After the Tyrant Dressed As a Woman Disguised As a Man

People are naturally killed, but officials who have made mistakes can't kill all of them. She has to look at the evidence and then make a careful calculation.

Wei Han turned back and carried a box from the Duzhi Shangshu's Mansion.

He would lock the unsorted official documents into the box every day, and carefully review them twice every morning before handing in the official documents.

Many people know that he has this habit when he arrives at the Bookstore Mansion for more than a month, so even if he does his hands and feet, others will choose to do his hands and feet after Wei Han handed in the manuscript.

They never expected that Wei Han secretly collected a lot of evidence, stuffed it all in this small box, and carried it with him every day.

Even if the average person records something terrible, it is tightly hidden. There are a few secret compartments under the floor, secret rooms under the paintings and calligraphy, and there are several agencies. Whichever looks like Wei Han will be expressionless all day long. By your side.

She really knows talents with insight, so that such talents can be dug from Gu Xiao's side.

Qiao Qing praised himself first, and flipped through the thick manuscript. After Wei Han waited uneasily, he said quietly for a long time: "Wei Qing is really bold. There is still some time for Zhang Aiqing to come over. You put the box behind the screen. Sit on top."

Qiao Qing set up the Hongmen Banquet in Tianlu Pavilion. She rarely entertains guests in her sleeping hall. After all, it is a place to sleep. If she kills people and gets bloody, she will not sleep well at night.

The study didn't matter. The emperor's mentality on the bookshelf, the previous history books used to let her learn from history, basically did not have a good thing written, almost full of cannibalism, fools, and murder.

Wei Han thanked the emperor's grace, and sat obediently behind the screen, just like a primary school student.

Qiao Qing couldn't help but glanced at him twice, and Wei Han looked more cramped, and then retracted his gaze.

The aristocratic family firmly grasped the privilege of studying. Even if the poor family wanted to get ahead, except for a few outstanding ones, it would be very difficult to break this class.

After a few poor families became a family, they would soon be assimilated by the rules and become members of the family, working hard to safeguard the interests of the family.

For example, in the case of the Duzhi Shangshufu, the power of the aristocratic family is higher than that of the imperial power. Qiao Qing wants to implement the New Deal, obstructing every step and doing it every step of the way.

Of course this is wrong. Qiao Qing comes from a later generation and knows the direction of power, but she wants to accomplish such a huge project with her alone. It's definitely not something that can be accomplished overnight.

If you want to divide the family, you must start with the imperial examination, from the bottom to the top, to disintegrate their rights.

It's just that she has been sitting on the throne for half a year. This can only happen slowly. You must first let the poor and the poor, have enough food and clothing before you can consider popularizing education.

They don’t have enough to eat, so they don’t want to go to school.

"Your Majesty, Jiedu Zhang Xi is waiting outside Tianlu Pavilion."

Jiedu was the official in charge of the military rations of the Duzhi Shangshufu, and he was counted as Wei Han's immediate superior.

Qiao Qing took the paper and just finished copying Wei Han's booklet with her left hand. She collected the original booklet, stood up again, and knocked on the screen.

"Come out first, and kneel there." Qiao Qing pointed to the open space in front of the desk. This scene is so beautiful that she is the only one to sing, and she still needs something to cheer about.

"Xuan Zhangxi will see you!"

Accompanied by the eunuch's slender and prolonged tone, Zhang Xi heard the emperor scolding: "Kneel me down!"

The sound was like the cold winter wind, still wrapped in biting ice and snow, which shocked Zhang Xi. Accompanied by the cold wind and cold words, there was an eye-inkstone stained with ink.

In the past, Qiao Qing used only high-quality goods, but after she thought about it, it was not worthwhile. She specially asked people to bring her a whole box of cheap inkstones into the palace from the people.

Zhang Xi had already learned that Wei Han was at fault, and the account he made had made a big mistake. Of course, this account was not made by Wei Han, but the content that was handed over was Wei Han's handwriting.

