Bai Yu'an's residence on the outskirts of the city only has a simple small house with one entrance, and the room where the main bedroom is located is even more simple.
Although it was relatively clean, apart from a couch, there was only one table left in the whole room.
Ding Changren, the minister of Dali Temple who followed Shen Jue, couldn't help but sigh: "This Bai editor's house is so simple."
He was the one who chose the good word for being simple. To put it bluntly, he was simply poor!
The two censors also sighed. The Tanhua Lang looked at Zhilan Yushu on weekdays, but he didn't expect his life to be like this.
I don’t know where his salary went, but he still managed to buy and renovate the yard. This looks really depressing.
Shen Jue walked to the table and looked at the cursive writing on the table. It was elegant and free, and completely different from the handwriting on the letter he read yesterday. The scene of Bai Yu'an in white and broad robes, holding a pen and a dragon snake appeared in front of his eyes.
Shen Jue noticed a notebook beside the table. Shen Jue took it out and flipped through it. There were a few magnolia flowers pressed into the pages of the book, exuding a faint cold fragrance.
Throwing the notebook back on the table, Shen Jue ordered the accompanying guards: "Go and bring all the people in this house."
After a while, three people stood in front of Shen Jue tremblingly, a woman, a little girl, and a young woman.
The dignified Tanhualang of the Hanlin Academy, who will become a high-ranking official in the cabinet in the future, has only three people to serve him, not even a ninth-grade county magistrate. What big mistake can such a person make?
Ding Changren looked at Cui Ren next to him, with some sympathy in his eyes.
One of the old ladies who was cooking was so frightened that she could hardly stand upright.
Shen Jue shifted his gaze to the young woman with her head lowered and said, "Raise your head."
Shen Jue has been up and down in the officialdom for many years, and his posture as a perennial leader allows him to suppress the momentum of others with just a few words, let alone a common woman in front of him.
Wei Ruyi raised her head tremblingly, forgetting all what Bai Yu'an taught her before, and could only stand uneasily at this moment.
When Wei Ruyi raised her head, even the censor behind him couldn't bear to look away, secretly sighing that this editor Bai was so beautiful, that there was such a beautiful woman hidden in the shabby room.
Shen Jue glanced at Wei Ruyi and asked slowly, "When did you start practicing with Bai Bian?"
Wei Ruyi remembered Bai Yu'an's instructions to her before leaving, twisted her skirt with her fingers, and said truthfully: "The master bought this slave from Li Chun Tower in March this year."
As soon as she said these words, several officials present couldn't help but take a deep breath. According to the regulations, all officials in the court were prohibited from entering the brothels. Bai Yuan was lucky. Not only did he enter, he also bought them back.
Shen Jue glanced at the record next to him: "Did you write down what she said?"
The recorder nodded repeatedly, and Shen Jue looked at the people next to him and sneered: "Now you can figure out where this editor Bai's money went."
The censors and people from Dali Temple looked at each other and smiled knowingly. Since ancient times, talented people and beautiful women have matched each other. Even for an upright person like Bai Yu'an, it is expected that he will be accompanied by a beautiful woman.
It's just that Bai Yu'an usually looks quite serious, but he didn't expect that all his money was spent on beauties. No matter how talented he is, he seems to be struggling with this beauty.
Several guards who were searching the house also came over to return their orders. They searched everything inside and outside the small house. The most valuable items were probably Bai Yuan's impromptu paintings and calligraphy.
In fact, there was no intention of re-examination. Shen Jue's interest was waning, he looked around and asked: "My lords, do you have anything else to ask?"
Those few people took a look at this simple house, and found that there were only three people in the area, and they couldn't find anything after asking around.
Besides, this trip was just a formality. No one expected to find anything, but the brothel woman was also unexpected.
Several people shook their heads and looked at Shen Jue, waiting for him to speak.
Shen Jue looked at the three people standing in front of him and asked, "What else do you have to say?"
A Tao in the middle was quite brave. He knelt down with a plop and cried: "My master is usually upright. In the past, he turned away many noble people who came to deliver things. He offended many people."
She was sobbing and wiping her tears: "My lord must have been framed this time. Please let me make the decision for you."
After A Tao said these words, the other two people knelt down and cried, begging Shen Jue to make the decision. Shen Jue was attentive, but Bai Yu'an and the other slaves were loyal.
When they arrived at the Metropolitan Procuratorate again, the warden at the door ran over from a distance and whispered a few words in Cui Ren's ear.
Cui Ren looked grim, but he didn't dare to hide it. He quickly walked to Shen Jue, wiped his sweat and whispered: "Shen Shoufu, something happened with editor Bai..."
Shen Jue frowned: "What's wrong?"
Cui Ren then told the story. It turned out that the warden was frightened when he saw Bai Yuan's half-dead state last night. He called the doctor to come over and take a look, but Bai Yuan refused to cooperate. Even if his brain was burned and confused, he would not cooperate. Let the doctor touch it.
After struggling for most of the night, the doctors couldn't stand it anymore. They didn't dare to do anything to Bai Yu'an when he was about to die. Seeing now, it seemed that he could only breathe.
Shen Jue paused and then walked forward: "Let's go take a look first."
He didn't believe that Bai Yuan had just begged him in the letter, and then he had ruined himself to death.
In the cell, Bai Yuan's lips were pale and his expression was bleak. He still looked like the handsome and talented man in the past. His long hair covered his face, revealing only a pair of dull eyes.
But even so, Bai Yuan, curled up in a ball, looks beautiful, with elegance in her bones like jade. Even if she is covered with black gauze, she always looks a little gentle.
Shen Jue looked at Bai Yu'an like this for a long time. Her delicate fair skin was incompatible with this dirty cell, and the white prison clothes always looked sad on her body.
It is as fragile and innocent as the white magnolia dropped by the rain in the mud.
Seeing that she was motionless, only her eyelashes kept trembling, letting people know that she was still alive.
Shen Jue lowered his head and looked at Bai Yu'an silently for a while, then asked him in a low voice: "Why don't you let the doctor take a look?"
Bai Yu'an coughed a lot, and huddled together, as if he was about to cough up, and even his body was shaking from the cough.
After coughing for a while, Bai Yu'an's face showed an abnormal blush, and he turned his head and gasped: "I don't like people touching me."
Shen Jue sneered, waved his hand for the others to retreat, and walked up to Bai Yu'an.
He bowed to her and asked, "What do you mean?"
Hearing Shen Jue's voice, Bai Yu'an remained motionless, moved his lips, and said in a thin, hoarse voice: "I want to go home."
Shen Jue was stunned and frowned: "How can you go home if you die in this prison?"
A long silence followed.
Bai Yu'an burst out with a bitter smile, and his hoarse voice broke: "I wonder if Chief Minister Shen will close the case before I die in this prison."
Lifeless eyes looked at Shen Jue's eyes that were always as silent as water: "Shen Chief Fu also wants me to die in this prison."
