"They entered Zhenwuhou Mansion!"
"Do you remember what happened at the East Gate six days ago?"
"Why don't you remember that someone committed a murder in the street? The Dongmen military men rode on horseback and hacked, their heads were like melon gourds, and they rolled all over the street!"
"The noble family has many grievances and grievances, and their flesh and bones often harm themselves!"
In front of the gate of Zhenwu Hou Mansion, more and more people gathered. Seeing the two young men supporting each other and the maid carrying them into the Hou Mansion on a stretcher, the crowd pointed and made the noise louder and louder.
"Master Li and Master Xuanxin, the Marquis has asked you to go to the reception room!"
Jiang Li had just stepped through the gate of the Hou Mansion, and the manager Qiu Tianhai had been waiting for him for a long time.
"I'm about to go find my father, please ask Mr. Qiu to lead the way!"
Jiang Li nodded, his expression unchanged. When Jiang Xuanxin next to him heard the word "Hou Ye", his originally pale face turned a little lighter.
Chuchu's little fists were clenched tightly, and her palms were covered with sweat. She looked worriedly at Jiang Li who was walking in front, tears welling up in her eyes.
All the servants in the Marquis Mansion knew that the Young Master was the one that Marquis Zhenwu disliked the most.
Can the Marquis really uphold justice for the young master?
The three of them followed Qiu Tianhai and arrived at a majestic building after a while.
Deep in the lobby, there is a middle-aged man sitting in a gold python robe and a purple gold crown. His hair is as black as ink, and his big hands are pressed on the armrests of the wide chair. He has a feeling of great power and endless power.
Majestic and powerful, no one can be disobeyed.
It's like the five mountains must bow their heads and surrender before him.
Seeing Jiang Li and Jiang Xuanxin walking in, Jiang Shirong's narrow eyes flashed, and an unprecedented sense of oppression immediately pressed on their hearts.
"Jiang Li, you are an unruly idiot, you have some evil intentions, and you are causing criticism for my Zhenwuhou Mansion!"
A vicious and mean scream came from the top position. Next to Jiang Shirong, the Marquis of Zhenwu, there were two elegant middle-aged women sitting.
One of them was wearing a princess red ruffled golden begonia flower skirt, tall temples, and a peacock flying hairpin. He had slender eyebrows and slightly raised cheekbones, giving him a cold and frosty feeling. He was the eldest lady of the Hou Mansion, He Loushi.
It was another middle-aged woman who spoke.
She was wearing a jade-colored gold-embroidered orchid gauze shirt, with fair complexion and soft facial contours, but for some reason, when she spoke at this time, she had a sinister expression with sharp teeth.
"Ningshi, the Marquis hasn't spoken yet, but you still have rules in your eyes!" He Loushi frowned slightly and spoke coldly.
"Master Marquis, sister, I'm just angry for a moment. It's such a misfortune for our family to have a villain like Jiang Li who has ruined the family tradition!"
The second lady Ning quickly laughed, but her phoenix eyes glared at the two young men in the center of the hall with great hatred.
"Meet Father!"
Jiang Li and Jiang Xuanyao took a step forward and saluted at the same time.
Chuchu didn't come in. She was of low status and could only wait outside the door.
"Jiang Li, this is a poem you wrote!"
Jiang Shirong looked at his two sons expressionlessly. His eyes were as deep as the sea, and no one knew what he was thinking.
With a flick of his finger, a page of paper flew lightly and landed on the carpet in front of Jiang Li.
"I wrote the poem!" Jiang Li nodded.
"You bastard, what do you want to do by spreading such gossiping poetry along the streets? Are you dissatisfied with me for not allowing you to visit the Confucian Temple? Do you want to ruin my reputation in front of the Holy One and the people?"
Jiang Shirong's tone was calm, but cold.
"Father, Jiang Li is just telling the truth. Six days ago, Xuanxin and I went to worship outside the city, but we were attacked by bandits. There were even monks who transformed into evil creatures and crows to chase us all the way. I thought we would be peaceful after entering the city, but I never thought The servants in the Hou Mansion are also very vicious, pretending to be my father, and besieging and intercepting us..."
Jiang Li spoke in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, but he never raised his head to look at Jiang Shirong from beginning to end.
"Our country, the Zhou Dynasty, is peaceful and peaceful. People don't pick up things on the road and don't close their homes at night. Shengjing is the capital of the country. How can bandits be rampant and murderous!"
Jiang Shirong frowned slightly, the air in the hall immediately became cold, and everyone felt their breath tightening.
