The official is deeply trapped in the Shura field

Winter is getting colder and colder. As the Spring Festival is approaching, Dali Temple has no official duties. Zhu Jue usually stays in the mansion. After the incident with the eldest prince last time, he feels that he can finally sleep well. On Laba Day, go early in the morning. The ancestral hall worshiped the ancestors, and then took the iron scroll back to the study to study. There was no other fresh place except the parchment. Anyway, he was going to ask Zheng Zhongyang for a transfer. There was a shortage of paperwork in the yamen everywhere. Thinking like this, let Chai Bo prepare a gift and go to Mr. Zheng's house.

Zheng Zhongyang was still busy when he returned home, he was listening to his servants report on this year's harvest, when he looked up and saw him coming in, he waved his hand to signal them to go out, and asked Zhu Jue to sit down.

"Is something wrong?"

Zhu Jue got along with him for a long time, and his behavior was quite casual. He lifted his robe and sat down, refilling his teacup, "I want to be transferred next year, sir, can you help me with the calculation?"

Transfer?

Zheng Zhongyang smiled lightly, and answered irrelevantly, "Why, you're too busy in the capital, are you tired?"

"No, I just want to go out for a walk."

She raised her eyebrows and nodded in agreement, "Well, that's fine, where do you want to go, I'll hand you the passbook when the spring begins."

"Jiangsu and Zhejiang, it doesn't feel like the weather is as cold as in Beijing."

Zheng Zhongyang nodded and agreed, "Okay, I'll expedite your endorsement at that time, and you will be able to take office after the Spring Festival."

Zhu Jue didn't expect it to go so smoothly, so he smiled, stuck out his tongue and licked a piece of soaked tea, chewed and ate.

The yamen servant from this room suddenly opened the door and came in, with the cold wind blowing at Zhu Jue's face, "My lord, the prisoner who was just transferred to the Ministry of Punishment has died, Mr. Kang, please go over."

Zheng Zhongyang paused while drinking tea, with a solemn expression, "How did you die?"

"The Ministry of Punishment has blocked the news, so we don't know it yet."

Kang Quanyou that old fox sells some soup, Zheng Zhongyang got up and asked someone to prepare a sedan chair.

Zhu Jue sat and thought for a while, fearing that something might happen to Mr. Zheng, he would have someone chase him in a carriage.

Kang Quanyou was still handling the case at the Ministry of Criminal Justice at this time. I have to say that Zheng Zhongyang was impressed by him, but he had a very deep city, so he had to guard against it.

"Master Zheng came by coincidence. Why did this prisoner bite his tongue and kill himself when he first came in? You have to hand over all the papers from the previous trial."

Kang Quan Yoo was sitting in an armchair in the hall, looking at the man who came in and said.

"The case file has already been handed over to the cabinet, and I'm afraid it won't be able to go to the Ministry of Punishment again."

oh?But what a coincidence...

Zheng Zhongyang was standing in the hall, just about to speak, when a government servant came in behind, followed by Zhu Jue who hurriedly chased after him.

"Why are you two still separated?"

Zheng Zhongyang also sank when he saw him, the man's shadow was reflected in his pupils, and the two looked at each other without speaking.

Kang Quan Yoo felt that he was bored, touched his nose, stood up and approached the two, with a flattering look on his face, "You two adults can't come to my place, and prepared a light meal on the table, let's sit down and talk about this prisoner thing."

The two of them couldn't refuse such a good attitude, so they went to see what Hongmen banquet was prepared.

In the back hall, the room was surprisingly warm. After sitting for a while, Zhu Jue felt hot and took off his cloak. Kang Quan Yoo handed him a glass of wine, "Lord Zhu, I respect you."

The hand that was handed over was suddenly stopped by the man next to him, Zheng Zhongyang snatched it and drank it in one gulp, "Master Zhu is too strong to drink, I will replace him."

Zhu Jue rolled his eyes, and hurriedly nodded in agreement, "Yes, I'm allergic to alcohol, you drink."

He reached out to pick up the teapot beside him and filled it up for himself.

Kang Quan Yoo still smiled sincerely, "Hahaha, okay, then Master Zhu, please go, Master Zheng and I will not go home until we are drunk."

Zheng Zhongyang didn't say anything, and when he lowered his eyes, he happened to meet Zhu Jue looking at him. It was obvious that he was watching the fun, what a silly boy, how could Kang Kwon Yoo have so much free time to play with the two of us...

Sure enough, after drinking for three rounds, Kang Quanyou fell to the ground and burst into tears. The general meaning was that he was sorry for the eldest prince's mother, the deceased former queen, who talked about many old court affairs. Konggui, she had no choice but to let her younger sister enter the palace to accompany her. She only had the only son left in her heart. The eldest prince has been humble and studious since he was a child. Breaking all the court rules, the Holy Majesty favored only one person, not even going to her place on the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, and occasionally meeting Emperor Jingli, he would dote on the noble concubine in public. die.

Before his sister died, he asked him to ask for help. Kang Quanyou drank a lot, and his eyes were red from crying. These words were in order. Zheng Zhongyang was vigilant in his heart, and he met Zhu Jue's eyes, but the man was moved when he heard it. The eye sockets also became moist, what a fool.

After drinking a few more bottles like this, Kang Quanyou passed out so drunk that he was helped back home. Zheng Zhongyang was fine, so he came out wrapped in a cloak and was blown by the cold wind. You, go back by yourself."

He turned around and got into the carriage, closed his eyes and ordered people to set off.

