The official is deeply trapped in the Shura field

Chapter 19 Male style

Fu Renzhang did not go to look for Zhu Jue again when he returned home, instead he had the carpenters cleared out, and the two carpenter's rooms were also sealed with wooden boards. Director Liang dared not go forward, and urged Mrs. Zhong to go there. After a long time, Grandma Zhong just came out of the kitchen, followed by the servant girl carrying a porcelain bowl, and entered the room, she saw the little master sitting on the footrest and leaning against the end of the bed untying the Nine Links.

Grandma Zhong didn't quite squat down, she just sat down in front of him, motioned for the servant girl to put down the tray, opened the lid, and the hot orange prawn and egg custard inside was shaking slightly tenderly, "Your Highness, nanny, I I made it myself, it is very fragrant, try it soon?"

Fu Renzhang's focused eyes stared at the jade ring in his hand, and his fingers were flexible and quickly disassembled. He was obviously very good at things on weekdays, but now he couldn't untie any of them. He was getting more and more irritable in his heart. The color is getting darker and darker, like a night without light forever.

Grandma Zhong's heart felt sour, she must have been reprimanded by her again, she quietly accompanied him, no longer talking or urging him.

Time slipped away little by little, the snow outside gradually stopped, and the sound of boys sweeping the snow came in. Fu Renzhang suddenly felt a constricting pain in his heart, and raised his head and asked her, "Nurse, I'm stupid, aren't I?"

"No, Your Highness is very smart. You were only three years old that year. Mother sent me a letter and asked you to read it for me?"

The little child who is not even as high as a table leg can know so many characters, and she reads it fluently from beginning to end, and speaks some polite words in a logical manner.

Fu Renzhang, who was praised, nodded, and finally smiled with relief, "Yeah, I just don't like learning, it's not that I'm not good at thinking."

Fu Renzhang suddenly remembered that when he was a child, he was the smallest, and his elder brothers already had the style of a prince, but he was different, climbing trees to dig out birds' nest eggs, walking on the curbs on both sides of the garden, and playing with strange lights and shadows It's about an hour, so I often come late for class. The Taifu doesn't talk about him, but he doesn't take special care of him. He still talks according to the normal schoolwork. The more he listens, the more he doesn't understand. There was no interest in life, which caused him to have a headache when he heard the word "Tai Tu" later on, and what he said was as obscure as a bible, so naturally he didn't have more interest in putting his energy into it.

Thinking like this, he said, "Oh, don't care about other people, I can live comfortably every day, nanny, I'll lie down for a while, you can go out."

"His Royal Highness eat something before going to bed..."

Fu Renzhang shook his head, lying down with his tall body curled up, Nanny Zhong was in a panic and couldn't persuade her, she agreed dryly, and ordered her to be carried into the palace full of anger.

Soon in the evening, the man on the bed frowned, as if he was trapped in a dream and could not escape. In a golden palace, a little child was kneeling, his clothes had been torn by the whip, and his bloody skin was exposed. The flesh and blood flowed down the trouser legs all the way to the floor tiles. Fu Renzhang wanted to get closer to take a good look at him, but the child never raised his head. The woman standing in front seemed to become more and more crazy when seeing the bright red blood. The golden skirt dangled back and forth, and the speed of the short whip in her hand gradually increased, her voice was always harsh and sharp, "Oh, I can bear it, I will make you not cry, I will make you climb trees, I will make you beat people , you bastard, you are in trouble all day long, you still refuse to admit it, and you have learned to lie, I can't control you, right, I will let you not admit it..."

Fu Renzhang stretched out his empty hand to hold the woman, he didn't lie, it was Brother Wuhuang who scolded him first, Brother Wuhuang said that Concubine Zhong Gui was a goblin who specially used Yin Qi to seduce mature men, he couldn't get angry, Only then hit him back.But, back in the palace, mother and concubine, you didn't even ask why, and you just condemned me. If I beat you, so what, if he said it again, I would still beat you...

The anger in his heart is suppressed, the little child can't say it, and the grown-up himself can't say it, he is no longer good at telling others about his heart.

Early the next morning, Fu Renzhang fell ill. He had a high fever and couldn't even open his eyes. His knees were still swollen, red and itchy. After a long time, she cautiously gave a prescription and asked people to catch them. Nanny Zhong was worried, so she followed her. Passing by Zhu Jue, she saw a chaotic group inside. Listen carefully, and then look at the Looking at the guards of Dali Temple standing in a row in front, he turned and went back to report to Fu Renzhang.

"Your Highness? Your Highness?"

Fu Renzhang was so confused that he wiped his forehead and sat up, humming.

"Drink the medicine, drink it up, don't leave it."

The man was only wearing a thin pajamas, the front was open, revealing a strong and healthy chest, his Adam's apple was rolling, and he drank it in one gulp. The slightly bitter smell of the medicine made him sober in an instant, and he looked at the nanny with heavy eyelids, "Who is it?" came to ask?"

Grandmother Zhong rolled her eyeballs around, and answered in a natural soft voice, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, and the First Prince sent someone to ask about it, where Uncle Yuen..."

Fu Renzhang regretted it after asking, why bother to ask, when his mother and concubine never took the initiative to care about him, she was a person who would never admit defeat in her bones.

After hearing that, Uncle Yun?

"What's up with him?"

Fu Renzhang half leaned on his arm, and even spoke with enthusiasm, squinting his eyes to listen to the nanny.

"Uncle Yu Enbo settled the lawsuit. When he got up early in the morning, a scholar was hanged on the beam outside his gate. Many people gathered around the gate to be suspicious. Just now I saw that the minister of Dali Temple came in person and led many yamen servants. Could it be that he wanted to arrest him? let him go?"

