The official is deeply trapped in the Shura field

In the early autumn, Dali Temple is still busy every day. Zhu Jue's robes just made in spring are empty now, especially at the waist, which is very thin. He is turning the brush back and forth in his hand, and sees a person coming in from the door.

Zheng Zhongyang was often summoned by the Holy Majesty recently, and he didn't know what he was plotting. Seeing him, he raised his eyebrows first, and then walked in, "If you have nothing to do, go back to the house and rest."

Zhu Jue stood up, rolled up his sleeves, picked up a stack of booklets, and replied, "I'll wait for your lord to come back and explain the official duties."

"Well, okay, you come in."

As the man stepped into the inner room, Zheng Zhongyang went to the screen first, took off his court clothes, changed into black regular clothes, and came out. He was as cold as ever when reviewing the proofs, and listened to him one by one. He nodded and agreed, "Okay, let this go. "

Zhu Jue didn't know why, he didn't move for a while, the man sensed it, raised his head and asked him, "Is there anything else?"

"No."

He didn't know how to ask about the eldest prince, so he just answered like this.

Turning around to leave, the man behind him said, "Do you want to ask His Highness?"

Zhu Jue turned his head back instantly with hopeful eyes, it's not his fault that he was in a hurry, as soon as the first prince returned to the capital, the Holy Majesty forgave him, and the concubine and concubines also returned to the mansion, this seemed to be the original ostentation.

In fact, the Great Prince left the capital due to the accumulated anger of the Holy Majesty at that time, as long as the Holy Majesty thinks about it later, he will regret it, after all, Concubine Zhong Guifei was unscathed.When the eldest prince comes back this time, as long as he shows his father's kindness and filial piety in a steady manner, I believe the Holy Majesty will not touch him again, after all, he is a legitimate son.

Zheng Zhongyang knew he had guessed what he was thinking, and clasped his hands together to comfort him, "What happened last time will not happen, you can go home with peace of mind, I will ask Zhang Sheng to pick you up every day."

Naturally, he was talking about the attack at Dali Temple that night. Zhu Jue's face became inexplicably hot, his eyes dodged for a while, and he shook his head squarely, "No, Zhang Sheng is here to protect adults. What's the matter with me..."

"I can do as I say, no need to talk."

Zheng Zhongyang obviously didn't want to continue this topic with him, so he got up and went to the back hall.

Zhu Jue, who was left alone, stood there for a while, then stretched out his head to look at his back, and then went out to look for Zhang Sheng.

In the carriage back, he was thinking about Zheng Zhongyang, and he only realized after a long time of contact that he was very domineering. He hooked his chin and developed a little interest in him for no apparent reason.

I haven't seen Yang Zhen for a while, and Zhu Jue didn't dare to come to look for him. Naturally, he didn't know that there was another accident there.

Endehou found his wife after returning to the mansion, and said that the marriage with the Ning family was planned to be scheduled for the spring of next year. Prepare in advance, and don't panic and make mistakes. After all, it is a major event in their mansion. Er and Wanru had already arranged a marriage, so naturally they couldn't delay it, so they stretched out their hands and patted the woman who was waiting on the side, comforting her, "It's time to wait until you call me your mother, good boy."

Ning Wanru pursed her lips into a smile, her face was ashamed, she didn't answer in shyness, but nodded.

In the evening, Yang Zhen returned to the mansion, brought back some from his official duties during the day, had dinner in his courtyard, spread rice paper in front of the desk, and began to write. After a while, someone came in and picked out wicks for him, making the light brighter. After a while, someone came in to refill the ginseng tea, this time the footsteps were heavier, Yang Zhen raised his head, looked at the graceful woman next to him, panicked inexplicably, suppressed the discomfort in his heart, stood up and asked her, "How did you come?"

Ning Wanru was sensitive, and instantly felt that he was in a bad mood, too, since sister Yuzhi had just left, he, as an older brother, would naturally not be in a good mood, so she lowered her head in a gentle and virtuous manner, "Madam is asleep, I'll come and see you while I'm free. "

Yang Zhen clenched his palms behind him, hiding his emotions, "It's nothing, you can go back and rest early."

