"Look at you, you are a bloody man, who knows that you are a bully." Ding Yunwen sneers and says that he doesn't speak.

"What do you mean by that?" He Chengzhi a Zheng, immediately again shout a way, "you speak to me clearly!"

"The 20-year-old case was initiated by Zhao Changrong at the behest of the long live master," said Kong Wenjie without waiting for Ding Yunwen's words. "The long live master has always been afraid of Pingxi king, and is bound to find an opportunity to clean up the old situation of Pingxi king in North Korea. However, if he orders with great fanfare, he will naturally fall into a cold and vicious name that six relatives don't care about, so Zhao Changrong will come to use At this time, the eldest prince, who had not been pleased by the long live temple, unexpectedly entered the eastern palace. Then, the prince's position was not very hot, and the curtain of the 20-year-old case was opened. Zhao Changrong was the court's report. He Wenxin, the young minister of Dali temple in Siping, and Deng Yichuan, the young minister of Guanglu temple in Siping, conspired to welcome the Western king back to Beijing to ascend the throne. Thirty eight courtiers were involved. The long live emperor was furious. When The court vomited blood and was bedridden on the same day. Then the prince took charge of the long live government on behalf of the prince. Under the instruction of the long live God, eighteen ministers were executed to death, and other ministers and their families were exiled to ningguta. "Speaking of this, Kong Wenjie looked at he Chengzhi coldly." all of them said that they were wronged and had a debt and a Lord. If you want to revenge, you can go to the long live God, why should you come to the king What's going on here? "

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it! " He Chengzhi seems to have been hit by a big blow. His eyes are round, and he shakes his head desperately. "You are all his people. Naturally, you should speak for him! I don't believe it! Absolutely not! "

When he was young, he grew up with a number of sinners. What he heard was the prince's cold-blooded and merciless. His hatred for Zhong Mingwei had already grown into his blood. He could not hear what Kong Wenjie said.

"Don't believe it?" Ding Yunwen sneered, "why don't you believe it? Can't believe it? Or just want to find a soft persimmon to kill the matter, is also a confession to my parents? "

"Why do you say that!" He Chengzhi shouted angrily, "who are you? You know what? Why do you say that?! "

"I'm Ding Yunwen," he said softly. "I'm very clear about the history of the 20-year-old case. At that time, I wrote a long live letter about the royal face and the stability of the border. Please think twice. If you are really a guilty minister, you should know."

"You Are you ding Yunwen When he spoke again, he Chengzhi's lips were all shaking. Every word was inconceivable. For a while, he shook his head. "No, no, Ding Yunwen is a generation of great Confucians. He has a noble identity. How could he come to such a desolate place?"

"You are He Wenxin's son? " Ding Yunwen is not sure about the tunnel. Looking at he Chengzhi's suddenly frozen face, Ding Yunwen nodded, "that's right. If you are he Wenxin's son, you should know that the preface to Lanting hung in he Wenxin's study was written by me after I was drunk. At that time, only he and I were present. At that time, I was so drunk that I wrote it twice."

"You You are really Ding Yunwen, "he Chengzhi said in a slow voice, staring at Ding Yunwen suddenly and fiercely," even if what you said is right, then what?! Isn't he right?! Isn't it a charge that he signed himself? Shouldn't he be punished? "

"Isn't his retribution enough?" Meiya finally couldn't help it. She listened to he Chengzhi and scolded Zhong Mingwei. She kept it. In the end, he Chengzhi was the victim of the 20-year-old case, and Zhong Mingwei was wrong. But hearing this, Meiya couldn't help it. As Meiya got up, she walked to Zhong Mingwei, pointed to Zhong Mingwei and he Chengzhi, and said, "on New Year's Eve, he was ordered by his father to enter the clan Renfu, suffering from severe punishment, almost died there. In the coldest days, he was demoted to ningguta. From the capital to here, three months of turbulence made him paralyzed. He was bullied and abused by others. This leg is still in a bad way. Today, if the plum branch is one inch away, he can't even sit here... " Speaking of this, Meiya can't go on, her heart is cracked, her chest is heaving and heaving, and she finally recovers. She asked in a cold voice, "do you think his retribution is not enough?"