Chapter 86 Three Sessions

In the middle of the night, the door opened hoarsely, and a cold wind blew in.

Fang Yun was shocked and suddenly raised his head. A familiar voice was crossing the door.

"So it's you. Why? Haven't you gone to see Princess Qingchang yet?" Fang Yun looked at it and lowered his head again.

Princess Gu She did not answer. She stared at Fang Yun, as if she had seen him for the first time. After a moment of hesitation, the aunt shot the princess and said:

"You..., did you really sue him to Dali Temple?"

Fang Yun shook his head and bounced a document from the information at hand: "You can have a look for yourself."

The aunt shot the princess and took the document in her hand. Looking down, I saw three large chapters clearly stamped on the yellow documents, namely Dali Temple, the Ministry of Criminal Justice, and the Metropolitan Procurative Institute. On these three large chapters, there is also a vermilion large Zhou seal, with the seal "i.e. Shou Yongchang".

There are also two lines of small characters on the document: the discussion has passed, and the Dali Temple, the Ministry of Criminal Justice and the People's Procuratorate will be held for trial!

Even if the princess is arrogant, he is also secretly shocked to see these lines of words. This palm-sized document represents the most powerful Confucian power of Confucianism in the Zhou Dynasty. No one dares to despise the weight of this thin book.

The aunt shot the princess took a look and saw Fang Yun looking at the information by himself under the light. Princess Gu She stopped talking. She stood in the room for a while and quietly retreated.

One night, it will pass quickly.

In the early morning, a group of people appeared at the gate of the Sifang Hou Mansion.

"At the order of Lord Zhang, Lord Li of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, and Lord Liu of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, I came to invite Mr. Fang Yunfang to go to Dali Temple and cooperate with the trial of the three halls!"

The door opened, and Fang Yun pushed the door out with a calm expression.

"Your Excellency, thank you."

"Shizi, please."

After Fang Yun sat in the sedan chair, the group of people carried the sedan chair to Dali Temple. The whole process is quiet and terrible. More than 20 sapon-clothed officials looked solemn and didn't speak a word.

In the southwest of the capital, Dali Temple has a strict atmosphere.

On both sides of Dali Temple, Mingyi holds a staff, and Dali Temple, the Ministry of Criminal Justice and the Metropolitan Procuratorate are lined up.

Above the lobby, there are three chiefs, with a clear crown and a court uniform.

Zhang Muqing, the minister of Dali Temple on the left, is sitting upright and has a decent temperament. Li Juzheng, the minister of the Ministry of Criminal Justice in the middle, has a clear face, a high crown belt, and a majestic temperament; Liu Shouyan, the imperial historian of the capital courtyard on the right, looks solemn and is not angry.

"Late birth Fang Yun, I have met three adults!"

Fang Yun stepped in with his head held high, looking calm, not panicked, not arrogant or impatient, revealing a rare atmosphere for ordinary scholars.

"Well, now under the order of the three princes, the three halls will review and review the title of the crown prince Shaobao Yang Hong as the Marquis of Wu. Yang Hong hasn't arrived yet. Just wait for a moment.

Li Juzheng, the secretary of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, has slightly white temples. Among the three halls, he is the oldest and has the highest official position. He is an official of the second grade.

"Yes, my lord!"

These three people are upright and morally noble. Although they are not as good as the three public, they are quite respected. Fang Yun retreated to the right, silent and waited silently.

The Dali Temple is solemn, just waiting for Yang Hong to arrive.

Time passed silently until the second moment, the sun was shining, and Yang Hong had not yet appeared.

"Huang Sizhi, have the documents reviewed by the three halls been transmitted to the Marquis of Yingwu?"

Yang Juzheng suddenly asked.

"Your Excellency, the document has been delivered." Under the hall, an official in blue came out and said.

"Your Excellency!" Just then, a soap-clothed morator came in quickly: "The ceremonial array to welcome Yang Hong, Marquis of Yingwu, has come back."

"Yang Hong can be in the sedan chair?" Zhang Juzheng asked.

The soap-clothed government official hesitated for a moment: "Lord, no!"

"Absurd!"

The minister of Dali Temple, the minister of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, and the imperial history, all three of them changed color. Zhang Juzheng slapped the hall and said, "Get out!" Immediately behind the scenes, he looked extremely unhappy.

Zhang Muqing and Liu Shouyan also looked ugly and walked in angrily.

On the first day of the three-class trial, Yang Hong was absent, allowing the three court officials to wait all morning in Dali Temple! The news spread, and the capital became a sensation again.

"The Marquis of Yingwu is so arrogant that he actually made the three court officials wait all morning!"

"This is also a reasonable matter. The status of Marquis Wu is respected, which is equivalent to the official position of the imperial court. With three official officials of the second grade, the Marquis of Bingjia Yipin, with the nature of the Marquis of Yingwu, how can they go!"

"It doesn't matter if you offended the three adults this time. The problem is that this time, it is equivalent to offending the Confucian ministers of the Manchu Dynasty at the same time!"

