The official is deeply trapped in the Shura field

Chapter 44

In the afternoon, it was evening. Kang Quanyou waited until the two of them came out, then stood up gloomily, "The two adults worked together to solve the case regardless of day and night?"

Zheng Zhongyang just smiled and didn't speak.

However, Kang Quanyou's anger became more and more intense, "Can we start the class now?"

His Department of Criminal Justice was originally at odds with Dali Temple. This Zheng Zhongyang was stubborn and extreme, but he was trusted by the Holy One, and he was gloomy and lifeless all day long.

Zheng Zhongyang waved his hand and asked the yamen servant, "Can the prisoner be recruited?"

The yamen servant replied, "We have used severe punishment, but we still haven't been recruited."

"Well, Mr. Kang heard it, but is there any more effective way?"

After hearing this, Kang Quanyou's expression improved slightly, he sat down casually, pondered for a moment, and said something, "If this prisoner has not been recruited, how should we explain to the Holy One?"

This is already a way out, Zheng Zhongyang didn't intend to ask anything out of the prisoner's mouth, so he rolled his eyelids and asked Zhu Jue, "What does Master Zhu think?"

Kang Quanyou also looked up at him, Zhu Jue didn't sleep well at night, his face was slightly pale, his eyes were still as clear as water, he looked up at the two of them warmly, and said in a calm tone, "Naturally, tell the truth."

How do they want to explain it? Could it be that they still framed her?

Zheng Zhongyang raised his hand to drink tea, and when he heard his answer on the way, he still had time to twitch the corner of his lower lip. Kang Quanyou obviously wasn't in the mood to tease him, so he asked him loudly, "After several days of interrogation, there is still no result, Your Majesty. You must be furious, who can take this responsibility?"

It was only then that Zhu Jue thought of the follow-up. The emperor took the imperial concubine as the most important thing. If he didn't find out, he would have to be punished.

Zheng Zhongyang drank enough tea, and signaled him to be calm, "How do you want to report, Mr. Kang?"

Kang Quanyou frowned. He often dealt with Zheng Zhongyang, and he never thought he could talk so easily. He leaned back and raised one leg, "You transferred the prisoner from Dali Temple to our Criminal Department, which is only responsible for detaining the prisoner." , let’s delay dealing with the Holy One.”

He expected Zheng Zhongyang to agree. After all, this prisoner is obviously a hot potato. If he doesn't throw it out quickly, it will be ruined in his hands. Zheng Zhongyang is not a fool.

Does the Ministry of Criminal Justice want someone?That is…

Zheng Zhongyang sank slightly, the wind is really going to blow in this capital...

"Master Kang, you and I have been officials in the court together for many years. When you know that I am a man, this prisoner has to say something when he enters Dali Temple, and then he will hand it over to the Ministry of Punishment. Otherwise, this stern and selfless plaque is not a display."

After all, he squinted his eyes and drank tea by himself.

Kang Quanyou's face was ashen, he endured it, sat down again, and his tone was lowered, "Master Zheng is as good as iron, I know, but this time the matter is serious, I'm afraid there will be no result for a while..."

If you can't get it out, you can say it doesn't count.

Without saying anything else, Zheng Zhongyang stood up and pushed him away, "Master Kang should come at night, the prisoner may not be able to last for a few days."

Naturally, Kang Quanyou didn't believe it, he must have been tortured yesterday, and in the end, he still didn't get recruited?Frowning and snorting, he turned around and led a group of people out of Dali Temple.

Zhu Jue sat and didn't speak any more, and Zheng Zhongyang didn't have time to talk to him, so he went directly to the back hall to try the case. So at night, they still ate together, but Zhu Jue ate very little, so he drank a few more hot drinks. Tea, once again entered the execution room of death row.

The condition of the prisoner was indeed not very good, and he held his breath for support. Zheng Zhongyang did not use torture tonight, and sat quietly in the ebony chair, with a light but heavy tone, "It has been 42 hours since you were arrested. Three quarters of an hour, probably your master thought you were dead, after all, you are a person without a name, who can remember, if it is me, I will not remember."

He was more like talking to himself, and he sighed as he spoke, "Oh, this world is really boring. There are so many sufferings every day, and some of them still can't escape. Like you, you just It doesn’t matter if you can die in Dali Temple, death is not terrible, it’s only punishment if you live, I won’t interrogate you today, rest assured and sleep well.”

When the moon was on the top of the tree, Zhu Jue followed him out and listened to him order the servant, "Just say, the prisoner accidentally said two words by mistake."