Wei Han made a mistake. Zhang Xi, as his immediate boss, also thought about being held accountable, but he was fully prepared beforehand. Even if the emperor asked him, he would have a good reason to defend himself.

But it was demoted. After some time passed, those adults would naturally give him some credit, and he could still climb up where he fell, and even higher.

But because of the emperor's violent shout and almost being smashed to the head by the inkstone, he took away his schadenfreude.

Hey, the emperor is good with everything. He is young and sick, but he has a bad temper. This habit of smashing things at every turn is not very good.

Zhang Xi glanced at Wei Han, who was kneeling there. Good fellow, Wei Han had been beaten to blood by the emperor. His face was red and bloody, very scary.

In a rage, the emperor's eye knife cut Zhang Xi's head again.

Qiao Qing scolded: "If you make a mistake, you still have the face to stand, kneel down for me!"

It turned out that he was going to kneel too, and Zhang Xi was also well-behaved, with a bend in his knees, he knelt down not far from Wei Han.

He opened his mouth and said, "The minister has been wronged."

Qiao Qing sneered. The look in her eyes reminded Zhang Xi of the poisonous snake staring at the prey. No, it was a giant python. The eye knife seemed to be poking on the cover of his heavenly spirit, making his scalp numb.

Zhang Xi suddenly became uncertain about his future. The emperor looked at him as if he was staring at a piece of rotten flesh.

It wasn't such a strong emotion, but he was obviously alive, and Zhang Xi shuddered, with a cold sweat on his back.

"Oh, tell me, what did I wrong you?"

Zhang Xi talked about Wei Han's incident, and also said the rhetoric he had prepared long ago. Although he believed that what he was doing was not perfect, he couldn't fault it in other places.

Qiao Qing grabbed a smile: "Why didn't I know that Wei Aiqing had done this kind of thing."

She picked out the folder from the table, opened it, and fell to Zhang Xi.

The above is indeed the poem mocking the emperor, but the writing above is not Wei Han's, but Zhang Xi's.

"When I looked at Zhezi, I really didn't realize that it was cursing me. Zhang Xi, you are so bold!"

How could it be his handwriting, how could it be his Zhang Xi's handwriting!

Zhang Xi opened his mouth wide, dumbfounded.

He looked at Wei Han on the side, his head hung down, but the corners of his lips turned up.

At this moment, he suddenly woke up. He was caught by Wei Han's plan. The emperor didn't see what framed Wei Han at all, but he was speaking directly.

What does this show? It shows that Wei Han was wronged at all and he did it deliberately.

During this period of time, Wei Han has done everything he ordered to go down, even if it is some trivial things, he has been diligent and conscientious, without making any mistakes.

At the very beginning, Zhang Xi would check carefully, and laughed at this stupid poor boy in private. No matter how well he did it, Zhang Xi's credit would be his.

It was because of Wei Han's tolerance and retreat that Zhang Xi's appetite was raised. In addition to the official documents ordered by the emperor, Zhang Xi also pushed Wei Han to do his own things.

Maybe it was during this period that Wei Han imitated his handwriting and came out with a fake!

Zhang Xi's eyes were red and he stared at Wei Han, then cried again and wanted to hug the emperor's thigh: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, this is not my handwriting, it is Wei Han, it is Wei Han who framed me!"

"You said I wronged you, but this is covered with your personal seal!"

The emperor cruelly kicked Zhang Xi away, kicking heavily on his heart, which made Zhang Xi feel distressed.

Zhang Xi's heart was cold for a while, Qiao Qing threw another booklet over Zhang Xi's face.

In the emperor's rage, Zhang Xi didn't dare to escape, so he was confused by the scattered paper.

Zhang Xi picked it up and saw that the remaining half of his heart was cold. It was early summer, and he was like an ice cellar.

