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The buzz in Kyoto's teahouses and taverns is all about the "liveliness" at the city gate.
The shameful Yu Zhi killed Zhao Jie, the son of the Minister of Punishment, and was now imprisoned in the prison of Dali Temple.
It’s been a long time since there was such excitement in Kyoto.
Of course, in addition to today's "fun", Yu Zhi's "feats" in the north are also spread among the people.
It tells the story of Yu Zhi finding out the truth, killing Cangshan, and avenging Guo Shuer.
A lot of Yu Zhi's personal heroism is added to it, but a lot of Li Haomiao's figure is missing.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible! Since Yu Zhi dares to avenge the orphan girl of the Guo family, it is impossible for me to believe that he would kill Zhao Jie for no reason."
"How big of a sect is Cangshan? That Yu Zhi dares to brave life and death and uphold justice. How can he not be worthy of our admiration?"
"Hey, don't you forget that Yu Zhi was ashamed to ask questions in the first place. What dirty things has he never done?"
"Dirty things? Then tell me what are the dirty things?"
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"Can't tell? As far as I'm concerned, Yu Zhi just failed the entrance examination of Wenwen Academy many times. This is just a lack of talent and shallow learning. Apart from that, what else can you criticize? On weekdays, just kidding Forget it. Today, human life is at stake. Do you still want to convict someone because of their past stigma?"
"But it's hard to change one's nature. The truth is undeniable. These corpses were found on Yu Zhi's carriage. Do you still want to deny it?"
"Hmph, look, you've lost your head for nothing. You killed someone and hid the body in your carriage, waiting for the officers and soldiers to search?"
"...."
Countless such debates took place across Kyoto.
With Yu Zhi's heroic act of avenging Guo Shuer, Yu Zhi won the favor of most people.
Naturally, Qiu Ruoruo let people spread around the city of Kyoto.
Before the trial begins, it is also important to win the hearts and minds of the people for Yu Zhi.
Today, Yu Zhi's reputation among the people of Kyoto is not the original shame of asking, but a young hero who avenges others' grievances and avenges them.
Rumors of being framed and unjust cases started to spread, boiling and exploding like oil cooking in a raging fire.
In just three days, the matter has become extremely popular, and countless people are paying attention to the progress of the case.
In the Chengming Palace three days ago, Qiu Jinfeng spoke inappropriately. Zhao Kai was the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, so the case being presided over by the Ministry of Punishment would definitely be criticized.
Qiu Jinfeng grasped this point and worked around it.
In the end, Yu Zhi was tried in a joint trial of three divisions. Even if both the Metropolitan Procuratorate and the Ministry of Punishment are biased, Dali Temple has nothing to do with them and should be impartial. The minister of Dali Temple didn't even bother to do these biased things.
Yu Zhi had stayed in the prison of Dali Temple for three full days. When he has nothing to do, practicing "Three Thousand Stars Post" and "Little Man Picture" is Yu Zhi's only pleasure.
Fortunately, there is no way to seal the true energy in this prison. Probably out of disdain, after all, no one has ever escaped from this prison.
In these three days, Yu Zhi, who no one cares about, also made a "friend".
It was an old man, with white beard and hair, and he looked like a dead old tree.
The old man lay on the rocking chair all day long, dressed in plain white, as if he were wearing a shroud. Without that weak breath, Yu Zhi must have thought that the old man was dead.
Later, Yu Zhi learned that the old man's name was Fan Wenzheng, a great scholar from a certain gentry clan in Nanzhou Prefecture. He must have offended the Emperor of Chu in some way and had been imprisoned here for many years.
"Old Fan, give me your big chicken drumstick. You are too old to eat greasy food. I will share the burden for you." Yu Zhi looked like he was thinking about Fan Wen.
Yu Zhi looked at the green vegetables and radishes in front of him and deeply felt the injustice in the world.
They are both prisoners, but the food and treatment are not even the slightest bit worse.
Others had chicken legs, ribs, and pork trotters, but when it was Yu Zhi’s turn, only vegetables and radishes were left.
"Lao Fan, you are such a good person. You are so generous." Yu Zhi ate the chicken legs in his hands, not caring at all that his hands were greasy.
Yu Zhi looked at the yamen servant and said dissatisfiedly: "Look at this world. Are the prisoners eating in different grades?"
The yamen servant was too lazy to talk to Yu Zhi and left after delivering the food.
Fan Wenzheng was eating slowly, not in a hurry with each bite. Finally, after Fan Wenzheng wiped the grease stains from his mouth, he said: "My little friend, you should eat and sleep without talking. A gentleman must behave like a gentleman."
Yu Zhi curled his lips and reached out to wipe the oil stains on his trouser legs, nonchalantly.
"I'm not a gentleman. I'm just a prisoner who's been sent to prison and I don't know when I'm going to die. I should eat and drink, and I should eat and drink enough before I die."
Fan Wenzheng sat back on the recliner and said with interest: "You, you will be able to go out soon."
"Huh?" Yu Zhi clasped his fists and said, "I accept your good advice."
"I have lived in this prison for more than ten years, and I have seen many people. All of them cried out for mercy, or betrayed their trust in exchange for a way out. They didn't even need to be tortured, and they were already scared out of their wits. , you took care of everything. But no one has ever treated you so calmly."
