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If it weren¡¯t for the fact that He Yuanshen was from the Duke of Wei, Hong Shaotian would have given him some food and imprisoned him as a suspect.
"It's useless to be extremely angry and attack your heart. I advise Zuo Shiyi to draw the appearance of the murderer as soon as possible. I will ask the emperor to impose a strict ban on the whole city and arrest the murderer."
He replied lightly to He Yuanshen, which made He Yuanshen feel aggrieved but speechless. After a long time, he snorted coldly and started to draw.
At this time, he suppressed his fear and recalled the appearance of the murderer. He actually couldn't remember what Qing looked like. He only remembered that he was riding a brown horse and wore a gray coarse cloth short half-arm jacket. As for whether the collar was on the left or on the left. The right man could not remember clearly, but he could only vaguely remember that the strong and powerful arms under his half-arm easily hooked Gao Shen's neck and dragged him for a long distance.
He Yuanshen shuddered when he thought of this. A pair of fierce eyes and a mustache on his upper lip appeared in his mind, which was really scary.
He put pen to paper and finished drawing, and the more he looked at it, the more similar it became, as if he remembered the scene at noon again, threw the pen away, and did not dare to look at it again.
Hong Shaotian was a little worried at first. He Yuanshen was also very talented in Luoyang before he became an official. His poems, calligraphy and paintings were praised and praised by a group of powerful people. At this time, he saw the person who did it again, and Hong Shaotian was afraid that he would not be able to paint well. It's so lifelike that it makes it difficult for you to handle it.
But when I saw the appearance in the painting, I couldn't help but curl up my lips and stopped talking.
To be honest, He Yuanshen was not successful as an official, but his paintings were good.
It's just that most of the men in the streets of the Tang Dynasty were dressed like the ones depicted in his paintings. They were either wearing short jackets and coarse trousers, or they were wearing Taoist robes. There were very few ordinary people wearing Confucian shirts. He Yuan Shen painted it like this. If you catch him at will when you go out, the person you capture will burst the prison of Dali Temple.
Although Hong Shaotian disapproved of it, he still had people copy it and post it in front of each list around the city gate.
His nonchalant and businesslike demeanor angered He Yuanshen again, and the two argued for a few words. Just as there was an order in the palace, Hong Shaotian took a scroll of portraits drawn by He Yuanshen. Apparently he was going to be taken to the palace.
When the young minister of Dali Temple saw his action, he couldn't help but asked cautiously:
"What if you take the painting away but copy it later?"
Hong Shaotian glanced at the cold-faced He Yuanshen and laughed:
"The prince is still here, let him paint another one and it will be done."
He Yuanshen was so angry that he fell to the ground. He wanted to argue with him again, but Hong Shaotian refused to pay attention to him, turned around and went out.
In the palace, Yan Zhui ordered the entire city to be placed under lockdown and to capture the murderer according to He Yuanshen's paintings. However, for seven or eight days, there was no trace of the murderer. A lot of people in Dali Temple were caught, but most of them were shouting that they were wronged. No one confessed.
The horse ridden by the perpetrator that day was found, but who the murderer was is still unknown.
Above the court, Yan Zhui scolded the people in Dali Temple and the Criminal Division fiercely, but the thunder was loud and the raindrops were light. As time went by, many people in the court came to their senses. Only He Yuan Shen was very anxious.
He was eager to redress Gao Shen's grievance, but as time went by, it was very likely that the matter would go unsolved.
In the early morning of the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, Li Fulin, the official of Tongping Zhang, came to admonish:
"Your Majesty, people from Dali Temple and Jinwu Guards are now arresting people in the market. Rumors have been spread among the people. Now people are in panic. I think the first thing is to calm the people's hearts."
Hong Shaotian, the minister of Dali Temple, and Xiahou Shen of Jinwu Guards seemed particularly innocent: "I also acted under orders."
"It has been a few days. The Empress and the Queen are approaching the end of their lives. The memorial days of the late Emperor and the late Queen Mother and the First Prince's first birthday are also coming soon. It is better to delay the death of Gao Shilang for a while, so as not to miss the important event." Yao Shi also grasped it. Xiang Hu took a step forward to speak.
Yan Zhui didn¡¯t say anything, but He Yuanshen, who was in the queue, couldn¡¯t let go after hearing these words, and hurriedly stepped out:
"The official thinks that since Taizu established the dynasty, in the past few decades, such evil has never happened under the emperor's feet. Mr. Gao is an official of the imperial court, but there are evil people who are so bold that they dare to attack him in broad daylight. His bad behavior is really intolerable." He loudly opposed the opinions of Yao Shi and others, and urged Yan Zhui to send more manpower to investigate.
Speaking of excitement, He Yuanshen almost got into an argument with someone, and the emperor and his ministers broke up unhappy during an early morning meeting.
After going to court, everyone did not give him a good look, but he didn't take it seriously. After going to court in the morning, he took out a piece of paper and wrote a letter to the emperor to arrest the murderer.
It¡¯s just that the remonstrances finally fell into the sea, and there was no trace of success.Sound.
He was worried day by day, and tried to contact a group of old friends to come forward, hoping to put pressure on the court to make Yan Zhuiduochui send troops to hunt down the murderer.
"It's just that his former close friend Gu Yujin is dead, and Liu Shixian is just the second son of Prince Jing who has not received the title, and has not yet entered the officialdom, so he cannot play much role.
Under the worry and anger, he became even more depressed. Duke Wei's warning only made him feel more and more disappointed with the world.
On the ninth day of the sixth lunar month, Fu Minghua¡¯s birthday was celebrated all over the world, and the sounds of joy were heard everywhere in the streets. Yan Zhui gave a banquet to Hanyuan Hall. He entered the hall with everyone, and he also looked frowning.
In the Qingning Palace, Fu Minghua accepted the worship of all the ladies. Amidst the cheers of the crowd, she was a little distracted.
She thought of the Empress Dowager and Concubine Cui, who were no longer alive, and should now be called Empress Dowager Cui.
When she sat on the throne for the first time and paid homage to the concubines, it was the then Concubine Cui who pulled her to sit on the throne with her.
She was slightly in a daze, and Biyun and the others didn't even notice, but she was awakened by the sound of her blessed wife's worship.
There were many familiar faces in the crowd, Princess Danyang, Duke Su of Wei, Wei Minzhu and others were all there, and everyone's thoughts were wrapped up behind heavy makeup.
There were still many married women waiting outside the palace. Nanny Xue brought out the scented tea that had been prepared for Fu Minghua to moisten his throat. When she went to drink tea, she saw the figure of Yang Fuzhen, the queen of the palace, saluting her from a distance. .
Fu Minghua pinched the handkerchief, pressed his lips, and told Biyun:
"Call Yang Fuzhen."
She lowered her eyelids, her eyelashes were slender, her hair was all combed up, her temples were covered with flowers, and the golden tweezers hanging down were flashing, very beautiful.
Biyunfu bowed and stepped back. After a while, Yang Fuzhen came forward, cleaned his hands himself and bent down to hold the tray for her. Fu Minghua put the cup at hand on it, and he whispered:
"Mother, there was a dispute between Zuo Shiyi and the minister of Dali Temple in Hanyuan Palace, and they almost got into a fight."
The people below were far away and did not hear Yang Fuzhen's words.
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