Chapter 785: Xiao Yi has tender eyes

The jailer opened the door.
The man who was brought in, dressed in black uniforms, wore handcuffs like other imperial felons. Although he was a prisoner, his face was as beautiful and dazzling as before, lighting up the gloomy lobby like a Chilano Yushu.
He did not suffer, Nan Baoyi quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Because of Xiao Yi's special status, even if he is now a prisoner, he still has the right to sit in the hall. The jailer even thoughtfully offered him a cup of hot fragrant tea.
Looking at him casually tasting tea, Nan Baoyi secretly cursed a few words in my heart.
This servant was at the Guangen Temple by herself, but told her to run around outside...
She endured her dissatisfaction and said lightly: "You can start interrogation."
Taishi Wei presided over the trial, and took the lead to sound the gavel.
Shen Yichao picked up the pleading and read it clearly.
Together with Qingyang Emperor Ji to force the palace...
Rob criminals...
Trespassing the gate...
Provoking Kingoe...
The piles and piles are all leaning against the thief and treason.
After reading it, it was a quarter of an hour later.
Shen Yichao put down the pleadings and took two sips of tea.
Taishi Wei nodded and looked at Xiao Yi: "Dare to ask King Yong, is the statement in the pleading true?"
Xiao Yi chuckled: "If this king said it is not true, does the Taishi believe it?"
"Naturally do not believe it." Taishi Wei smiled and stroked his beard, his eyes were extremely cold and cruel, "There are witnesses of Jinwuwei and all the wives of Yikun Palace, and the crime of conspiracy is nailed. The old man is loyal to the emperor and loves the country. The family and the country are stricken with the ground, and most people don't see man-made rebellion against the palace. The old man thought that King Yong should die."
He drew a sign from the bamboo tube, waved his sleeve, and threw it at Xiao Yi's feet.
The sign is engraved with the word "death" in Jinding.
Taishi Wei is still smiling: "The old man has made a judgment, three adults, please?"
Nan Baoyi's Danfeng eyes are black and white, quietly looking at Shen Yichao.
Nine deaths.
The only turning point was around Shen Yichao.
If he is sentenced to death, then the second brother will be safe and sound.
Shen Yichao played with the tea cup, seemingly indecisive.
Taishi Wei whispered in his ears: "Son-in-law, how Chu Chu was injured in Yikun Palace, don't you need to repeat it? If you let him go, Chu Chu might have a rift with you."
Shen Yichao stared at Xiao Yi.
Yesterday, Chu Chu came home weeping.
She was covered in blood, and when the doctor was bandaging, she cried and fainted.
She fell into his arms, begging him to be the master softly.
How much she hurts.
And the culprit of all this is Xiao Yi.
He regarded him as a cousin, and he worked hard to make plans for him when he was in Nanyue, but he refused to leave even a bit of face.
Shen Yichao's expression was cold: "When I was in Nanyue, I told my Highness that when I return to Chang'an, I will still be loyal to the emperor's aunt. Your Highness, it seems that you and I will have a different path after all."
The sign fell to the ground.
The golden tripod with the word "death" shows a cold texture.
Nan Baoyi's hands are trapped in her sleeves, and her nails are deeply pinched into her palms.
She stared at Shen Yichao in disbelief.
The other side's face was stern, and he just looked down the dossier calmly.
His white clothes were spotless, and his snow-white hairband lined him with the beauty of Yushu, clear and handsome.
And his tone is so high.
The little man of the Shen family...
The Shen family Xiaolangjun, who was in Jinguan City, chatted and laughed with them...
Nan Baoyi was silent, and drew the signature from the drawbox.
The green-headed green bamboo sticks clearly engraved the word "sheng".
She solemnly arranged the signature on the table: "I want King Yong to give birth."
She glanced at Pei Shang Shuling.
The only hope now is this strange official.
She muttered: "It is a fact that King Yong broke into the palace without permission, and it is also a fact to rob Qingyang Emperor Ji. However, King Yong has never attacked his wife and noble daughter, nor has he killed Shen Yijue, nor has it caused any turmoil. He just wants to be perfect. My sister, he just wants his sister to get a little happiness before he dies. If human nature can also be convicted of capital crime, then dare to ask you adults, where does the moral line always go?"
Taishi Wei twisted his beard and sneered: "Why does Nanda have the face to talk to the old man? Qingyang Diji flees my Wei family marriage and has an affair with a monk. This kind of is also worthy of a human relationship?! Master Pei? You should know how to judge."
Nan Baoyi also looked at Pei Muan.
Shang Shuling, who is nearly forty years old, came from a famous family, but never married a wife or concubine.
Indulging in alchemy and seeking immortality all day is a wonderful work among high officials.
Because of taking medicine powder for a long time, his appearance is not inferior to Xiao Yu, and because he is famous for his loneliness and coldness, he adds a bit of elegance after years of precipitation to ordinary nobles.
He put down the tea cup and glanced at Xiao Yi indifferently.
He regretted: "The crown prince had the best appearance in Chang'an back then. I didn't expect His Royal Highness Yong to be even more graceful and unparalleled in the world. It would be a pity if he died like this with such an appearance."
He rolled up the cuffs of the woven gold treasure, and put out his jade-colored hands, and picked out a green bamboo stick with a green head from the pick tube.
Taishi Wei twisted his eyebrows: "Pei Muan!"
Pei Mu'an is polite and elegant: "While Taishi Wei had a good relationship with the empress empress, but never knew the empress empress. Qingyang Emperor Ji has just died, and the empress cannot withstand the pain of losing another son."
When the voice fell, he arranged the bamboo sticks beside Nan Baoyi's bamboo sticks.
The final word.
Nan Baoyi's hanging heart quietly let go.
Two live, two die.
At least the second brother will not be sentenced to death.
How to deal with it will have to be discussed before making arrangements.
Taishi Wei and others left one after another and went to the street for lunch.
Nan Baoyi sat beside Xiao Yi.
Rows of undulating lights were lit on both sides of the lobby, and the tower was cold and humid, and the dark torture instruments hung on the walls were even more terrifying.
She touched the shackles between Xiao Yi's wrists, and whispered, "Does it hurt?"
Xiao Yi watched her.
The little girl wore an official gown with a dragon head and fish pattern and tied a high ponytail with a black ribbon. Her small face was white and tough, and her pupils were black and white, as if she could bravely carry all disasters.
She is no longer the delicate and awkward Nan Jia Jiaojiao in Jinguan City.
She is trustworthy.
His thin lips smiled: "It doesn't hurt."
"Liar." Nan Baoyi touched his wrist distressedly, "It's all bleeding, and it doesn't hurt..."
Xiao Yi's eyes are gentle.
The little girl's eyes were full of distress, and the white and soft fingertips touched his wound, as if soaked in the warm spring water, he didn't hurt at all.
She pouted sadly, and her lips were as red as petals.
It is the only warm color in this deserted and dark Guangen Temple tower.
After watching for a while, he slowly withdrew his gaze: "In another half a month, it will be the time for the family to judge. If the Nan family wants to be in the family, you have to make friends with other families. I have already said hello to the government of Zhenguo and Zhou family. , The rest depends on Nan Jiaojiao's own ability."