big week bad guy

Chapter 50: Zheng Jie's Birthday
Judging from his resume, Chen Liangfu's official career has been smooth and smooth.

If Zhao Xun hadn't appeared, the name of the Chosen One would definitely fall on Chen Liangfu's head.

Looking at this point alone, Zhao Xun really couldn't find a reason why Chen Liangfu colluded with the witches and Gu masters of the Nanman Kingdom to bring disaster to the court.

On the contrary, the "remnants of the southern barbarians" Zheng Jie, the internal servant, is more in line with the villain's setting: the country is destroyed and the family is destroyed-castrated by the enemy-entering the palace with forbearance-cultivating power-full wings-killing the enemy-strong counterattack.

This process is very smooth, and it is very cool to go all the way. It is completely a cool routine, and it is also very reasonable.

But is it really so?

Zhao Xun always felt that everything was too reasonable.

Reasonable some make him suspicious.

"If you had to choose one person to investigate, who would you choose?"

Zhao Xun hesitated for a long time before asking this question.

"It should be Zheng Jie, after all, he is the most suspected."

Jia Xingwen said without hesitation.

"I agree."

Wangcai echoed from the side.

"Then let's start with Mr. Zheng."

Zhao Xun raised his head and drank a full glass of wine.

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Daming Palace, Ministry of Internal Affairs.

There are documents as high as a hill piled up on the official case of the government office.

A fair-faced, well-maintained eunuch in his fifties sat on a huanghuali chair with his eyes closed.

He is Zheng Jie, the servant supervisor of the Great Zhou Empire, the most powerful existence among the eunuchs.

As he grew older, Zheng Jie suffered from serious knee problems, and he preferred to sit on the chairs passed down from the barbarians rather than kneeling.

Today, when the emperor is negligent in politics, Zheng Jie has to read most of the memorials first, and then pick out the important ones and submit them to heaven for listening.

If it is said that the emperor trusts, it is estimated that no one in the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty can match Zheng Jie.

But with so many responsibilities on his shoulders, if Zheng Jie wasn't a practitioner, he might have been exhausted long ago.

Even so, Zheng Jie felt a little tired, more of a tired heart.

There are also a few silver strands mixed in a head of black hair.

Practitioners are also human beings, and practitioners are also flesh and blood.

Practice can delay aging, but it is impossible to prevent aging.

No one can escape life, old age, sickness and death, even the supreme and powerful cannot match time.

"Godfather, it's cold, let's add some clothes."

Lu Zhong put a sheepskin cloak on Zheng Jie, poured another cup of hot tea and served it to him.

Zheng Jie took a sip of the teacup, and immediately asked: "How is the investigation of the bad guy's case going? Your Majesty has been paying attention."

"It is said that Zhao Xun is leading the investigation."

Lu Zhong replied cautiously.

"Who did he check?"

"He checked all the houses in Chongrenfang that had bought potted plants, and finally found three houses."

"Which three?"

Hearing this, Lu Zhong fell to his knees with a plop, kowtowing like garlic.

"My son dare not tell."

Zheng Jie frowned.

"If you don't dare to say anything, I forgive you for your innocence."

"Yes…"

Lu Zhong gritted his teeth, as if he had a great psychological struggle, and then took a deep breath: "Left Chancellor Chen Liangfu, His Royal Highness King Qi, and... and you, godfather."

"Well, that's what it is."

Zheng Jie smiled wryly: "Our family should have thought of this earlier."

"The potted plants he checked should be white rattan potted plants, right? Our family has indeed bought some, so it makes sense for him to check our house."

Lu Zhong said bitterly: "This brat who doesn't know how to live or die, really thinks that His Majesty dotes on him, and he is the son of the Duke of Cheng, so that everyone can investigate? Godfather, as long as you say a word, my son will take someone to teach him a lesson. !"

"Bullshit!"

Zheng Jie scoffed at Lu Zhong's suggestion.

"The case of Wang Zhongyi was investigated by a bad person handpicked by His Majesty, and Zhao Xun was pointed out by Feng Hao. That is to say, Zhao Xun was ordered by the imperial decree. If you teach him at this time, isn't it a slap in the face of Your Majesty?"

"Damn son, damn son!"

Lu Zhong was so frightened that his face turned ashen, and he slapped himself hard.

"Let him check it out. If you are upright, you are not afraid of the shadow. Our family has nothing to fear."

Zheng Jie took another sip of tea, and changed the subject: "The Qin Tianjian asked people to keep an eye on it. Your Majesty seems to be worried about Yuan Tianshi."

"Son remembered."

Lu Zhong said quickly.

But the slap of the fan still didn't dare to stop.

"Okay, let's remember better in the future, and don't say what you shouldn't say."

Zheng Jie paused and said, "There is something wrong, no one can protect you."

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Of course Zhao Xun is not stupefied.

He knew that his relationship with Zheng Jie was not as close as that of Yonghe County Lord and Prince Qi's son.The two are at most nodding friends.So he definitely can't use the method of checking Qi Wangfu to check Zheng Jie.

To be precise, he needs to find an opportunity.

An opportunity for people to come to the door openly without picking any faults.

It turned out that this opportunity really let him find it.

August 27, Zheng Jie's birthday.

Feng Hao told Zhao Xun this information, and Zhao Xun found it very useful.

On Zheng Jie's birthday, many guests will definitely be entertained.

Going alone as Zhao Xun is definitely not qualified.

He has two choices, one is to accompany his father Zhao Yuan to celebrate Zheng Jie's birthday as the son of Duke Cheng.The second is to accompany the bad handsome Feng Hao to the door as a bad person.

Both are fine.

Zhao Xun thought carefully for a long time, and asked Feng Hao's opinion, and finally decided to go as the son of Duke Cheng.

Because going to celebrate a birthday as a bad person is not very pleasing on the one hand, and on the other hand it is too purposeful.

Today is a troubled time, and all the big men in the court know that Zhao Xun is ordered to thoroughly investigate Wang Zhongyi's case.

And Zhao Xu couldn't have gone without insinuating, right?

It's too ostentatious to be a bad person.

Now that Zhao Xun only suspects that Zheng Jie is behind the scenes, there is no reason to do it like this, which is too hurtful.

Zheng Jie is also a respectable person, he wants face.

As for Feng Hao, whether he goes personally is not a question that Zhao Xun needs to consider.

The bosses who have mixed up to this level, if they look up and see down, I believe they can handle it decently and not make people feel embarrassed.

Zhao Xun just needs to be himself.

The next step is to prepare a birthday gift.

The birthday gift should be appropriate, neither too extravagant nor too shabby.

Being too extravagant is easy to be criticized by the censor, and it may cause a show.

After all, the noble class is regarded as parasites of the empire, and they are the easiest to recruit black people, so it is better to be cautious.

It's disrespectful to be too shabby.

At any rate, the internal guard is also the internal phase, and together with the external phase, it is called the two phases.

Gifts to such people must have weight.

The most important thing is to do what you like.

Zheng Jie is also a human being, and as a human being, he has likes and dislikes.

Zhao Xun decided to consult Wangcai, a gift-giving expert, about this matter.

Little Fatty is not only talented in business, but also has an excellent ability to flatter.

There are some words that Zhao Xun can't say no matter what, but the little fat man can always say them without blushing.

There are specializations in the art industry, and it is more appropriate to leave professional matters to professional people.

Zhao Xun believed that the little fat man would not let him down.

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(End of this chapter)