The woman hesitated for a moment, nodded obediently, turned and left.

In the darkness of night, the man's face struggled more and more, and gradually disappeared.

Zhu Jue returned home from Dali Temple every day, just like this thread at two o'clock, Chai Bo brought some autumn clothes over this day, and talked about the Mid-Autumn Palace Banquet, "I'm afraid it will be hard for you to meet His Highness, why don't you ask for leave?" have you gone?"

"Sooner or later, it will happen. Is it possible to ask for leave every time? Besides, he is a coward now, and he will not make things difficult for me in public."

Thinking so is also true, so he put his heart down and focused on ironing his official uniform. It was cold in the evening, and Chai Bo checked the weather, and it was time to prepare winter clothes.

After a rain, the withered and yellow leaves fell all over the ground. Before the master had moved around, the servants quickly cleaned it up. When the sky suddenly brightened, the women started to move around. Zhu Jue used a After washing his face with hot water, he drank a glass of white water, put on his official uniform and prepared to enter the palace.

Previously, the summer banquet was held outside. This time it was cold, so he naturally entered the inner hall. Zhu Jue entered the Changji Hall only at noon. Many officials had already come and greeted each other. He saw the people sitting in the front row. Yang Zhen.

"Did brother come early?"

Yang Zhen saw him from a distance, his eyes lit up for a moment and then darkened, he looked at his figure, and became concerned, "Why are you so thin?"

Indeed, when Zhu Jue was sleeping last night, he felt that the bed was cramped, and he adjusted it countless times before realizing that it was not the bed, but his bones that were cramped. The quilt came in and spread out, which made me feel comfortable.

"It's nothing, I haven't eaten much recently, and seeing my elder brother lose weight..."

Yang Zhen's face is still handsome, but now he has a mature charm, Zhu Jue can't say it, anyway, he feels that the elder brother seems to be more affluent.

"I've been busy changing jobs recently, so I didn't pay attention to my diet."

Transfer?

"Brother has been promoted?"

Yang Zhen lowered his eyes, then looked up at him again, "You'll know later."

He didn't say anything about the follow-up, Zhu Jue returned to his seat, feeling sore in his heart, he was afraid that Yang Zhen would hate him, so he didn't dare to go, but seeing him today, he was really unfamiliar, thinking about asking him to have a drink someday to apologize, He is always uneasy.

As Emperor Jingli led Concubine Kang with her big belly in, the banquet began, the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, but it was strange that many princes and concubines were present, except Concubine Zhong and Yuan Wang, and the officials exploded underneath The pot, could it be, fell out of favor?That's a wall that's been pushed down by everyone. Over the years, King Yuan was arrogant and ignorant, and Concubine Zhong Guifei murdered female relatives in the harem.

But not long after I was happy, the Holy Majesty announced two things, "Today is a happy day. First of all, I announced two happy events. One is the establishment of a crown prince. Every time the ministers mentioned it, I felt very upset and couldn't make a decision." , but just yesterday, I decided that the tenth child in Concubine Li Kang's stomach will be the prince bestowed by heaven."

The officials didn't have time to be surprised. The first thing they did was kneel down and kowtow, "Your Majesty is wise and mighty, long live long live long live."

"One more thing, the Nanman has repeatedly provoked our court, and I sent Marquis Ende to suppress the chaos and show our prestige."

All the officials shouted, "Show off our power, show off our power..."

Zhu Jue took the opportunity to look up at Yang Zhen's location, guessing that he would go with Endehou, the battlefield is dangerous, I don't know him, can you?

Yang Zhen also looked up at him, and pointed at him in the direction of the palace gate, Zhu Jue understood and nodded.