"Even if what you said is true, you are just a wicked person with evil intentions. Go to the government office and report it to the official, and there will be an official who will uphold justice for you. As for being angry and hurting the Lord, it is just your imagination. You are talking nonsense and stirring up public opinion. , what is the purpose of pouring sewage on his brothers?" Jiang Shirong asked.
"I have a witness. Is it me who is stirring up trouble and framed my brother, or is it my brother who has evil intentions and wants to kill them all? My father will find out once he investigates!"
Jiang Li said respectfully: "The servants of the Hou Mansion who were chasing me that day were all brought to the Hou Mansion, and there was also a hired bandit on the accompanying carriage!"
"enough!"
Jiang Shirong slapped his big hand on the armrest of the big chair, making a dull sound. He scolded in a cold voice: "Zuo is just a trivial matter. It's worth a lot of effort. No matter what the result is, it seems that our Zhenwuhou Mansion has lost its rules and broken the family tradition. .
"Since your two lives are not in danger, please retreat! Jiang Li, I remember your first offense, so I will record it this time. If you commit it again, you will not be forgiven. As for the public opinion storm you caused in Shengjing City, I will send Calm down the people!”
"Father!"
Jiang Li was expelled by his father and was unmoved. He slowly raised his head and looked at the majestic and powerful yet extremely unfamiliar minister of the Zhou Dynasty in front of him. He cupped his hands and said: "You are a master of Neo-Confucianism. You should know how to learn by studying things, whether studying or solving cases. We must face the truth and pursue principles and laws. Everything in the world has its own principles, so how can we just ignore them all?"
"Study things to gain knowledge!"
Jiang Shirong's eyes moved slightly, and a strange light suddenly appeared.
He was a master of worldly philosophy at that time, and advocated the existence of natural principles and the suppression of human desires, the three cardinal principles and five constant principles, and the principles of each principle. He felt that Jiang Li's sentence "Studying things to gain knowledge" was concise and concise, down to the essence, and contained many principles worth thinking about, which greatly touched him.
"Father, when analyzing principles, there should be no mistakes, and when dealing with things, there should be no mistakes that are too much or too little!"
Jiang Li suddenly took a step forward, strode towards Jiang Shirong who was sitting at his head, and said loudly: "The so-called gentleman does not hide himself with a single selfish intention, and does not burden himself with a single selfish desire. When he is born in the world, he should be upright, sensible, and rational. With a clear conscience, my father is a great man in the world, a scholar of philosophy, and he should distinguish between right and wrong and uphold justice.
"If it is proven that Jiang Li has slandered his brother and wants to beat him or kill him, Jiang Li will not hesitate. But there are really people in the house who do not care about brotherhood. I believe that my father will never show favoritism!"
Jiang Liyan was confident and confident. Although he was small, there was an aura rising in him.
"Little beast, you are so brave, you actually forced your own father to use reason!" The second lady, Ning, stood up and scolded Jiang Li angrily.
Jiang Shirong was a master of Neo-Confucianism at that time, a figure like a leader, with a strong literary heart that could not be shaken.
Jiang Li was reasonable and well-founded, and his words were completely reasonable and moral. Jiang Shirong had no choice but to agree if he wanted to keep his literary spirit alive.
How could the Ning family watch the truth be completely revealed!
"What do you mean by Madam Second's words?" Jiang Li said with a smile on his lips: "Do you think that my father is just a man who is just trying to gain fame and reputation, and does not really uphold the truth?"
"Little beast, when did I say such a thing? You have sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, so don't spit on others!"
Ning's expression changed suddenly. She looked at Jiang Shirong and found that the Marquis' expression had also turned cold at this time.
Ning was anxious, but she didn't dare to speak anymore no matter what.
"Jiang Li, your book is not in vain!"
Jiang Shirong looked at the concubine in front of him again. His body straightened slightly and he leaned forward. The formation of swords and guns in his eyes was flowing, but it finally subsided.
"Okay, I'll give you a chance!"
Jiang Shirong suddenly smiled: "However, how can the verbal testimony of bandits, slaves, and the like be trusted? If you bring him to the hall for interrogation, you will also lose my identity. If you can provide other evidence, I will believe you for once!"
"Father, Xuan Xin can testify!" Jiang Li said.
"oh?"
Jiang Shirong was startled and looked at Jiang Xuanxin with a solemn tone: "Xuanxin, are Jiang Li's words true?"
"Father……"
Jiang Xuanxin felt the gaze of Marquis Zhenwu, and the fear and awe that had been rooted in his heart for more than ten years suddenly rushed into his heart, drowning him like a tide.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out!
