"Your Majesty, there are a total of 463 files related to women in Dali Temple this year, and all of them have been inspected clearly."

After going to pay homage to the Yao family, Shen Shiqing came back. Before Shen Shiqing had time to change her clothes, she saw Gao Wanxin leading a group of female officials and maids lined up in the Qianqing Palace. Some of them were in front of the emperor, and some were from Gao Wanxin. Borrowed from Duanji Temple.

Shen Shiqing's eyes passed over the red horse-faced skirts with bird-patterned knee pads worn by several female officials, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

In just a few days, the weaving workshop has already finished the new skirts for the female officials of Duanji Palace, which is really pleasing to the eye.

"What are the results of the inspection?"

Gao Wanxin held a booklet in her hand and carefully handed it to Shen Shiqing.

She opened the book and glanced at it for a few times, then raised her head and looked at Gao Wanxin and the female officials and maids behind Gao Wanxin.

"Have you seen everything above?"

Gao Wanxin replied: "Your Majesty, Wei Chen and others have all seen it."

"Okay, let's go to the Wuying Palace. We have to let the civil and military officials from all over the court come and see it."

After saying that, she raised her feet and was about to walk out of the hall, but Yiji and Sanmao quickly stopped her.

"Your Majesty, you have finally changed your clothes!"

Taking a look at the green robe she was wearing, Shen Shiqing smiled:

"No need, that's it."

It snowed in the morning, and it stopped half an hour ago, but there was still a layer of white frost hanging on the branches and eaves.

Knowing that His Majesty had summoned him, the cabinet ministers headed by Li Congyuan hurried over and saw officials from the Ministry of Punishment, Dali Temple, and the Metropolitan Procuratorate gathered at the entrance of Wuying Hall.

Zhuo Shengquan, the Minister of Criminal Affairs, was on duty in the Sixth Section today. He was the fastest to arrive among the chief officials. When he saw Li Congyuan, he hurriedly greeted him:

"Mr. Li Ge, why did your Majesty summon us in such a hurry?"

Li Congyuan shook his head.

Chang Shengning, the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, is very old and has been silent in court for a long time. All matters are left to the two ministers. It is difficult for such an old minister who is always sick for more than ten days every month to get a visit from the Ministry of Punishment today. , was also invited over.

Standing next to him was Qian Zhuo, the censor of Zuodu.

Chang Shengning lowered his head, and so did he. Chang Shengning lowered his head because he was slightly hunched over and his shoulders and neck were weak. He lowered his head because Du Cha Yuan really couldn't lift his head these days.

Because of their incompetence, His Majesty actually allowed a female official to walk into the court wearing a skirt. This kind of thing, which has not happened for thousands of years, will definitely be recorded in the history books. At that time, I am afraid that his incompetence will also be passed down to future generations.

What kind of cabinet should I join? What kind of bachelor's degree should I be?

Now standing among the crowd, Qian Zhuo felt ashamed.

Others were busy speculating on the holy will, and no one paid attention to him. Qian Zhuo closed his eyes and sighed softly, hunched his shoulders and had nothing to say.

Occasionally, he raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of Zhuang Changxin who was talking to someone. He couldn't help but remember that he had advised him to learn from Yao Qian and be the vanguard of His Majesty's investigation of Taipu Temple. However, he was greedy for fame and fortune, and was afraid that he would become a colleague. It was the target of public criticism. Now that I think about it, I really regret it.

If... there is another chance, not to mention that His Majesty just wants to investigate Taipu Temple, even if His Majesty asks him to ransack all the civil and military houses of the dynasty, he will not hesitate at all...

Just as I was thinking about it, there was another noise outside the concierge.

"Your Majesty even summoned the child commander."

Qian Zhuo raised his head and saw Tong Xingjin, the deputy commander of Jinyiwei, striding in. He ignored the others and only said hello to a few pavilion elders.

The position of commander of the Jinyi Guards has been vacant for several years. As the deputy commander, Tong Xingjin is a confidant of His Majesty. He even called him to Wuying Hall?

After a brief commotion, the officials gradually became quiet.

With such a battle, it is enough to interrogate several rebellious feudal kings!

After everyone had waited for about a cup of tea, they saw the eunuch, the eunuch in charge of the ceremony, walking over quickly with the corner of his robe in hand:

"My lords, the emperor invites you to come in."

Seeing that it was actually a chicken coming to announce the call, people were already hanging on.

My heart was in my throat immediately, and when I walked into Wuying Palace, my steps were lighter than usual.

After entering the Wuying Hall, Qian Zhuo, the censor of Zuodu, suddenly felt dizzy, not because of his poor health, but because he saw the female officials again, wearing green and red skirts, standing in a row in front of the emperor.

"I will join you, Your Majesty. Long live Your Majesty! Long live Your Majesty!"

"I wanted to find something for the female officials in the imperial court to do, let them inspect and classify the archives of Dali Temple this year, and then write a book like "Female Model", but I didn't expect that they discovered some incredible things.

"

The tall young man did not sit on the throne, but stood in front of the stage, beside everyone, with his hands behind his back.

