang needs to be treated?" Yang Xuezhi stood in front of the door and asked.
The deacon shook his head: "Old Yang, it's not Lord Jianghou, you'll know when you go in."
Yang Xuezhi: "You don't follow?"
Deacon Huang smiled: "I still have some important matters to deal with. Mr. Yang, after your diagnosis and treatment, someone will send you off."
After finishing speaking, he glanced at Luo Qiyuan, a trace of hidden deep fear appeared in his eyes, and then he ran away without waiting for Yang Xuezhi to speak.
Yang Xuezhi: "..."
But it's all here, and it's impossible to go back here.
With a sigh, he knocked on the door of Luo Qiyuan.
As soon as the door opened, there was a faint smell of blood.
Obviously, it has been cleaned.
But Yang Xuezhi, who was extremely sensitive to blood, still couldn't help sniffling.
He couldn't help trembling when he thought of the vicious and famous Sun Shilang who was beheaded in this courtyard yesterday.
As soon as the door opened, there was a handsome young man with the appearance of a scholar standing in front of the door.
The young man clasped his hands and saluted, looking gentle and elegant, "You are Yang Xuezhi, old doctor Yang, right? I have heard about your name for a long time. I am Jiangnan. Please come to Mr. Yang."
Yang Xuezhi couldn't help being stunned for a moment.
The Lord Jiang in front of him was not as vicious and murderous as he had imagined.
On the contrary, this person's words and deeds are polite and educated, which is extremely decent.
This also made Yang Xuezhi relax a bit.
"This old man has seen Master Jiang." Yang Xuezhi returned the salute and asked again: "Master Jiang, may I ask who needs to be diagnosed?"
Jiang Nan said as he walked, "It's my maid, Mr. Yang laughed at me."
Yang Xuezhi was stunned.
As a famous doctor in the capital city, although his cultivation base is mediocre, he is proficient in medical skills, especially in treating injuries.
Countless dignitaries and dignitaries have been rejuvenated by his skillful hands.
And the consultation fee... is naturally extremely expensive.
This Lord Jiang invited him here just to treat a maid?
With doubts, Yang Xuezhi entered the other courtyard.
Then I saw a hammock entwined with green vines, and a girl was lying on it with her eyes closed.
"Old Yang, it's her."
Jiang Nan stood with his hands down, and said: "I have heard for a long time that the medical skills of the masters in the capital are unparalleled, and I invite Old Yang's hands to rejuvenate."
Yang Xuezhi took a closer look, but saw that the girl on the hammock was pale and breathless, she was actually a dead person!
"Jiang Houye... Please don't make fun of me like this, this woman has lost her soul, how can I do this?"
Yang Xuezhi's face was ugly, and she frowned.
I don't care about Jiangnan's fierce reputation.
"The soul flies away?"
Jiang Nan shook his head and said, "Old Yang, take a closer look."
Yang Xue was stunned, and looked up.
On top of the girl's corpse, a ghostly remnant soul that was almost undetectable was floating.
Looking at that appearance, it is generally the same as the girl on the hammock.
Dead, but not quite dead.
Still hanging on the soul.
For a while, Yang Xuezhi understood Jiangnan's thoughts, and his face changed suddenly!
"Jiang...Master Jiang...do you want to live against death?"
Jiangnan nodded.
Yang Xuezhi took a deep look at him and sighed,
"Jiang Houye, life and death are fate."
"Yin and Yang are irreversible, destiny cannot be violated!"
(End of this chapter)
At dusk, the manor in the suburbs of Beijing.
The third prince paced back and forth on the balcony.
He had just seen the intense blood light above the capital.
And Mo Tong, who went to investigate, has not returned for a long time.
This can't help but make the Third Prince feel a little haze in his heart.
While he was pacing, the maids and eunuchs behind him all held their breath and did not dare to make a sound.
Although the third prince's attitude towards his servants is usually mild, but they are good at observing words and demeanor, so they naturally dare not touch his bad luck at this moment.
Finally, after a long wait, Mo Tong hurried back.
He looked anxious, and walked up to the attic of the manor, "Your Highness! Dead! Dead!"
The third prince's heart skipped a beat!
Face as grey.
Jiangnan is the sword head of Jianlu, even if you don't look at the terrifying network of contacts behind it.
The Sword Hut alone is terrifying enough.
Moreover, Mo Qingshan, the current Sword Master of the Sword Cottage, is a ruthless man who has entered the Western Regions seven times...
Such a sword hut, their sword heads will kill the capital...
The consequences... the third prince felt his scalp go numb just thinking about it.
"Your Highness, Lord Jiang is not dead!"
Seeing the expression of the third prince, Mo Tong hurriedly explained: "It's Sun Chuyang, the servant of the Ministry of Punishment, who is dead!"
The third prince: "?"
Sun Chuyang knew it. Although he had the name of Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, he had already turned into the shape of the second prince.