"Yes."

Zhu Jue was still pondering what he said, when Kang Quanyou led the people over, Zheng Zhongyang said to him with a happy expression for the first time after handing over the hatchback as a salute, and the corners of his lips deliberately drew a beautiful arc, "Master Kang It happened to be here, please."

After entering the death row, seeing the silence inside, Kang Quanyou frowned, "Why was there no trial?"

The yamen servant came over and replied, "The prisoner has a high fever, and the imperial doctor said that there is no more torture."

Oh?

"Lead me to have a look."

Kang Quanyou walked down the steps in a few steps, his eyes fixed on the figure lying on the thatched mat inside the iron fence, obviously, the clothes and wounds were taken care of, what does this Zheng Zhongyang mean?

"Master Zheng, how do you decide to answer tomorrow at court?"

The Holy Majesty will inevitably ask, all three of them are here, just talking to each other.

Zheng Zhongyang imitated Zhu Jue's words meaningfully, "Naturally, tell the truth..."

After Kang Quanyou returned to the mansion, he heard the deputy behind him say, "I heard that the prisoner accidentally said two words tonight, but he couldn't figure out what it was?"

The man suddenly became angry, patted the corner of the table, and roared in a low voice, "A bunch of trash."

After thinking about it, I still felt uneasy, turned around and passed behind the screen, and didn't come out for a long time.

Zhu Jue followed Zheng Zhongyang all the time, even entering the palace, and sure enough, he was summoned by the emperor after going down to court. Emperor Jingli has been afraid to see the imperial concubine these days, and all the imperial doctors have been sent to guard him, not allowed to come out. A slight mistake.

"Tell me, how is it going?"

Looking up at Zheng Zhongyang, he tapped on the case with his fingers weakly.

The air in the imperial study was stagnant, and after a while, Zheng Zhongyang cupped his hands and replied, "There are some clues, the prisoner said the word Your Highness..."

Your Highness?

Emperor Jingli became angry instantly, pushed the teacup with his palm, stood up and yelled at Fucai, "Who is this who doesn't like me? A bunch of evil..."

Kang Quanyou, Zheng Zhongyang and Zhu Jue who were below all knelt down, and Fucai also shook his whisk, knelt down and whispered comfortingly, "Your Majesty, take care of the dragon body..."

There was a cruel look in Emperor Jingli's brows. Everyone in the harem wanted to get rid of the imperial concubine and hurry up. They just stared at Zhang'er in front of the court, and they couldn't see him at ease. He waved them to continue to investigate, "Zheng Zhongyang, you and Zhu Jue continues to investigate, let me investigate to the death, no matter who it is, I want this result, as for Kang Quanyou, you should avoid suspicion."

Kang Quanyou is the younger brother of Concubine Kang, and also the eldest prince's uncle, so it's no wonder the Holy One is suspicious.

As he grew older, Emperor Jingli could naturally see the ambitions of the princes. While not accepting his old age, he was also observing them carefully. When he chose Mingjun, he was also choosing his son. The last thing I want to do is inherit the throne.

"I will obey your orders."

As soon as he came out of the hall, Kang Quanyou sneered, gritted his teeth and glanced at the two of them with a smirk, and threatened sinisterly, "Those who are not afraid of death will die quickly."

Standing behind Zheng Zhongyang, facing the gust of wind after the rain, Zhu Jue suddenly understood something, but couldn't feel compassion, and continued to follow back to Dali Temple.

As the day passed, the servant invited him to dinner at night. Zheng Zhongyang hadn't had much rest in the past few days, so he pinched his temples and motioned him to sit down. The food in Dali Temple was quite light, maybe it was because he saw more blood every day. Green vegetables are usually served with white rice, Zhu Jue is a picky eater, so he didn't eat anything at the moment, so he put down his chopsticks.

Zheng Zhongyang didn't have anything to say to him, and went directly to the death row, with single eyelids hanging from the corners of his eyes, and asked people to bring the prisoners out coldly. Today, there was no torture, only two of the yamen guards were left, and the rest went back to rest. Zhu Jue dipped the pen into the ink and prepared properly.

"Today, the official still won't impose a sentence. He will just sit down and talk to you before going out."

Surprised, Zhu Jue lowered his eyes and continued to record.

The prisoner's spirit felt better, and his eyes lit up, and he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief when he heard him say that.

Zheng Zhongyang relaxed his posture, and waved his hand to let the yamen servant come over, "Come here and untie him, you should be full for the last meal."