In Bengong's territory, trying to arrest someone is like a fantasy, even if Xiao Hongdou is disobedient, who would let him have his own body fragrance and hot temper, so he can't stop?

Twitching his nose, he got up and asked the nanny to help him get dressed, "Just put on a big cloak, you don't need to wear so much, I'm so hot."

Aunt Zhong was still afraid that he would catch a cold, so she put on a tight-fitting long gown and a coat over her head. When she went out, someone carried a sedan chair over. At the forefront, he took a breath, followed the crowd to disperse, and saw the situation in the palace clearly.

Zhu Jue sat on the head, with his hands in his sleeves, his complexion was fair and fair, like the unmelted ice and snow outside, his appearance was calm and composed, and there was no panic in his brows or eyes.

The one sitting on the other side, according to the words of her hometown, has a mean face, with single and slender eyes, and the tails of the eyes are raised high, and the thin lips are shaped like a knife. The bones on the chest were protruding, and when the two of them heard the arrival of the Ninth Prince, they got up one after another and came to pay their respects.

The nanny asked someone to close the palace door first, and the servant lit the stove to warm up the surroundings before helping Fu Renzhang out. Zhu Jue could tell at a glance that something was wrong with the man who came down. Dark, probably, with a fever...

"Get up."

Fu Renzhang unceremoniously sat in the armchair that Zhu Jue was sitting in just now, and asked, "Why is Si Qing here?"

Zheng Zhongyang sighed from the bottom of his heart, it seemed that the Ninth Prince had to take care of it.

"I came here to ask Yu Enbo some questions, it's nothing important."

Zhu Jue's eyes remained unchanged, he still stood not far away, slightly bowing his head as if listening.

Fu Renzhang took a special look at Zhu Jue, hoping to get some information from his eyes to ask for help, but he turned out to be a piece of wood, motionless, he could only see the red mole on his forehead and the black beauty tip.

"Then you can ask, I will be an auditor."

Zheng Zhongyang acted according to the procedure, signaled to the master, the two sat down, and asked Zhu Jue, "Uncle, Jiang Fan just went to Dali Temple to file a complaint the day before yesterday, but he hanged himself in front of the gate outside your mansion in a few days. How to explain?"

Jiang Fan?Fu Renzhang thought for a while in a daze, and then remembered, didn't he let him arrest this Jiang Fan?How did he hang himself?

Zhu Jue looked directly into Zheng Zhongyang's eyes, and replied clearly, "I don't know about this matter, and the minister of the temple may have to ask someone else."

The answer was airtight, and Zheng Zhongyang signaled the witness to come over, "This man is an old man on the street at midnight. He saw with his own eyes that Jiang Fan was still alive when he arrived at the gate of your mansion, and soon someone opened the door and arrested him. Please come in, tell me, how is it?"

The witness knelt down and began to make a statement stammeringly, "Old man, I don't dare to lie, every sentence is true. At midnight last night, a young man did enter this mansion."

Zhu Jue frowned, lowered his head and continued to ask in detail, "Old man, if you think about it carefully, are you sure it's the person outside, or maybe it's a servant from the mansion."

Hearing the voice, the old man raised his head, and suddenly felt that the person in front of him was like a golden boy under the seat of Guanyin. I took a special look at the man, it was indeed the robe of Ai Qing, as for the face, I couldn't see it, er, it seemed, yes, he was holding something in his hand, wrapped in cotton cloth, very precious..."

Something wrapped in cotton cloth?Zhu Jue was startled, could it be, Iron Scroll?

Suppressing the fluster, this matter can only be done in private, and cannot go outside, looked up at Fu Renzhang, and said nothing.

Fu Renzhang also seemed to be tired, rubbed the center of his brows, and asked Zheng Zhongyang, "Siqing only talks about the result, don't tell me such nonsense without a head or a shadow."

Zheng Zhongyang bowed deeply, "Your Highness, this is a matter of human life. I want to take Uncle Yuen back to Dali Temple for a detailed investigation. If you are worried, I can investigate together with the Ministry of Criminal Justice."

Fu Renzhang felt hot all over his body, but his mind was clear. He thought he was so stupid. Once he entered Dali Temple, he used all the instruments of torture one by one. Let others spoil it.

"Oh, what you said doesn't count. You can just close the case. I, Fu Renzhang, hanged him personally."

Several people looked up at him at the same time, and Zhu Jue was the most surprised. Fu Renzhang's fever was obviously getting worse, and even his neck was red.

Fu Renzhang poured a cup of warm tea made by Mrs. Zhong, and asked him in a hoarse tone, "What's the matter? Is there a problem?"

Zheng Zhongyang frowned and asked, "That's what His Highness did, why did he hang himself outside Yu Enbo's mansion?"

Yes, it was an excuse at first glance, but he still had to ask, after all, it was really going to be concluded like this.

"Because, he rejected me yesterday. I wanted to scare him. You may not understand the little fun between men."

Zheng Zhongyang choked up, for the taste of hanging a person at the gate for a disagreement, I'm sorry he really doesn't understand.

He was still moved one moment, but wanted to strangle him to death the next moment. When Zhu Jue was inconsistent, Zheng Zhongyang nodded and bid farewell to him with the original expression.

That kind of look, that is, you, Yu Enbo, actually committed yourself to the Ninth Prince, doing that masculine thing, doing that Long Yang's good.

The author has something to say: Fu Renzhang: Beauty, to save your life, shouldn't I promise it with my body?

Zhu Jue: I just want to be a handsome man in peace, and I don't want to be a curmudgeon.