Bai Yu'an was taken to the Supervisory Prison. His official uniform was taken off and he was already wearing dirty prison uniform.
Two jailers stepped forward and shackled Bai Yu'an. One jailer saw Bai Yu'an's fair skin and tender flesh and couldn't help but pinch her face.
He joked to the people around him: "These scholars are just different. They all have pretty faces. No wonder those wealthy ladies like them."
Another person pushed Bai Yu'an into the cell, and while locking the chain, he replied: "Bah, what's the use of a pretty boy? Not many of our Wang Sijiao men can stand it."
Bai Yu'an remained silent and retreated to the corner to curl up.
Two days later, Shen Jue walked out from the emperor and walked to the Metropolitan Procuratorate. Two censors were already waiting. When they saw Shen Jue, they quickly handed over the case file and said: "Shen Shoufu, this is the case file concerning Taifu Wang. Please take a look at the book."
Shen Jue leaned on the chair at the top of the lobby of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, flipped through the document at random, and placed it in the hands of left inspector Cui Ren: "Retrial."
Cui Ren looked at the scroll in his hand, then moved around for a moment before walking up to Shen Jue and asking, "What does Shen Shouxu mean?"
Shen Jue has always been indifferent to emotions and anger, so after hearing this, he just smiled lightly and said, "What's wrong?"
Cui Ren said casually: "Taifu Wang has been interrogating for several days. As you know, his home has been searched, and even his hometown has been searched. The servants in the mansion asked one by one, even if they found a little bit. It would be easier for us to do something about the news about our dealings with enemy countries.”
He approached Shen Jue, observed the faint expression on Shen Jue's face, and lowered his voice: "We can't find any evidence here. What should Chief Assistant Shen do? Why don't we make it clear?"
In the final analysis, this disaster is just a partisan dispute. Wang Taifu has been tricked and there is nothing he can do. Now he can only stand on Shen Jue's side. After all, the final outcome of this matter depends on what Shen Jue says to the emperor.
However, given the little emperor's habits, Shen Jue was almost completely in control, and Shen Jue didn't have the final say.
Shen Jue smiled lightly, clasped her slender fingers on the pear table, and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Why don't you try the investigation again, Mr. Cui?"
Cui Ren was stunned and couldn't figure out what Shen Jue was thinking, so he had no choice but to agree.
Shen Jue lowered his eyebrows again and looked at the lingering green smoke on the table, and said lightly: "Is Bai Yuan ready to recruit now?"
When Cui Ren heard this, he hurriedly summoned a jailer to come over and talk.
The jailer came over and bowed and said: "Back to Shen Shoufu, Editor Bai hasn't eaten much since he was imprisoned. He only drank a few mouthfuls of white porridge every day. He kept silent when asked. I and I The two jailers below used all the common torture tools, but Editor Bai still kept silent about Taifu Wang."
Cui Ren was a little sad after hearing this: "I didn't expect that a weak scholar like Editor Bai could withstand the methods of the prison chief."
He looked at Shen Jue and said, "This Editor Bai is a bit bloody. I'm afraid it's impossible for him to identify his teacher."
In fact, Cui Ren sympathized with Bai Yu'an. There were so many students from Prince Wang, so why was Bai Yu'an sent to prison?
Anyone with a discerning eye will know that it was Empress Dowager Wei who avenged both old and new grudges.
If Bai Yu'an can get out of here this time, he may be guilty of the same crime as Taifu Wang.
Shen Jue lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. He stood for a while and then said calmly: "Go in and see him first."
At this time, Bai Yu'an no longer looked the same as he did outside the Baohe Hall that day. His thin body was covered with red whip marks, and he was curled up motionless beside the smelly straw bed.
Shen Jue frowned, feeling a little cold all over: "Is the person dead?"
A jailer was startled and hurriedly stepped forward and said, "He's not dead yet. He was still asking for water just now."
As he spoke, he opened the cell, picked up a ladle of water, poured it on Bai Yu'an, and yelled loudly: "Why are you so lazy? Get up quickly, Chief Shen is here to ask questions."
Seeing that Bai Yu'an still didn't move, the warder kicked him impatiently, and then Bai Yu'an moved.
This half-dead look on the characterful Tanhua Lang is like a pearl covered with dust, but still has the background of green pine.
She opened her eyes and looked at Shen Jue standing not far away, then closed her eyes again.
Seeing his stubborn look, the jailer immediately took out the whip from his waist and was about to whip it out: "I think you want to die. Your Excellency is here to ask questions, why don't you get up quickly!"
Tanhua Lang, who was so high and proud of heaven, once fell into decline, even an ugly and low-level person like the jailer wanted to step on him.
Shen Jue saw this and walked up to Bai Yu'an.
When the jailer saw Shen Jue entering, he silently lowered the whip he had just raised and stepped aside.
Bai Yu'an's face became flushed due to the fever, and her lips were bright red and full. The sweat on her forehead tangled her messy temples on her beautiful cheeks, but her neck was as white as jade, revealing an astonishing appearance that was indistinguishable from male and female.
The clothes soaked by the cold water cling to the body, meandering in undulating curves, like beautiful green mountains.
It's just that the light in those eyes is dim, no longer as shining as in the snow that day.
The Bai Yu'an in front of me, who had won the title of Tanhua when he was only sixteen years old, is now like a white lotus falling into the mud, no longer so pure and clean.
Bai Bianxiu, who only wanted the people to be happy that day, was now able to whip even a jailer at will.
In fact, Shen Jue started paying attention to Bai Yu'an very early.
It was like a cryptic bystander watching the jade-faced boy's spring breeze, watching his every move reveal the elegance of spring.
He thought privately that throughout the imperial court, no one could be as bright as him, as eloquent as his words, as clear as his poems and as clear as his white-clothed immortals.
After being single for so many years, he wanted to completely possess someone for the first time.
He would want to get close to him in his dreams at night, but regretted that he was a man.
But now such people are trapped in a filthy prison, like white jade falling into sewage.
The breath he exhaled was hot, and Bai Yu'an felt that his vision was blurry, and he couldn't feel anything when he held his fingers against the rough wall.
She stood unsteadily, and waited until it was clear before she held her hands towards Shen Jue. Her movements were still elegant as a scholar, and her voice was dry and hoarse: "Shen Shoufu..."
Shen Jue looked at Bai Yu'an's swaying appearance, calmed down the emotions in his eyes, and said to the jailer on the side: "Go and bring a stool."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Bai Yuan's weak gasping voice: "Shen Shoufu doesn't have to spend time on me, I won't identify the teacher."
The stool was brought over, but Bai Yu'an did not sit down. His fingers holding the wall were bleeding, and he clenched his teeth and stood unsteadily.
This Tanhua Lang is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is extremely talented in poetry, writing and economics. His appearance and color, even in this situation, can make people unable to take their eyes away.
The two censors looked at each other. They had been officials for more than twenty years. This was the first time they had seen such talented and aloof people.