"The great Zhou Dynasty was divided. If it hadn't been for the title of Marquis this time, the three princes would not have been able to control the Marquis of Wu. It's strange that Yang Hong will be afraid of Confucian ministers!"

......

There is a lot of discussion in the whole capital, and there are different opinions. Marquis Yingwu didn't say anything, did nothing, but did everything. Everyone felt the strong and domineering of the prince Shaobao.

Fang Yun closed his eyes and sat in the carriage and went to the four-way marquis. The carriage was sent by Mrs. Huayang.

hoo!

A gust of wind passed, and there was an extra figure in the narrow carriage.

The princess sat opposite Fang Yun and stared at Fang Yun with a strange look.

"What are you looking at?" Fang Yun said indifferently.

"I've heard about it."

"What did you hear about?"

"Ha, I'm still pretending. I was just about to go to the palace when I heard the news on the way. Yang Hong didn't arrive. What, do you feel like you've been slapped? Hey, although I don't like that Yang Hong either. However, it's even more stupid for you to be so reckless. The aunt shot the princess sarcastically.

"Woves, what do you know?"

Fang Yun glanced at the princess indifferently, and his eyes were full of disdain.

"You!" "Woman's family" made the aunt shoot the princess furious. As soon as she stretched out her hand, a sword crossed Fang Yun's neck: "Believe it or not, I'll kill you now!"

Fang Yun stretched out his hand and gently pushed away the long sword of the aunt shooting princess: "They are all in their twenties, and they are still as familiar as me, a 15-year-old. Don't you feel ashamed?"

"You!--"

Fang Yun ignored the anger on the princess's face and said to himself:

"In the Zhou Dynasty, the rule of law was ruled by law. Even the prince broke the law and committed the same crime as the common people. Yang Hong was just a martial marquis. What qualifications does he have to put on airs? He did this, it was just a mistake."

After saying that, Fang Yun half opened his mouth and closed his eyes to recuperate.

When the princess heard the words, he seemed to think about it. After a while, the wind swung, and the princess disappeared quietly.

The carriage arrived at the Sifang Hou Mansion, and the old housekeeper Liang Bo was waiting at the door with a solemn face. Seeing Fang Yun coming down, he immediately hurried up.

"Young master, I just got the news. The Secretary of Dali Temple, the Secretary of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, and the Imperial History of the Metropolitan Procurate jointly entered the palace and asked to see the three princes. As Liang Bo walked, he whispered.

Fang Yun stopped and narrowed his eyes slightly: "This matter will have an idea tomorrow. In addition, don't tell your mother about these things. My mother is tired enough!"

In the evening, Fang Yun got the news again. Dali Temple, the Ministry of Criminal Justice and the Metropolitan Procurate jointly issued a written notice to the Marquis of Yingwu again!

......

The next day, Fang Yun bathed and changed his clothes and arrived at Dali Temple again. The lobby was solemn, waiting for Hou Yanghong's appearance again.

Fang Yun stood in the hall, just like yesterday, without saying a word.

Time passed silently, and soon a moment passed. In another quarter of an hour, the three-class trial was about to end. Just then, a soap-clothed servatory came in.

"Three adults, the Marquis of Yingwu has sent someone here!"

"Huh? Let him in!"

After a while, a short and fat counselor with three black whiskers under his slightly fat figure, swaggered in.

This man looked arrogant. He arched his hand to the three adults in the hall, and then said, "Three adults, my marquis is busy with official business and has no free time. I was specially ordered to come over and listen to the trial on his behalf.

With that, he turned around, looked at Fang Yun, and said with a sarcastic face, "Fang Yun, if you have anything to say, just tell me! In this three-party trial, the marquis has fully authorized me to hear the trial on his behalf.

Li Juzheng, Zhang Muqing and Liu Shouzheng frowned slightly, faintly unhappy.

Fang Yun has been silent all the time, and then he finally spoke.

"Three adults," Fang Yun arched his hand: "I have something to say in my late life."

"Fang Yun, if you have anything to say, just say it."

"The three adults, the Marquis of Wu, were first issued by the imperial court, and then by the royal family. If there is any objection to the canonization of Wuhou, anyone can go to Dali Temple to judge. - This rule was set by Taizu of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Now the three public resolutions have held three sessions for trial. The Prince Taibao was absent on the first day for the sake of arrogance. On the second day, it is disrespectful to send others to attend instead!"

"How is the prince Shaobao Wude? It can be seen at a glance. In the late life, I thought that there was no need for the three-class trial. Yang Hong is not qualified to become a marquis of martial arts at all. Prince Shaobao was so arrogant that he was disrespectful to the court and to the Taizu of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Such a person, if the Marquis of Wu is established, it is the misfortune of the imperial court and the misfortune of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Please make a final order!"

Fang Yun didn't open his mouth. As soon as he opened his mouth, he immediately attacked fiercely, and pointed to the point.

beside him, the slightly fat counselor of the Marquis of Yingwu only felt a shadow of a sword coming, and his face immediately changed greatly, knowing that he underestimated the prince.

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