"He" first looked at Chang Shengning, who was struggling to stand up after kneeling down, and then at Yang Shen, who still had trouble with his buttocks, waved his hand and said:

"Today's discussion has taken quite a long time. Someone has come to show us the seats of the three great scholars and the Minister of Punishment."

Several veterans wanted to kneel down to thank them again, but Shen Shiqing raised her hand to stop them.

At this time, someone finally noticed that His Majesty was wearing a straight green round-necked robe with no flowers and a plain leather belt around his waist. At first glance, it seemed as if he was going to worship something.

"Your Majesty, today is not a memorial day. I don't know why your Majesty is wearing a blue robe."

"Isn't it a festival day?"

Shen Shiqing glanced at Liu Kangyong, the Minister of Rites, who was speaking, and raised his eyebrows with a smile: "I had a dream last night. I dreamed that there were thousands of reds blooming under the high platform, and a roll of brocade silk covered the sky and the sun. It was a picture of wealth and prosperity.

But suddenly, a fire burned all the flowers, and countless jackals tore the silk into pieces. I thought this dream was ominous, and I wanted to talk to the late emperor, but I didn't expect to see the book presented by the female officials first.

.”

The courtiers were still confused, and they all looked at the female officials, trying to detect any clues, but they didn't expect that the female officials all stood still, standing straighter than them.

Shen Shiqing picked up a memorial from the imperial desk and opened it.

"Zhuo Shengquan, Minister of Criminal Affairs."

Zhuo Shengquan quickly came out of the queue: "I am here."

"I ask you, how should a husband be sentenced for stabbing his wife to death with sixteen knives?"

"Your Majesty, you should look at whether the wife has insulted her elders or had sex with other people's daughters. If she has insulted her elders, the husband will be punished with a hundred sticks. If she has had sexual intercourse with other people's women, the husband will kill two people at once.

, Regardless of the crime, if he only kills his wife, he will be punished with a hundred rods. If the wife is not at fault, the husband should be hanged.”….

Zhuo Shengquan spoke cautiously and carefully, for fear of making any omissions.

After hearing this, His Majesty nodded:

"As expected of the Minister of Punishment, he knows the "Da Yong Law" by heart. Let me ask you, if a wife ever scolds her husband because he is a gambler, is this considered the wife's fault?"

Zhuo Shengquan was stunned for a moment and said:

"Your Majesty, husband and wife have their own respect and inferiority... This scolding, if the scolding is really unpleasant, the husband will get angry and kill..."

"Snapped!"

A booklet was thrown directly at Zhuo Shengquan's feet.

"The husband is a gambler. He threw all the family property into the gambling house, leaving the family without food and clothing. They relied on the wife to weave cloth to make a living. The wife cursed a few times and was stabbed sixteen times. You You actually think that the murderer is excusable?! If it is according to what you said, a person who is a prostitute in the world must be a pure saint, otherwise if he is beaten to death by his husband, he will not have to pay for it with his life?"

His Majesty was so angry that Zhuo Shengquan was so frightened that he quickly knelt down:

"Your Majesty, I, I have absolutely no such intention."

Shen Shiqing stopped looking at him and picked up another booklet:

"Xia Hui, Minister of Justice."

"I'm here."

"There was an old woman, aged seventy-two, whose husband died six years ago. Six years later, her husband's nephew claimed that she had killed her husband, but there was no real evidence. A few days later, the old woman confessed and was sentenced to death by hanging. Tell me, what do you think of the verdict of this case?"

Compared with Zhuo Shengquan, Xia Hui was much more steady. He first recited the case silently in his mind before saying:

"Your Majesty, there are two doubtful points in this case. First, the old woman is over seventy years old. According to the law, she should not

Since there is no solid evidence for the torture, how could the old woman plead guilty if there was no torture? Secondly, I don’t know if the old woman has any children. If she does not have a son, her husband’s nephew would be suspected of coveting the family fortune if he filed a complaint. Therefore, I believe that the case should be remanded for retrial.”

After glancing at Xia Hui, Shen Shiqing sneered, walked over, and patted the booklet into Xia Hui's hand:

"But your Ministry of Punishment didn't send it back for a retrial. Instead, it allowed the magistrate's verdict, and said that it was only a hanging without Ling Chi. The magistrate, 'Kanren,' had a doubtful case taken away just like that. The life of a seventy-year-old woman. Since you can point out so many doubts in front of me, why don't you use your brain when handling these cases?"

"I have committed a crime of neglect." Xia Hui held the fold in his hand and knelt down straight.

In just a moment, the two ministers from the Criminal Department were already kneeling on the ground one after another.

Qian Zhuo, the censor of Zuodu, was standing in front of the two of them. His hands and feet were already sweating and his legs were shaking.

Unexpectedly, His Majesty did not look at him, but called another person:

"Guo Yu, Qing of Dali Temple."

"I'm here."

The young emperor did not hold the book in her hand this time. She walked slowly among the ministers with her hands behind her back.

"Most of the cases that can alarm you in Dali Temple are major human life cases. So far this year, how many cases have the murderer been a woman?"

Guo Yu was over fifty years old, and his shiny black beard was very conspicuous. When he raised his head, his beard swayed.

"Back, back to Your Majesty, I have never, never counted you."
To be continued...