It's over, it's all over.

Qiao Qing obviously doesn't have much friendship with Zhang Xi, and a few words determine Zhang Xi's fate: "Follow the crime, greedy the Mexican army's salary, endanger the country. Drag it out, and blame it for two hundred."

Even with Gu Xiao’s young and strong body, one hundred can kill him for half his life. Fifty big boards are enough to make Zhang Xi paralyzed in bed and completely abolished. Two hundred big boards will kill him. .

Zhang Xi was still begging for mercy when he was dragged out, and wailed all the way. The guard who was promoted by Qiao Qing was responsible for the execution. He came from an ordinary family and was loyal to the emperor.

Because it was the fault committed by the Duzhi Shangshufu, Qiao Qing ordered Zhang Xi to be dragged to the Duzhi Shangshufu to fight. He ordered the officials who dared to fool her to watch and see Zhang Xi, who was inexperienced in the past, beaten abruptly. Suffocated.

Zhang Xi was beaten to the point where he was beaten to death. He was only a hundred boards. The Yu Linqi who was in charge of beating people was still very mechanical, and he kept hitting a full two hundred boards.

You have to know that beating people in the palace is extremely skillful. If the emperor doesn't want anyone to die, hitting a five-hundred-thousand board won't kill people. This is just trying to kill people.

There was also Wei Han who was also summoned in Duzhi Shangshu Mansion with Zhang Xi. He came out wearing snow-white gauze, and blood seeped through the gauze.

The ministers of the Duzhi Shangshu Mansion who had already known the ins and outs from the emperor’s words did not dare to look at Wei Han the way they usually did. On the contrary, several ministers of the same background whom Wei Han conquered brought a cup of hot tea for him: "Does your lord need to take a break? time."

Wei Han shook his head: "I'm fine."

The young official looked at Wei Han with admiration. This was all wrapped up like this, and it didn't matter.

Wei Han added another sentence: "Your Majesty has clear rewards and punishments, and will not wrongly punish good people, and will not let go of the moths that endanger Qi."

Sure enough, the imperial decree to appease Wei Han came up afterwards. Zhang Xi’s position was topped by another family member, but the emperor rewarded Wei Han with many precious medicinal materials for replenishing his body, as well as flowing water like gold and silver. , She also promoted several young officials, who were the available juniors that Wei Han had mentioned to her.

Qiao Qing moved Zhang Xi, but promoted the children of another family.

Only interests can unite aristocratic families, and only interests can divide them.

At this moment, Wei Han’s sight became much hotter. Wei Han, as a middle-ranking general, has a high status in the Duzhi Shangshufu, but because of his poor background, he was squeezed out, but the emperor vigorously promoted his men in order to compensate him. .

This shows that Wei Han can give them practical benefits.

Wei Han thanked the holy grace, letting those rewards pile up around him.

Thinking of what the emperor said to him earlier, he couldn't help showing a helpless but relaxed smile.

After Zhang Xi was dragged out earlier, Qiao Qing said again: "Li Ji, go behind the screen and bandage Wei Han's head."

The **** on the side turned a roll of gauze out of nowhere, walked up to him, and said politely, "Master Wei, please."

With a complicated expression, Wei Han watched Li Ji wipe off the cinnabar blood stains painted by the emperor on his face with warm water, and then wrapped a circle of gauze under the emperor’s command. Qiao Qing enthusiastically adjusted the color with ink. The color on his forehead is either bright red or maroon, and the color after the blood dries up is dull.

Then when he came out, everyone saw him as if his head was broken by the emperor, but in fact he didn't even have a swelling on his head.

Today's sage is really a wonderful person, and he is really good enough for him, and he does not hesitate to take the fault to himself, just to clear his suspicion.

Wei Han's chest was hot, he shook his head, waved the emperor's narrow smile out of his mind, and continued to deal with official duties at the desk. He has to work harder to live up to Jun's grace.