The official is deeply trapped in the Shura field

The imperial doctor came out of the main hall in a cold sweat, raised his hand and patted his forehead, he was old and confused, it was normal for young people to play around, he went back to his room and took 120 pieces of his own room and some small things to help the fun, and sent them over, Fu Renzhang Seeing who didn't understand, I asked the imperial physician and made him blush before coming out. Really, really, the world is going down, he should go out and continue researching medicinal materials.

Fu Renzhang looked intently, holding a Burmese bell in his hand and dangling it from side to side, but he still didn't know where to find it. Hey, the page he was turning happened to be the skill with the tongue that Zhu Jue taught him. Could it be that he also has this kind of kung fu? Planting a book, tsk tsk tsk, the last time you said you don't like men, it's such a slap in the face.

After studying it for a long time, I managed to understand it, rubbed my neck, got up and asked the nanny to call some carpenters.

Zhu Jue was so burnt that he didn't know where he was. He drank the medicine when Chai Bo was given him medicine, and he ate very little. He felt fishy when he smelled meat, and he couldn't eat anything. Chai Bo was so anxious that he stared at Xiao The master's chin became thinner and sharper, and he tried every means to change the tricks for him, but when he came to him, he basically didn't move.

"This is freshly boiled quail soup, without the oil, how much would you like to drink?"

Putting the soup cup in front of him, Zhu Jue took a look, lost his appetite, and continued to memorize with the book in his hand, "Chai Bo, this year, I'll be a vegetarian."

what?

Chai Bo felt that his hands were trembling a little. Why is the little master so indifferent? Could it be that he is dedicated to Buddha?

"Grandpa, grandpa, grandpa, grandpa, isn't it?"

Zhu Jue gave a rare smile, and the room was full of fragrance. He put down his books and teased him, "Why is Uncle Chai stuttering? I didn't say anything."

Chai Bo shook his beard, his pupils widened, and he continued to stammer and ask, "You, didn't you, didn't you escape into a Buddhist door, and your eyes were empty?"

He can become a Buddha right away, the old housekeeper really can imagine.

"No, don't think about it. Being a vegetarian is good for your health. It doesn't matter. Get ready. I have to go to college tomorrow."

He had missed too much schoolwork, and wanted someone to send a message to Yang Zhen. He wanted to borrow a few handouts. He read until the third watch and drank the soup again. Then he lay down and went to bed, and inexplicably remembered Fu Renzhang. , I haven't seen him for several days, and I don't know what to do?

Thinking of the sixth prince's cloak again, how can I take this opportunity to return it?

Uh, sitting up abruptly, Zhu Jue patted his head, how could he forget about Jiang Fan?

Late at night, he was afraid of the cold, so he found a thick buckskin cape, lit a lantern and passed the Ninth Prince's mansion by himself.

The chief manager was not asleep yet, and was letting the little eunuch wash his feet, when he heard someone report suddenly, he kicked the little eunuch, wiped himself casually, and got up to meet him.

"Young uncle is here, do you want it?"

My master is already asleep, no matter how important it is, it will not happen tomorrow. To be honest, he is really lazy and doesn't want to move anymore.

Zhu Jue smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, I just remembered that Jiang Fan is still in the private prison with torture tools, I want to go and see now?"

The head manager smiled with eyes wide open, and took out the key from his waist, "Of course, let this little eunuch take you there. You have been tortured day and night these days, and I think you can tell a thing or two if you ask me." .”

Zhu Jue didn't have much contact with the chief executive in the past, but he knew that he was sincerely thinking about Fu Renzhang, so he didn't lose face, glanced at his half-wet socks from the corner of his eyes, said his goodbyes, and followed the little eunuch.

The past few days in the prison have become more humid due to the weather outside. As soon as he entered, he could smell the smell of dry skin and rotten flesh. After being tortured, Jiang Fan would be beaten to pieces almost every day, especially in a kind of lynching, where honey is sprinkled on people's wounds, and when they are waiting to be put back in the cell, many ants and mice will be attracted to them, gnawing and biting. Little by little, he pulled off his flesh.

Because I said in advance that my uncle was coming, the guards inside carried him to a clean room, and asked Zhu Jue to interrogate him personally. As soon as he saw his appearance, Zhu Jue almost vomited out. The young man I saw at first was a little different, and the one who couldn't recognize it got closer and took a closer look, and it was really true.

Jiang Fan was tormented by them and barely regained consciousness. He imagined countless times in his mind that the eldest prince would come to rescue him in person, so, entering the illusion, he grabbed Zhu Jue who had come over in a daze, and Zhu Jue just took a step back. Get out of the way and say nothing.

After a long time, I heard Jiang Fan's dilapidated and dilapidated voice, "Your Highness, have you come to save me?"

His Majesty?

Zhu Jue still didn't speak, but took two steps forward, let him grab his cloak, and listened to him continue to show his loyalty, "My lord, Your Highness, I, I will do as you say, Zhu Jue is a His ears are soft, and once I threatened him that the Holy One intended to cut the Marquis and lower him to the title, he panicked and took the iron scroll to meet the emperor in the palace. An hour later, I was arrested by the Ninth Prince when I came back, but I don't understand how he escaped, logically speaking, the Yuenbo Mansion should be finished, because I didn't complete the task you gave me."

Zhu Jue was still frowning, he had no enmity with the eldest prince recently, why did he have to put him to death?Could it be because of Fu Renzhang?

Raising his hand to signal to the guards that it's okay, Zhu Jue pulled out a piece of blood-stained cloak, and turned to leave.

Jiang Fan's body temperature was very high, but he held his breath to maintain his belief, the wound on his body was so painful that he was numb, and continued, "Your Highness, don't you want iron scrolls, how about I go I stole it, that day, I saw where Zhu Jue was placed."

