Chapter 322 (1/2)

The handsome unmarried boy came into the hall against the light, with a faint smile on his lips and a burning posture, as if he didn't see the stunned color on the faces of the ministers.

Zhao Yi was silent.

For a moment, all officials were completely silent.

The whole hall was quiet, and only the end of Xie Heng's sentence fell in the people's ears. Somehow, there was a kind of life-threatening momentum.

Zhao Zhi was the first to say, ”Xie Heng, you left your duty without permission to Yunzhou, killed the king of Nanning, and tortured many officials in Yunzhou. Such piles and pieces are all capital crimes of treachery. Now you dare not kneel when you see your father!”

King Rui thought about Xie Xiaoyan's life for many days. He finally got such a good opportunity. His voice was much higher than others. The echo echoed twice in the hall.

It makes people's ears ache.

Xie Heng narrowed Dan Feng's eyes, and the smile on his lips was almost invisible. ”I know I can't escape the blame, so I went to the temple to ask for a blame. The emperor hasn't been held accountable yet. Why is king Rui so anxious?”

After leaving the imperial capital for two or three months, the boy saw that it was more invulnerable than before.

The more you talk, the more you poke into others' hearts.

Zhao Zhi immediately choked.

At this time, Prince Zhao Feng said, ”my father hasn't asked me yet. King Rui should wait a little longer.”

This sounds like a round the table, but in fact it's another word for Zhao Zhi.

Xie Heng hooked his lips, and the corner of his eye swept over the expressionless Xie Xuan, put his hand behind him, and stood more and more like jade.

The third childe looked at the emperor, as if he were not squinting.

It seemed to others that there was another burst of speculation: when the two teenagers of the Xie family stood together in the past, they wanted to bury people in the pit, so that people didn't have the strength to fight back. Now I turn my face, but no one wants to look at anyone more.

Xie Xiaoyan was thinking: How did the third childe become so thin? As if the wind could blow away.

Lord Xie frowned and wondered: how on earth can the eldest brother make people want to kill him every word he said?

No one spoke.

In this majestic palace, the old emperor of the Dragon seat, with a calm face and full of authority, raised his hand and smashed the fold on Xie Heng, ”look at these crimes above, but which one wronged you?”

Zhao Yi has always wanted to be a Ming Jun these years.

There are few times to get angry with ministers. It's also a rare scene to smash people with memorials like today.

At the bottom of the room, the crowd was in panic and knelt on the ground. They didn't dare to get up at all.

It happened that Xie Heng had many charges, but he had great courage. He was stunned that he didn't stand expensive. He raised his hand and caught the memorial that hit him in the face.

When I looked at it, I felt something in my heart: the word ”my third childe” is really good.

Then, the memorial is well written. It lists seven counts, starts with the most frightening one, and then writes them down in turn. It is clear and precise, without a word of nonsense.

The last one, uh... End with taking my brother's wife?

Xie Heng raised his head and looked at Xie Yu with deep eyes. ”Xie Yu, what do you mean?”

As soon as the little Yama's tone sank, the hearts of the people were cold. Even if the man was an unarmed saint in the temple, he was full of hostility, which made people shiver.

Xie Zhen's consistent face was expressionless. He didn't lose sight of Xie Heng, ”report according to the facts.”

The third childe of the Xie family is the only one who can be on the front bar in front of Xie Xiaoyan.

Among the officials, someone has secretly raised his sleeve and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.