Fan Wenzheng has been here for a long time, and has seen the faces of all living beings, and has gained a bit more ability to read people.
Yu Zhi asked curiously: "Old Fan, who are you?"
Fan Wenzheng put his hands on his stomach and stared at the dark ceiling, as if this issue was enough to keep him thinking for a lifetime.
Immediately, Yu Zhi said again: "You are probably not a good person anyway."
Yu Zhi's speculation made Fan Wenzheng burst into laughter. The laughter filled the entire empty prison, making the air that had been there for several years become warmer.
In fact, Fan Wenzheng is not a person who likes to laugh. The best way to describe him is to be serious in speech. Occasionally, Fan Wenzheng's straight face would remind Yu Zhi of someone.
"Why am I not a good person?" Fan Wenzheng was very interested. He hasn't spoken so much in a long time.
Because those who came in here were either busy begging for mercy or were scared to death, which was really boring. That is to say, Yu Zhi is bored and likes to chat with old men and old ladies.
Yu Zhi thought for a while and said seriously: "First of all, Lao Fan, you look like a scholar at first sight. You must have said something treacherous and treacherous after you have read a book and been locked up here. You scholars like to scheme the most. As a result, the calculations continued, and I was included in the calculations."
"Secondly, when did the prison of Dali Temple imprison those innocent families?"
After a pause, Yu Zhi added: "I'm talking about everyone except me."
Yu Zhi chose himself out as a matter of course.
I was innocent, but I was framed.
Hearing Yu Zhi's words, Fan Wenzheng actually laughed, and his laughter spread far outside the prison.
Fan Wenzheng thought for a moment and nodded seriously. "You're right, you're right. After all the calculations, you have calculated yourself into it. There must be a gap in every hundred secrets. One wrong step will lead to an abyss."
"I have been calculating gains and losses all my life. In the end, I was blinded by the wind and sand and wasted twenty years here. It's sad."
"I..."
Seeing that Fan Wenzheng wanted to continue talking, Yu Zhi quickly said: "Stop it, Lao Fan, I don't want to hear those things from you. If I hear something I shouldn't, I will be killed by you sooner or later."
Fan Wenzheng was dumbfounded. He hadn't spoken to anyone for many years, but when he spoke today, he didn't expect that the other party was not interested at all.
Yu Zhi lay on the bed, crossed his legs, and said leisurely: "Old Fan, I think you will never get out in this life. Tell me what inheritance you have, and I can help you inherit it."
Yu Zhi chatted with Fan Wenzheng out of a caring heart for the elderly.
Unexpectedly, Fan Wenzheng actually said: "It doesn't hurt to give you something."
With that said, Fan Wenzheng threw a dagger, which landed just in front of Yu Zhi's cell.
The dagger is entirely golden and engraved with complicated patterns. When the dagger is unsheathed, it flashes a cold light. The red word "Fan" is engraved on the sword to indicate the owner of the dagger.
Yu Zhi took a look at it and couldn't help but praise: "This dagger is good, it should be worth a lot of money."
"Money?" Fan Wenzheng snorted coldly. He despised these yellow and white things the most. "You don't need a little money to insult me."
Yu Zhi also followed Fan Wenzheng's example and snorted coldly. "Old Fan, you have read so many books, haven't you read a few sentences that money can make everything go round, but without money it is difficult to move forward?"
"You scholars like you pride yourself on being noble and disdain the things outside of you. But look, Lao Fan, how much money does it cost to eat the big chicken drumstick you just ate? Look again, what is the price of rice and the price of cloth today? What if there is no more? With this money, what can you eat and drink?"
"Abandon all the castles in the air in your mind. The most important thing is to put it into practice and get it into the hands of the people."
"If I had hundreds of millions of taels of silver, I would definitely find thousands of mansions, which would make all the poor people in the world happy! Isn't silver important? Silver is very important!"
When Yu Zhi saw Fan Wenzheng, a guy who only knew how to talk on paper, he became furious.
Fan Wenzheng stood up from the rocking chair and paced back and forth, completely losing his calm and unfazed attitude just now.
Yu Zhi fiddled with the dagger and said curiously: "Old Fan, is there any secret hidden in the dagger here?"
Fan Wenzheng ignored Yu Zhi, occasionally lowering his head and humming, and occasionally raising his head to sigh.
Yu Zhi looked at the other person's somewhat crazy look and started practicing on his own.
"Pictures of Little People" and "Tie of Three Thousand Stars" should not be put aside for a day to practice.
After Yu Zhi stepped into the seventh level of Kaibei, the meridians recorded in the "Little Man Picture" had already broken through the twelfth one. He could clearly feel that the power in his left arm was much stronger than that of his left arm.
Whether it is the speed of infuriating energy or the explosive power, it is far from what it was before.
At the same time, Yu Zhi also discovered some differences.
Even if you don't actively circulate your true energy, these opened meridians will automatically be filled with true energy and nourish your flesh and blood.
This is equivalent to automatic practice. Although the effect is small, over time, significant changes can be seen.
Yu Zhi was convinced that his left arm would never be weaker than those of body-refining practitioners in the same situation.
Time passed by little by little until late at night, the door of the prison was opened.
A man walked in like a ghost.