Want iron rolls?do what?

He stared at him with stern eyes, wishing he could poke a hole out, but in the end he had to calm down and walk out with his eyebrows raised.

Go back in a cold body, put out the lantern, sit on the beauty couch in front of the window and hug the heater and think about the cause and effect. If it is said that his title will be cut, the young Zhu Jue will indeed be nervous and afraid. He has no elders to discuss. He will definitely believe his friend and report on the Ninth Prince, and then the Ninth Prince will deal with him. This will kill two birds with one stone, the Ninth Prince's bad reputation will spread, and he, Uncle Yuen, will also lose his title. what happened?

He remembered that his grandfather said that the iron scroll was a symbol of rewarding their princes and kings. He didn't say that there were other uses. Why did the First Prince want it?

Slightly tired, he lay on his back with his body propped up, and fell into a light sleep.

Early in the morning, just after the autumn rain, the golden leaves were covered with a layer of frost. Chai Bo got up early, prepared food and things for college, and picked out some quilted ones for Wen from the new winter clothes from the tailor shop. , went in with hot water, "Master, it's time to wake up."

"Uh, um."

He didn't sleep for a long time, he woke up when he heard the door knock, threw away the stove, stood up, washed his face, and asked Chai Bo, "Bring me the iron scroll."

Chai Bo paused, and asked him suspiciously, "Didn't the little uncle take it into the palace? Afterwards, he didn't give it to the old slave..."

what?

Zhu Jue was startled suddenly, it was too long ago, he couldn't remember what was going on, and asked again as if confirming, "Then, when I left the palace, did I take it out?"

Losing the iron scroll bestowed by the emperor is a big deal, Uncle Chai tried his best to recall that the young uncle brought the iron scroll into the palace that day, he was uneasy and waited at the gate until it was dark before he came back, with a tired look on his face, He didn't dare to ask what was going on, he just helped him into the house, and when he went out, there was no one there. He was so frightened that he couldn't get out of his wits, so he sent people to look for it, so, it seems, there was no iron scroll at that time. Box…

"I remember, you didn't have anything on you when you came back. Could it be, is it?"

Fallen in the palace?

After more than ten years, many things turned into phantoms, false and real. He remembered that when he entered the palace, the Holy Majesty made him kneel for two hours through a screen, and then he was invited out of the palace. As for the iron scroll, he has been holding it in his hand, but when he left the palace, it was inexplicably blurred, alas...

Sighing, "Chai Bo, you go back to the mansion today to look for it, search all the private warehouses, big and small, and my dormitory, look carefully."

"Okay, I'll go right away after the old slave sees you off."

The sky was still gloomy, Zhu Jue felt very irritable in his heart, and his head hurt badly. It seemed that when he bumped against the pillar that time, it hurt like a needle prick when he thought about something. He rubbed his temples and took a few sips Ginseng tea.

The carriage wobbled to the place, and when he walked up the steps, he saw Yang Zhen waiting for him at the top, and hurried over a few steps, "Did you see me?"

Yang Zhen nodded, seeing that his complexion was not good, his eyes were black and blue, and his thick eyebrows were tightly frowned, "Did you sleep well? Or are you sick?"

Zhu Jue stood in front of him, coughed twice, "It's okay, it's ready, let's go in."

Yang Zhen sighed imperceptibly. He had an indescribable feeling about Zhu Jue. He always wanted to care about him. Maybe, because he was too weak, he wanted to protect himself. Without thinking about it, the two entered the academy.

The first class was Spring and Autumn, and the teacher in Tsing Yi was talking on it. Zhu Jue was sleepy, and couldn't open his eyelids. He leaned on his arms in a daze and tried to support the sleepiness. When he found him dozing off, he gave a fake cough, but Zhu Jue didn't respond, and lowered his body even lower. Instead, Zhou Wu in front of him turned his head, and Yang Zhen gave him a look. With a hulking back and a hulking waist, he sat up straight so suddenly that he just blocked the petite Zhu Jue. In this way, Zhu Jue didn't listen to a word during the class, and fell asleep instead.

The second class was no good, it was a riding and archery class, Yang Zhen changed into a black bunt suit, and went to look for Zhu Jue with a riding whip. Zhu Jue was relatively slow, and couldn't buckle his girdle even after wearing it for a long time. Seeing him Quickly let go of his hand, and leaned two steps in his direction, "I don't have the strength to buckle it, please help me."

Yang Zhen looked around and saw that there was not a single servant serving him, so he stretched out his hands to fasten them in order, and said in his mouth, "You are a majestic Yu Enbo, and you don't even have a personal servant? "

Zhu Jue has been served by Uncle Chai since he was a child, and as he grows older, Uncle Chai has to take care of the affairs of the house, so he hardly takes any servants with him when he goes out. Moreover, he may have a poisonous personality and doesn't like to be approached by others.

"Uncle Yuen is just a famous person. Who doesn't know that my family has fallen, and if there is nothing, I will pretend to be a good person for others to see."

Zhu Jue paused, put on his boots, and looked up at him, "Besides, I don't like others to serve me, I can do it myself."

Many of the sons of the merchants who came brought several servants to wait on them. He was so good that he didn’t bring any of them. Yang Zhen looked at his reddened eyes, and he was obviously very delicate. It wasn’t because he was stubborn. Then the next time you can't fasten the girdle, come to me again."

The author has something to say: Fu Renzhang: Daughter-in-law, why didn't you find me?I'm doing well.

Zhu Jue: As for unbuttoning, I trust you.But when it comes to buttoning the buttons, I still trust Yang Jin.