Halfway through the journey, the man in the carriage suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils were filled with deep black, and the servant outside turned his head and reported, "My lord, there is an assassin..."

Just say what Kang Quanyou was waiting for, it turned out to be this, and commanded in a deep voice, "Kill them all."

"Yes, my lord, but, let's take care of Master Zhu behind?"

It happened that Zhu Jue got out of the car and heard him ask this question halfway. As soon as the voice fell, the curtain was lifted, revealing the man's long and narrow eyes. In the middle of the night, he was even more majestic, "Didn't I let you go back?"

The front was still fighting, but the two of them were chatting behind, Zhu Jue was choked up by his question, and muttered, "I'm going this way too..."

The ultimate target of the black-clothed assassin was the person in the carriage. With a sharp attack from the sword, Zheng Zhongyang pulled out the soft sword at his waist, grabbed Zhu Jue to protect him, and turned his wrist to strike directly. After a few rounds, it was obvious that the man in black was struggling. Zhu Jue was escorted into the carriage by him. As soon as he entered, he heard Zheng Zhongyang groaned and opened a corner of the curtain to peek. There were many government servants on their side. Looking at the situation, It will be over soon. He was also in a state of agitation when he was sitting, and kept secretly peeking at Zheng Zhongyang to see if he was injured, but he never knew that his swordsmanship was so superb that he would pick the black one after flipping back and forth. The chest of the man in clothes, the black hair fluttering along with it, it's rare to think that this man is very handsome...

After a while, Zheng Zhongyang withdrew his sword, "There is no need to chase them, just let them run away."

Arranging for the yamen servants to search one by one, he got into the carriage.

"Is your lord injured anywhere?"

In the darkness of night, Zhu Jue couldn't see if there was any blood on his body, so he approached him and asked.

Zheng Zhongyang returned to his head after being drunk, and for a moment he couldn't see his position clearly. The two of them happened to fall on the same side, and when they got closer, they smelled the smell of blood. Zhu Jue turned back nervously and pulled at his lapel, "Are you injured? Can you still move?"

After a while, the man below answered him with a heavy voice, "I can't move, you just sat on my wound..."

What?It bounced up with a swish, and it was so violent that it almost hit the roof of the carriage. He patted his head and squatted down to look up at him, wrapping his hands around the man's waist, "Uh, I'll help you..."

The carriage traveled quickly, and returned to Zheng Zhongyang's mansion without much bumps.

It was not easy to invite a doctor in the middle of the night, so the yamen servant went straight back to Dali Temple and pulled the doctor who handled the dead body over. The first person I saw when I entered the door was Master Zhu, and I greeted him as usual, "Master Zhu hasn't slept yet, sleeping so late is not good for your health..."

"Don't talk nonsense, I am the one who needs to be treated, what are you talking about with him?"

Zheng Zhongyang didn't show mercy, and took off half of his shirt, "I was slashed here, and I also had injuries on the inside of my arm."

The doctor nodded and yawned, "I don't know how to prescribe medicine, so I'll sew a bandage for you first."

"Okay, why don't you leave? Didn't you hear what he said just now?"

Zhu Jue didn't know why, Zheng Zhongyang pushed him several times, but still stood on one side without moving, "Let me see how your injury is..."

"If you can't die, what happened suddenly today, let Zhang Sheng send you back."

After the adults said so, Zhu Jue didn't refuse, and glanced at the wound on his chest seriously, then turned and went out.

He went out with his front foot, and Zheng Zhongyang lifted off the rest of his robe with his back foot, revealing a deep scar on his waist, which was still covered with flesh and blood. The doctor on one side was in great pain seeing it, so he hurriedly took the silver needle in his hand to burn it with a candle Liao Liao, sprinkled with five stone powder, and quickly sewed it up.

Over there, Zhu Jue went back to the mansion, and when he went in, he found that Chai Bo was still waiting for him, "Master is back, are you hungry? The soup is still warm."

"No, I've eaten tonight, Chai Bo, go to bed quickly."

Chai Bo smiled honestly, "The old slave is fine, as he grows older, he feels less sleep."

Zhu Jue had just experienced the assassination, and he was still nervous, so he asked Chai Bo to sit down and start chatting, "Chai Bo, tell me, if you want to find a partner for the rest of your life, what should be the best one? "

"Well, this old slave has never married in his life. When he was young, he also yearned for it, but getting along with a girl is very complicated. Probably, find someone who is comfortable with him, at least for the rest of his life."

Comfortable?

Thinking about his words, Zhu Jue fell asleep. The next day the weather was even colder, but he was thinking about Zheng Zhongyang, so he ate something in the morning and went straight to his mansion. As soon as he entered, he smelled a smell of medicine. Sitting in front of the desk and reading the file, I heard a strange voice, "Why are you here so early?"

"Well, come to visit the doctor."

Zheng Zhongyang was a little funny about his behavior, pursed his lips slightly, and asked jokingly, "Master Zhu is like this, it's easy for me to get sidetracked. Could it be that you like me too?"

Zhu Jue was stunned, his face flushed, his fingers trembled subconsciously, and he denied it in a panic, "No, no, didn't this save me last night? I learned that I will repay you, right?"

The man's knowing eyes slid down his cheeks all the way to his chin, he hummed meaningfully, and didn't speak any more.

The more it was like this, the more he couldn't bear it. In the quiet air, Zhu Jue looked around but didn't look at him. Zheng Zhongyang was the most calm. It was not until night that Zhu Jue returned to his mansion in despair.

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