The official is deeply trapped in the Shura field

Chapter 45 Selfishness

The floor tiles of Dali Temple are all black agate color, and they turn to the man along the ground. Fu Renzhang is still in the twilight red brocade robe in the evening sunset, and his long hair is only held by a long hairpin, with a few strands floating In front of his forehead, he suddenly turned around and fixed his eyes on Zhu Jue, "Little Hongdou is always running around and has a good relationship. This king saved you again. How should I repay me? Huh?"

Looking out through the gap of the wheelchair, the courtyard of Dali Temple is full of Imperial Forest Army, densely packed in black, and there is a bright yellow figure outside, and the atmosphere is stagnant.

Fu Renzhang waved his hand to signal the boy to let them go, and was pushed out.

Emperor Jingli was already furious, and wished he could pull out a sword immediately and kill the bastard, without listening to his explanation, "Boss, do you really think that I don't know what you are doing behind the scenes? Are you serious?" I hope I die early so that I can give you the throne, right?"

Fu Ziyan realized that he had been fooled after he was impulsive. He shouldn't be conceited and think that he could kill the two of them without anyone noticing, and now he has no advantage.

"I don't dare, father, you trust me, it was their trap that lured me here..."

Before he finished speaking, Emperor Jingli turned around and went out, ignoring his explanation at all, and before leaving, he did not forget to tell his servants, "Lift the sedan chair more steadily, don't bump the chapter."

"Yes."

Zheng Zhongyang and Zhu Jue were the last to come out, and there was no one in the yard, only a few yamen servants surrounded them, and bowed to listen to the order of the minister, "Everyone take it back and go to the cashier to get the money, take a three- to five-day vacation and go home to rest. rest."

Everyone responded and raised their eyes to see the scar on his left face. After all, no one dared to say anything, and they all backed away.

Zhu Jue breathed a sigh of relief, smiled for the rest of his life, and told Zheng Zhongyang, "Actually, I was also scared just now. Look, my palms are full of sweat."

Zheng Zhongyang looked down at his white and tender palms in the dark night, and suddenly felt that this little white face was very cute.

Half of his face was still horribly bloodstained. Zheng Zhongyang felt the pain after he realized it. He waved his hand to ask for a doctor. He licked his molars and asked him, "Is there anything you don't understand? Let me tell you now."

what?

Zhu Jue quickly waved his hand, "No, I, that, dare not waste your time."

Zheng Zhongyang pursed his lips evilly, and squinted his eyes with single eyelids. Seeing that he was cramped, he didn't speak, but went to the back hall instead.

After a few steps, I arrived at the bedroom where Zhu Jue lived these days. When the doctor came over, Zheng Zhongyang sat in the armchair in the hall and turned his head to look at Zhu Jue who was standing by the door, "Bring the case files here, and close the case tonight. I have plenty of time. "

what?

Zhu Jue had just experienced the life-and-death kidnapping, and he was still in good spirits at the moment. Hei Tian hadn't seen his appearance clearly just now. Now that there was a candlelight after entering the door, he saw the injury on his left face clearly, and his heart sank. Sure enough, , the doctor over there cupped his hands and said, "My lord, the knife wound is very deep, I'm afraid it will leave a scar."

Zheng Zhongyang was always cold and calm, his expression didn't fluctuate in the slightest, he hummed, but raised his head and asked Zhu Jue, "Master Zhu, what do you think?"

Uh…

As if his tongue had been bitten, Zhu Jue anxiously explained, "I, I think it's fine, no, no, that's okay, also, no, Master Zheng is still handsome, handsome and extraordinary."

Zheng Zhongyang smiled unexpectedly. Even when he smiled, he had a sharp feeling like a knife. If the yamen servant saw him, he would know that the smile of their adults usually had a way to make the prisoner speak.

But Zhu Jue didn't know, after feeling cold all over his body, he quickly trotted a few steps into the wing room to pick up the case files. This Zheng Zhongyang was really scary, he was accurate in calculating people's minds, but he was adored, amazing, worthy of Dali Temple Siqing.

The wound was covered, and the two of them sat side by side in front of the desk. Zhu Jue brought out most of the files from the past. Zheng Zhongyang was familiar with them, and there was no big ups and downs when he said it. Like hide-and-seek, there are surprises hidden somewhere.

Zhu Jue became sleepy when he heard it, his eyelids were clenched, he stayed up all night these days, he slept less during the day, he suddenly relaxed, felt his whole body go limp, and looked at the file with his arms half propped up, and suddenly asked, "Is that really the relationship between you and Jiuqian?"

Subconsciously asked, "What's the relationship?"

Zhu Jue was in a tired state, but he spoke fluently, but his brain couldn't keep up.

Zheng Zhongyang considered his language, and said half-truth, "That's right, lover relationship?"

"Well, no, he was bullying me. Seeing that I am soft, when I finish handling the affairs of the capital, I will ask you to go out to be an official."

That bastard, I don't want a lover like that...

Zheng Zhongyang looked at his jade-like handsome side face, and slowly leaned against the back. He had been lonely for half his life, and now he finally saw a light, he was afraid that he would fall into it.

Touching the corner of his lower lip, he smiled happily, he was so scared, anyway, if he got it, it was his luck, if not, it was his fate.

"Okay, if you still don't understand, just come to me, I'll be waiting for you at any time, it's too late today, go to sleep."

Zhu Jue was still in a daze, upon hearing this, he stood up and sent him out the door, then turned back and lay down on the bed, falling asleep.

The morning court was the most lively on the second day, and three parties made petitions for the incident of the eldest prince assassinating the imperial concubine. Most of them were not involved in the two, and the one with the most was pleading for the eldest prince. After all, the prince is the foundation, and the concubine is just a foil Like the last time nine thousand years old killed a concubine, the Holy One just took it lightly, how could he convict him now?