There was nothing to eat at the palace banquet, Zhu Jue didn't move a mouthful, just sitting and thinking about it, a servant came over from the other end with a food box, kneeling and said, "Your servant is from the Sixth Highness's residence, His Highness specially ordered the imperial chef to I made the soup, and ordered my servant to pour a bowl for my uncle."

"Well, let it go."

Zhu Jue still rolled up his sleeves and didn't like to move.

The servant was a little flustered, and then said, "His Royal Highness also ordered to take the bowl back for business, so, young uncle, just drink it?"

The prince is not a good guy, even though he scolded him so much, he still brought out the soup and drank it, it was delicious, light white jade pearl soup, wiped his lower lip, and handed it back to him.

He was forced to drink soup, but his body was indeed warm, and he sat still. He didn't get up until the banquet was over, and went to wait for Yang Zhen outside the palace gate. After a while, the carriage shook, and a man jumped up. When Yang Zhen came in, it seemed that the carriage was cramped. The man looked up at his pointed chin, and said, "Drink with me."

There is a light wine shop in Liuyewan Alley, the famous fruit wine in autumn, Yang Zhen has already cleared the place, and there are only the two of them in such a big place, Zhu Jue wanted to invite him at first, so he just went along.

"Didn't eat anything just now, let the proprietress make some soup first."

Zhu Jue nodded and asked him, "Brother, do you want to go together?"

Yang Zhen picked up the wine glass and put it on the long table, and said in a deep voice, "Father is getting old, I want to help."

This is as it should be, Zhu Jue's mind was in a mess, and he didn't know what to say next.

"Be careful in everything in the capital, and my few cronies are staying in the mansion to listen to your arrangements. This is a jade card, you put it away."

As the son of Marquis Ende, Yang Zhen has more than a few hundred cronies in his hands. How can he give this to him?

Zhu Jue looked at it and refused to accept it, "I can't take it, brother is dangerous on the battlefield, so I'll take it, I, I'm fine."

"These people were supposed to stay in the capital, so you don't have to worry about it, huh?"

The man's palm was large, and the small jade tablet he was holding was particularly delicate, and he handed it to the man, motioning him to pick it up.

But Zhu Jue refused to answer anything, "Brother, I can't accept it. It's from your Endehou Mansion. I can't use anything. Besides, you don't have to worry about me. My parents also left many cronies. real."

Who doesn't know that Yu Enbo is the most indifferent, how can he raise many cronies, Yang Zhen smiled at him, and slowly put it into his arms, "Okay, I knew you wouldn't accept it, come on, Let's have some soup."

He drank in small sips while looking up at him drinking. Unlike Zheng Zhongyang, Yang Zhen got drunk soon after drinking, and he lay down and talked drunk with him, "Ende, huh, whose kindness is so ironic."

Zhu Jue could see his sadness, and comforted him, "Brother will definitely be able to do it, really, we all admire you from the bottom of our hearts, because you are impeccable in both knowledge and work, and we all adore you. "

Hearing his praise, Yang Zhen suddenly sat up and put his arms around his shoulders, tapped his chin with his finger, and asked drunkenly, "This kid can really talk, I like it, come, have a drink."

With his hand in hand, Zhu Jue raised his head and drank a cup of the knife-burning white wine. The taste was mellow, and the spiciness burned all the way to his stomach. He coughed loudly, and hurriedly picked up the soup again and sipped it.

Yang Zhen didn't tease him anymore, and when he talked about other things, the fragmentary Zhu Jue didn't quite understand, he knew he was drunk, so he dared to say, "Brother, what happened to sister Yuzhi, I'm sorry I'm sorry..."

After saying these words, my eyes turned red. I picked up a glass of wine and drank it all by myself. Knowing that he was drunk and couldn't hear clearly, I said to myself, "I didn't expect her to be like this, I'm sorry..."

Thinking of that girl, Zhu Jue began to feel sad, drinking glass after glass of wine, and then, when he was drunk, he felt that someone tied something around his neck, and then carefully pressed it against his closed lips. Eye.

The author has something to say: Zhu Jue: Sorry.

Yang Zhen: It doesn't matter.