What?

Song Xiuwen was stunned.

The people watching outside Dali Temple were also confused.

Prime Minister Shen did not participate in the Spring Festival this year. How is this possible?

The minister of Dali Temple carefully looked at the bright yellow silk handed over by the clerk.

This is indeed the emperor's handwriting, and it is also stamped with the jade seal, so it cannot be faked.

He raised his eyes and motioned to the clerk to take the bright silk and show it to the outside world.

Song Xiuwen saw the content clearly and instantly collapsed on the ground.

The people watching outside Dali Temple were also speechless. How could they dare to question the holy will before them.

"No, that's not the case..." Song Xiuwen found it difficult to accept the reality.

If this is the case, then he...failed?

How can this be!

He studied hard for ten years in Hanchuang. Whether it was the children's examination or the provincial examination, he always stood out with the first place. This time it should be the same as before. Huiyuan should be his, there is no way he could fail!

In the flash of lightning, something seemed to pass through my mind quickly.

He subconsciously grabbed it and spoke eagerly, "Prime Minister Shen has been an official for many years. He has students all over the government and the public, and there are not a few cronies. Who knows if this year's invigilators and marking officers are familiar with Prime Minister Shen, even if he did not personally participate in the Spring Festival. , those people would at least betray Shen Xiang to save face."

Shen Boyuan's face turned livid with anger at these words, "Master Song accused me of forming a clique for personal gain. Where is the evidence?"

Song Xiuwen's words are no joke.

If a caring person listened to it and read a copy in front of the emperor, it would be enough for Shen Boyuan to drink a pot.

He is the Prime Minister, his daughter is the future Princess Regent, and his niece is the most beloved concubine in the palace. Now the Shen family is the hottest upstart in Shengjing City. If he gets involved with cronies, it will be all over.

This is what the superiors fear the most!

Song Xiuwen pursed his lips and gritted his teeth and said, "I have personally seen Prime Minister Shen and the Minister of Rites enter the Star-Zhaing Tower together."

"The Prime Minister and the Minister of Rites are colleagues. What's wrong with discussing matters together? Did you see the Prime Minister and the Minister of Rites exchanging tokens privately, or did the Prime Minister secretly call the Minister of Rites to the mansion to conspire?"

"I..." Song Xiuwen opened his mouth and fell silent for a moment.

"So Mr. Song has no evidence?"

"Palm mouth!" He Lianxiao's eyes were cold.

Qingming immediately stepped forward and slapped Song Xiuwen twice.

He was a martial arts practitioner with amazing strength. With just two slaps, Song Xiuwen's mouth bled and one of his teeth fell out.

"Well..." Song Xiuwen was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, and a mouthful of blood spurted out when he opened his mouth.

"Brother Wen..." Mrs. Li was extremely distressed and cried non-stop.

Helianxiao frowned slightly.

The Qing of Dali Temple's heart tightened, and he boldly patted the gavel and said, "Quiet!"

Song Xiuwen and her son were so frightened that they stopped crying.

He Lianxiao seemed to have reached the limit of his patience, with a hint of irritation in his eyes, "Let's close the case as soon as possible."

"Yes." The Minister of Dali Temple nodded hastily.

He ordered to the left and right, "Go and invite this year's marking officer."

As soon as he finished speaking, a moon-white figure came uninvited, waving a bamboo fan, "Hey, it's really lively here."

When he came to the lobby, he looked left and west like he was wandering around. When he saw He Lianxiao, surprise flashed in his eyes, "Tsk, why did such a trivial matter alarm the regent?"

There was no intention of saluting at all.

Finally, he waved his bamboo fan to the Minister of Dali Temple and said, "Sir Zhang, your ability to handle cases is not good."

The Minister of Dali Temple was already sweating, but now he was even more panicked.

"I have met Lord Ming." Zhang Han saluted.

"Stop dealing with these vain things and show me a seat first."
Chapter completed!