The yamen servant came over and untied the iron chain for him. The prisoner was taken aback for a moment before he was supported to sit in front. There was a roast chicken and a jug of water wine on the table. Zhu Jue could smell the smell from a distance. , the atmosphere suddenly became oppressive, even though he knew that he would die sooner or later, but when this moment really came, people were still flustered and frightened, not as fearless as when they made a decision. The prisoner made a sound for the first time, it was a desolate laugh, Zhu Jue didn't understand what it meant, and Zheng Zhongyang looked at all kinds of criminals, it was just an explanation of his guilt for many years .

The prisoner may still be in pain, so he raised his arm and poured the jug of wine first, then raised his head and drank it all.

Zheng Zhongyang went out with Zhu Jue and stood at the door, listening to the clang of the iron gate gradually closing, the man's voice gradually became clear, "Master Zhu, tonight is destined to be a sleepless night."

It has only been hot for two days since the beginning of summer, and it was cloudy again. The temperature difference between day and night was huge. At this moment, Zhu Jue was standing on the air vent and suddenly felt cold in his heart. After a long time, he heard Zheng Zhongyang say, "Finally, the case is about to be closed..."

As soon as the words fell, a few black-clothed masked men suddenly fell from the wall over there. The snow-white blade was approaching Zheng Zhongyang. As the man in black attacked again, Zhu Jue felt a huge force behind him pulling him to the ground, and then it was pitch black.

He woke up again with a headache, his eyes were blindfolded and his head was turned to a bright place, and he heard the voice from there, "Are the two adults awake?"

The person next to Zhu Jue moved, and replied, "Your Highness is making such a big show, isn't it afraid that His Majesty will know?"

What?His Majesty?

While still dazed, Fu Ziyan slapped Zheng Zhongyang with a whip, facing him straight in the face. Zhu Jue was so close that he could even hear his gasp. It was only after removing the black cloth covering his eyes that he could clearly see the situation he was in now.

They were still in Dali Temple, and it was the hall where they were sitting and eating just now. A whip mark pierced through from below, and blood slowly seeped out, staining the man's pupils red.

"Master Zheng must not know, I have hated you for a long time, stubborn guy, now, why don't you submit to me, hahaha..."

Seeing a gleam of light in his eyes, Zhu Jue didn't dare to look again.

Zheng Zhongyang moved his fingers slightly, and saw the person standing in front of him flicking his whip, his face distorted, "Hehe, what a wonderful place this Dali Temple is, it's okay for you to make a mess of it, Master Zheng, after you die, I will Will definitely make this place great…”

After all, seeing Zhu Jue with his head half down, he paced and squatted down, raised his chin with the whip, and said, "My ninth younger brother is just as beautiful as you, really handsome, Zhu Jue , how did you think about what I told you last time?"

Suddenly, a surge of courage came out of nowhere, and with red eyes, he gritted his teeth and said, "It's not good, I was cowardly last time, it's something from my Yu Enbo's mansion, why do you want to snatch it?"

Heh, a guy who doesn't know good and bad, Fu Ziyan was still thinking about his usefulness, and now he sneered, "Well, anyway, I have used up enough of you, so I have to throw it away."

He waved his hand to signal his subordinates to come in, "It's all dealt with, don't show your feet."

Fu Ziyan went out, and Zhu Jue sighed on the back foot, turned to look at Zheng Zhongyang, "Master Zheng, in fact, I still have a lot of things I don't understand about your annotated case file, and I never dared to disturb you, I didn't realize it, I didn't have this chance .”

Zheng Zhongyang's eyes were turbulent, and he glanced at him indifferently, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

Death is imminent, still thinking about the case file annotation?

Zhu Jue wanted to say that he was already a person who lived a new life. He felt that he had stolen a lot of time. Anyway, he would die sooner or later. Where did the fear come from.

"Master Zheng is afraid to ask this sentence, it's okay, don't panic, I will accompany you."

Zheng Zhongyang frowned even tighter, his heart beat unconsciously, from the red mole in the center of the forehead of the person in front of him to his smooth chin. Crack, if he didn't know, he might really be moved.

Before the man could speak again, the door over there was suddenly pulled open from the outside. Zhu Jue turned his head and saw the bottom of the brocade robe with a little rose red, followed by the sound of the wheelchair rolling.

The author has something to say: Zheng Zhongyang covered his chest: Fuck, it’s the feeling of heartbeat...

Fu Renzhang calmly said: I will make you restless.