This is the top of the court, and everyone knows it.
Only then did Mo Tong continue: "Sun Chuyang of the Ministry of Punishment led Mr. Academy and the cruel officials of the Ministry of Punishment to search for traces of sacrificial vessels and entered the Xiuyi Mansion."
"And Jiang Wenbai, the chief supervisor of the Ministry of Punishment, also broke in afterward."
"But in the middle of the night, Sun Chuyang never came out of Xiuyi Mansion."
"According to a cruel official who entered it, Sun Chuyang was beheaded by Lord Jiang, and he didn't even leave his soul behind!"
The third prince frowned, and he sighed after a long time, "Mo Tong, follow me to the Ministry of Punishment to find someone!"
Mo Tong was taken aback, "Who are you looking for?"
"Of course it's for that Lord Jiang!"
Mo Tong opened his mouth, "Your Highness... this subordinate did not see Master Jiang being taken to the Ministry of Punishment..."
The third prince: "Didn't you say that he killed the minister of punishment?"
"Correct!"
"and then?"
"Gone."
"Gone?"
"Gone!"
Mo Tong took a deep breath, "When Jiang Wenbai and Dushou Jiang came out of Xiuyi Mansion, his subordinates did not find Lord Jianghou."
"I guess...he should still be in Qingfeng Mansion now."
Hearing this, the third prince was silent for a long time.
He always thought he was smart.
But suddenly I feel that my brain seems to be not enough.
Jiangnan killed people.
It was Sun Chuyang, the servant of the Ministry of Punishments who killed him.
Facing such a heinous crime, the Ministry of Justice, which has always been extremely domineering, dared not speak up like a quail...
What the hell is this all about?
The third prince kneaded his temples and muttered to himself.
"wrong."
"There must be something else going on."
"Otherwise, with the consistent style of the Ministry of Punishment, it is impossible to let it go."
.
In the middle of the night, a figure walked on the streets.
He walked all the way, and wherever he went, the snow melted.
This person went to the door of Shangshu of the Ministry of punishment.
Knock the door.
After a long time, an old man with the appearance of a butler opened the solemn red door, his eyes were cloudy, and he slowly shook his head.
"My master won't see any guests tonight, please come back, my lord."
The young man cupped his hands, "Jin is a staff member of His Highness Second Highness, and came to pay a visit to Liu Shangshu by His Highness's order."
The old man still shook his head: "My lord, this old slave just said that the master won't see you tonight."
The face of the staff surnamed Jin became gloomy.
He is extremely talented and has reached the fourth rank at a young age.
He is also favored by the second prince, please be his aide.
Where did you experience such sulking?
As a result, a strong coercion overflowed from him, and the cold snowy night was as hot and unbearable as midsummer in an instant.
But under this terrifying power, the old man swallowed everything like a deep sea.
He closed the door, and finally said: "This is the Minister's Mansion of the Ministry of Punishment, my son, please pay attention to your words and deeds."
bang.
The door closes.
The staff surnamed Jin stood in front of the door for a long time, after struggling several times.
In the end, there was no trouble.
After all, he could not bear the result of acting wildly at the door of Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishment, which is the second grade.
The staff surnamed Jin sighed.
He came by order.
At that time, the second prince was furious when he learned what happened in Xiuyi Mansion.
But Sun Chuyang was killed, but there was no movement from the Ministry of Punishment.
The second prince sent him to the Minister's Mansion of the Ministry of Punishment, intending to discuss it.
But I didn't expect that Liu Chang'an, Minister of the Ministry of punishment, would not even meet him.
The staff surnamed Jin returned to the Wanyi Palace and reported everything they encountered.
The second prince on the recliner listened to his report without saying a word, as if he was asleep.
But the people present were all trembling.
Because they saw that the armrest of the reclining chair woven with iron wood and rattan had been shattered inch by inch by the second prince.
Only the officials in the corner had auspicious faces, and their expressions were different.
For some reason, when the second prince was asked why he targeted Jiangnan, he reacted differently.
Lingering in Jixiang's mind.
.
The next day.
The heavy snow that lasted for many days finally stopped, and the long-lost sunshine fell on the streets and alleys of the capital.
Printed on the snow, emitting a faint brilliance.
The weather, which has always been cold, also has a touch of warmth.
Such a fine weather seems to have dispelled the gloom in the hearts of the people. What happened yesterday was like a dream, and it became a topic of conversation after dinner.
But the turmoil in the upper echelons of the imperial court is far from over.
Last night, almost everyone who followed this matter received the news of Sun Chuyang's death.
They are waiting.
Waiting for the Criminal Department to arrest Jiangnan aggressively.
However, the strange thing is that in the face of such evil deeds, the Ministry of Punishment turned a deaf ear to it.
Not the slightest movement.
Such a strange development made everyone unexpected.
But the Ministry of Criminal Justice did not act, and they just watched.
