The official is deeply trapped in the Shura field

Chapter 17

After half a stick of incense, Zhu Jue woke up slowly, opened his eyes with a splitting headache, Fu Chengao saw that he was about to get up, and quickly pressed his shoulder, "Don't move, you fainted just now."

Since hitting the post, it seems that the headaches have become more and more frequent, and this time I fainted when I thought about the past, I really feel like cursing my mother.

"It's okay, scare Your Highness."

Fu Chengao pursed his lips and shook his head, let go of him, and returned to his usual gentle and gentleman appearance, "You and I are good friends, why should you be so polite, but, do you remember what I suggested to you just now? Do you want to consider it?" one time?"

If he begged his father to let Yu Enbo go to the south of the Yangtze River with him, it should be possible.

Zhu Jue pressed the center of his brows, straightened his robe slightly and sat up, "I appreciate Your Highness's kindness, but spring is just around the corner, I'd better stay in the capital and concentrate on preparing for the exam."

Fu Chengao seemed to have anticipated the result, concealed his disappointment, and looked at his face with good eyes, as if to keep it in his heart, his voice was dry, "Okay, then next time we have a chance, we will go together."

In his previous life, he never left the capital until his death. If he had the opportunity in this life, of course he would go out. He smiled brightly and nodded.

When Lin Jijiu came back, he heard that Zhu Jue had fainted, so he hurried in to ask a few words, and then sent someone to the palace to invite the imperial doctor. After such a long delay, Zhu Jue returned to the mansion with a tired face.

Uncle Chai was also worried about his health, so he continued to drink soup, "Go to bed early, don't stay up too late."

"Well, got it, Chai Bo, let's go to bed."

Zhu Jue said that, but he just took a shower and went to bed after watching the policy discussion until midnight. He closed his eyes and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Everything that seemed to happen in another life made him feel extremely tired, and the matter of the iron scroll was especially stressful Great, if you let the sage know that you have lost it, but if you want to completely cut the title, you will blame Fu Renzhang, what kind of courtyard is being rebuilt, that's great, he didn't find it anywhere, thinking about it, he gradually fell asleep .

In the severe winter, Zhu Jue woke up early and his right eyelid kept twitching. He wrapped himself in the thickest padded jacket and stood on the porch to look at the sky. Although it was foggy, it should be a sunny day. The Chai Bo hurried over with a flustered expression, "Master, Lord, the people from Dali Temple have come and said that they want to invite you over."

Fuck, Zhu Jue thought that Fu Renzhang was coming because his eyelids jumped, so he came out and waited on purpose, but who would have thought that it was Dali Temple?

Before he could speak, a few yamen servants in black iron-colored uniforms came in from the other end, and they spoke politely, "Please come over, so that we can investigate."

Because his title is there, he still sits in his own carriage, but there is no one around to wait on him. He sits alone with his back straight, his hands clasped around a stove, and with the sound of creaking wheels, he falls into the meditation.

Arriving soon, Dali Temple is located in the southwest direction of the palace, the steps at the entrance have been swept away by the snow, the servants handed over Zhu Jue to the temple minister, and they went back separately.

Zhu Jue squeezed the purse in his bosom, but did not hand it over. These people are honest and upright, and no one knows in private that they dare not accept bribes at such a critical juncture, but they did not expect him to say something by himself I understand, "Little uncle, this matter is not a big deal. Yesterday, a man knelt at the door and said that he wanted to sue. His expression was very crazy, and he declared his will by death. Our people saw that this man's body had been lynched. I'm afraid You crashed and died at this door, so I invited you in to simply ask."

Zhu Jue frowned, the red mole on his forehead became more and more red in the white snow, lynching, that is, Jiang Fan?But how did Fu Renzhang let him go?

"Please, there are only the Minister of the Temple and the Master Book."

Zhu Jue nodded slightly, and smiled at him, Si Cheng was surprised, he had never heard of such a person in the capital, his smile could almost melt the winter snow, he was really as handsome as an orchid orchid and a jade tree.

"Thank you for your words."

Si Cheng opened the door for him, saying that he dared not dare.

There are simple tables and chairs in the room, and a plaque stands on the main seat, which is written in formal four characters, judging things and judging. Underneath is a man in a third-rank official uniform. Zhu Jue didn't salute, just nodded slightly, and called him Sentence, "Siqing."

Dali Temple's surname is Zheng, and his name is Zhong Yang. His eyes with single eyelids are more powerful, his lips are as thin as blades, his complexion is hardened, he puts down the brush in his hand, and looks up at the person coming, "Young uncle, don't be too polite, sit down."

His voice and tone are rigid, his brows are sharp, and his black eyes are fixed on his white jade cheeks. The face that others find amazing is quite feminine and unmanly in his eyes. Fan comes over.

Soon, Jiang Fan came in, and when he saw Zhu Jue's dark blue figure, his eyes were full of jealousy, then he bowed his head and knelt down, kowtowed and said, "Xiaosheng Liangzhou Jiang Fan pays his respects to Si Qing."

Zheng Zhongyang glanced at him, bent his fingers and tapped on the table, "Jiang Fan, my minister made it clear in advance that if you create something out of nothing, I will sentence you to the crime of disturbing the court and go to jail according to the court law. Do you have any objection?"

In the last sentence, the high-pitched accent brought a menacing tone, which made people involuntarily afraid and fearful, but Jiang Fan had already put all his eggs in one basket and couldn't care less.