The other faction believed that the Eldest Prince's virtue was deficient. If such a person succeeds to the throne, he would only seek profit and forget righteousness, which would be harmful to the imperial court.

Emperor Jingli sat firmly on the throne of the dragon chair, his face under the bead curtain was full of vicissitudes, the imperial concubine still did not see him last night, she stood until dawn, and then went back to the royal study and changed into a dragon robe to go to court, since he was young, he has admired She, who is almost late now, still feels very heartbroken just thinking of her, so she suddenly patted the armrest of the dragon chair, and the next group of officials did not dare to argue any more, and listened to the emperor's extremely calm order, "Draft the decree, Eldest Prince Being panicky and immoral, he was relegated to the imperial mausoleum to guard the tomb of his ancestors."

Everyone was shocked, this is, to be demoted?

They knelt down and begged for mercy, but saw Emperor Jingli standing up suddenly, waving his dragon robe and returning to the apse.

Zheng Zhongyang and Zhu Jue were waiting in the apse. Emperor Jingli was not in the mood to reward him. He glanced at Chu Qianzhou who came back with him, and ordered Zhu Jue, "Go to Dali Temple to make a case record."

Zhu Jue lifted his robe and knelt down to thank him.

Then Zheng Zhongyang was left alone in the hall and talked for a long time, while Chu Qianzhou outside stood on the steps and raised his eyebrows to look at him with a look of disdain, "Master Zhu is lucky, it is worth nine thousand years to mobilize people to save you."

The topic changed, "However, next time I won't be so lucky."

Zhu Jue just listened with his hands clasped behind his back, and never answered. This Chu or something has always been very hostile to him, and he has long since given up on being a life commentator for Lao Shizi. Going to Dali Temple is even more appealing to him, so why not.

Waiting for Zheng Zhongyang to come out, the two of them went down the steps together, Zheng Zhongyang stopped to look at him, and said coldly, "Master Zhu, go back to the mansion to rest for a few days, we don't need the case recorder for now."

Uh?

Zhu Jue obeyed rather than being respectful, and nodded.

Sighing while walking, this boss in the future is a bit fierce, I can't understand his temper at all, just thinking about it, a person suddenly catches up from behind, "Jinyu, long time no see?"

Hearing the sound and turning around, Fu Chen Gao Qiaoqiao stopped in front of him, his face was dazzling, his eyes were especially bright, for many days, he has been waiting for him to enter the palace, it can be regarded as seeing someone.

Wen Run said, "Jinyu, last time we made an appointment to go to the temple, are you free tomorrow?"

Zhu Jue thought for a while, and he was indeed free. He nodded and agreed, "The day after tomorrow, I'm very sleepy."

He only squinted for a while in the early morning, and then he was called into the palace. Isn't it good that he can live as he pleases under his protection?But this can't be said, Fu Chengao approached him, blocking the wind, and said softly and considerately, "Okay, I'll send you out of the palace."

The road to the palace gate is not far away, and it will arrive soon. Fu Chengao reluctantly stopped, looking at his shadow with attachment, "A lot of things have happened recently, Jinyu, if you have difficulties, just send someone to Find me."

Fu Chengao was shocked when he heard that he was in danger. There was both resentment towards the eldest brother and sorrow towards himself. He loved him to the bone, but he was powerless in the face of life and death. This was the last thing he wanted to face.

"Your Highness the Sixth Highness, you are being polite. I can handle it myself, so I will take my leave."

The dark purple robe fluttered out of the red-painted threshold, and the guards next to him saluted and closed the palace gate.

Across a palace wall, there was another person waiting for him. Before getting into the sedan chair, Zhu Jue saw Yang Zhen's carriage. He hurried over a few steps, opened the curtain and called him, "Where is Big Brother waiting for me?"

Yang Zhen's closed eyes suddenly opened, and the chill receded, he bent down to pull him up, and the carriage moved slowly.

"Brother, are you worried?"

Zhu Jue grabbed a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and ate it. Hearing Yang Zhen hum in a low voice, he asked him, "Aren't you hurt? Dali Temple is not a good place to meet, so don't take it lightly."

The aristocratic family has already spread the thrilling news of yesterday's incident. Although Yang Zhen has been communicating with him, he is still afraid. What if, if Nine Thousand Years doesn't go, everything will be ruined...

"It's okay, I'm sure of the calculations. Zheng Zhongyang and Kang Quanyou originally had old grievances. After Kang Quanyou's emphatic persuasion, the eldest prince will definitely not be able to sit still. He must show his head clearly. Dali Temple But a piece of fat meat, whoever is involved will die, plus the Ministry of Punishment, these officials still don’t obey him obediently, and kill anyone who dares to stab, the First Prince has this ambition.”

There is one more thing that he didn't say, that is, the First Prince is still thinking about the iron scroll of Yu Enbo's mansion, how can he let go of the good thing that has the best of both worlds?

Yang Zhen nodded, "But, I still think that the eldest prince doesn't need it. After the emperor ascends to Qianqiu, the throne will definitely be passed on to his son-in-law. Why should he take risks?"

Zhu Jue had already eaten three yuan. After wiping his hands with a white handkerchief, he continued to explain, "Brother doesn't have a bastard in his family. If the old marquis doesn't love you, but loves the bastard very much, what should you do?"

Everyone has selfishness, especially the saying that the royal family has no father and son, only monarchs and ministers.

The author has something to say: In the middle of the night, Zheng Zhongyang asked: Master Zhu doesn’t read the case file?

Zhu Jue refused: I'm going home to sleep, tired and paralyzed...