Before His Majesty returns to Beijing, these old fried dough sticks will just sit on the sidelines, and none of them will beep.
Therefore, regarding yesterday's incident, the reaction of the entire imperial court was extremely negative.
It is clear that Jiangnan committed the serious crime of killing the imperial court official, but no one party jumped out to uphold justice.
Weird.
But Luo Qiyuan, which was the source of the turmoil, was extremely quiet.
Of course, in the streets and alleys outside Xiuyi Mansion today, as expected, there are many unfamiliar faces.
They pretended to be passers-by and observed the movement of Qingfeng Mansion from afar.
Under the watchful eyes of countless pairs of eyes, that Lord Jianghou didn't go out all day.
On the contrary, a white-haired old man entered the embroidery mansion under the leadership of a deacon of the embroidery mansion.
The spies on the street were all taken aback.
They recognized the man.
——One of the famous contemporary doctors in the capital, Yang Xuezhi, a master.
Yang Xuezhi panicked.
When he was together early this morning, a deacon from the Xiuyi Mansion came to the door and asked him to heal someone's injury.
After thinking for a moment, he agreed.
But he never expected that the other party brought him to Luo Qiyuan!
Yang Xuezhi's eyelids twitched.
He had heard about what happened yesterday——Sun Chuyang, the minister of punishment, was buried in the hands of the owner of this yard.
"Deacon Huang... But that Lord Jiang needs to be treated?" Yang Xuezhi stood in front of the door and asked.
The deacon shook his head: "Old Yang, it's not Lord Jianghou, you'll know when you go in."
Yang Xuezhi: "You don't follow?"
Deacon Huang smiled: "I still have some important matters to deal with. Mr. Yang, after your diagnosis and treatment, someone will send you off."
After finishing speaking, he glanced at Luo Qiyuan, a trace of hidden deep fear appeared in his eyes, and then he ran away without waiting for Yang Xuezhi to speak.
Yang Xuezhi: "..."
But it's all here, and it's impossible to go back here.
With a sigh, he knocked on the door of Luo Qiyuan.
As soon as the door opened, there was a faint smell of blood.
Obviously, it has been cleaned.
But Yang Xuezhi, who was extremely sensitive to blood, still couldn't help sniffling.
He couldn't help trembling when he thought of the vicious and famous Sun Shilang who was beheaded in this courtyard yesterday.
As soon as the door opened, there was a handsome young man with the appearance of a scholar standing in front of the door.
The young man clasped his hands and saluted, looking gentle and elegant, "You are Yang Xuezhi, old doctor Yang, right? I have heard about your name for a long time. I am Jiangnan. Please come to Mr. Yang."
Yang Xuezhi couldn't help being stunned for a moment.
The Lord Jiang in front of him was not as vicious and murderous as he had imagined.
On the contrary, this person's words and deeds are polite and educated, which is extremely decent.
This also made Yang Xuezhi relax a bit.
"This old man has seen Master Jiang." Yang Xuezhi returned the salute and asked again: "Master Jiang, may I ask who needs to be diagnosed?"
Jiang Nan said as he walked, "It's my maid, Mr. Yang laughed at me."
Yang Xuezhi was stunned.
As a famous doctor in the capital city, although his cultivation base is mediocre, he is proficient in medical skills, especially in treating injuries.
Countless dignitaries and dignitaries have been rejuvenated by his skillful hands.
And the consultation fee... is naturally extremely expensive.
This Lord Jiang invited him here just to treat a maid?
With doubts, Yang Xuezhi entered the other courtyard.
Then I saw a hammock entwined with green vines, and a girl was lying on it with her eyes closed.
"Old Yang, it's her."
Jiang Nan stood with his hands down, and said: "I have heard for a long time that the medical skills of the masters in the capital are unparalleled, and I invite Old Yang's hands to rejuvenate."
Yang Xuezhi took a closer look, but saw that the girl on the hammock was pale and breathless, she was actually a dead person!
"Jiang Houye... Please don't make fun of me like this, this woman has lost her soul, how can I do this?"
Yang Xuezhi's face was ugly, and she frowned.
I don't care about Jiangnan's fierce reputation.
"The soul flies away?"
Jiang Nan shook his head and said, "Old Yang, take a closer look."
Yang Xue was stunned, and looked up.
On top of the girl's corpse, a ghostly remnant soul that was almost undetectable was floating.
Looking at that appearance, it is generally the same as the girl on the hammock.
Dead, but not quite dead.
Still hanging on the soul.
For a while, Yang Xuezhi understood Jiangnan's thoughts, and his face changed suddenly!
"Jiang...Master Jiang...do you want to live against death?"
Jiangnan nodded.
Yang Xuezhi took a deep look at him and sighed,
"Jiang Houye, life and death are fate."
"Yin and Yang are irreversible, destiny cannot be violated!"
(End of this chapter)