The Eldest Prince said that the Ninth Prince’s confession is also a confession, so why not just sue Zhu Jue, he can continue to participate in Chunwei if the Yu En Bo’s Mansion collapses, otherwise, the Ninth Prince will not let him go, and only by making things big can he continue to participate in Chunwei. Save his life.

"No."

Zheng Zhongyang hummed in a low voice, and then said, "Then you present the evidence and testify one by one."

Jiang Fan was taken back by the First Prince and was only roughly given some medicine. The scars on his body were the evidence of the crime.

"Xiaosheng sued Yu Enbo Zhu Jue for using lynching without authorization and severely injured me. My body is the evidence."

Zheng Zhongyang ordered his clothes to be stripped off. He was indeed covered with scars. Apart from whips, sticks on his fingers, and burn marks on his chest, they were different in size, old and new. He was locked up for at least ten days.

Turning to look at Zhu Jue, he asked, "What can I say, little uncle?"

The master book was at the side taking notes, and he heard Yuenbo's crisp and pleasant voice answering, "Yunbo's mansion is being renovated, where can I lynch him, not to mention, Jiang Fan is not the Ninth Prince Got you? Huh?"

Hearing the words Ninth Prince, Zheng Zhongyang raised his head and glanced at him, his thick eyebrows gathered into a mountain shape.

Jiang Fan seemed to have expected it, and looked up at Zhu Jue, "If it wasn't for the little uncle blowing the pillow wind, the Ninth Prince has no enmity with me, why would you arrest me?"

Pillow wind?

This is ambiguous, originally the courtyard where he lived was specially opened up by the Ninth Prince, so it is quite accommodating.

The master book stopped writing, and slightly lowered his eyelids to look at Yu Enbo who was diagonally opposite. For the private affairs of the Ninth Prince, forgive him for not being brave enough to write about it.

Zhu Jue took his time and looked at Zheng Zhongyang coolly, "Si Qing thinks that only speculation can become a fact of conviction?"

Zheng Zhongyang raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, this Yu Enbo is very interesting, in this dynasty, there is such a thing as being a good man, especially those families of the famous families often keep some prostitutes. It is a major event that shakes the foundation of the country, but it is still possible to do it in fours and twos.

"Really not, Jiang Fan, is there any other evidence? Submit it together."

Jiang Fan was trembling with anger, this Zhu Jue could really put on a show, he was extremely disgusted, he took out a square jade tablet tremblingly from his arms, the inside was hollowed out, inlaid with a luminous pearl, and on it were two The characters can be seen clearly as long as you face the sun, he pointed and said, "This thing is a token that the emperor in the Nanliang court bestowed on his confidants. There is a name, the minister of the temple can look carefully."

Passing it up with both hands, the master carefully held it in front of Zheng Zhongyang, Jiang Fan glanced at Zhu Jue's pale face, and became more and more convinced, "This is the criminal evidence that old Yu Enbo colluded with Nanliang. , all because Yu Enbo had an affair with the enemy..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a few disdainful laughter. Nanliang belongs to the edge of the dynasty. When he was young, his parents left on the battlefield and never returned, becoming martyrs of the imperial court. Now that he mentions it, it really sprinkles salt on his wounds.

Zheng Zhongyang looked carefully at the front and back, and there was indeed old Yu Enbo's words, but this thing can also be faked, who knows if it's true or not, so he knocked on the table and asked him, "Where did you come from this thing?"

"Naturally, Zhu Jue gave it to me as a gift in pursuit of me, but I didn't expect that I discovered the mystery of it."

Zheng Zhongyang glanced at Zhu Jue in a strange way. Flies don't bite seamless eggs. He reckoned that this Yu Enbo really liked men.

Signaling the master to bring the evidence to Zhu Jue for confrontation, he frowned and asked, "What do you want to say, little uncle?"

Zhu Jue picked it up and threw it in front of the kneeling Jiang Fan. With a clear sound, he brushed off his robe and stood up. He took two steps forward, his eyebrows frowned, and his lips were red and poisonous. It’s everywhere, just buying one with engraved words can wrong my father? What a joke, my father has been killed in battle for ten years, don’t you think it’s too ridiculous to use such a crappy thing to put shit on his head now? ?Jiang Fan, you are just a dog, you can only bark, you can't bite, why don't you make a real bright spot, I'll wait for you to sue me again, it's better to go to the holy place, I promise, I'll see one , Just hit one of them."

Turning to Zheng Zhongyang with red eyes, "Si Qing, I hope you won't call me over with the same clumsy frame-up in the future."

After Zhu Jue finished speaking, he left, clenched his hands tightly in his sleeves, wishing to pinch his flesh. Before he could go out, he heard Jiang Fan behind him shout anxiously, "Si Qing, go search Zhu Jue's mansion. Guaranteed to have letters from old Yuenbo collaborating with the enemy, their Yuenbo mansion is a dirty place, and that Zhu Jue is also a bitch for thousands of people to ride, eh..."

"Above the court, how can you allow your swear words, take them down."

The man's rich voice gradually disappeared with the closing of the door. Zhu Jue looked up at the sunny sky, squinted his eyes, and felt a sense of sadness in his heart.

The author has something to say: Fu Renzhang: Daughter-in-law, you are really domineering.

Zhu Jue clapped his hands: The voice doesn't sound very clear...

Fu Renzhang quickly took out some blue and white porcelain from official kilns from his private warehouse, and handed them over with both hands: You can smash them as you like.