Ming Dynasty: At the beginning, the house was ransacked and the ancestral temple was burned down.

Chapter 62: Working for the country, but useless for your own life!

Qianqing Palace.

"Shen Shixing is trying to rebel!"

Zhu Yijun's roar echoed through the hall, making Zheng Mengjing tremble.

Zhang Jing was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and did not dare to answer any questions. He wanted to melt into the cracks in the ground.

"Your Majesty, Shen Shixing is determined to protect the Zhang family. Concubine Yichen thinks, why not just let him go?" Zheng Mengjing said tentatively.

Zhu Yijun, who was roaring like thunder just a moment ago, did not agree directly after hearing this suggestion. He fell silent.

When Zheng Mengjing saw this, she knew that this man was getting entangled again. Sometimes she really wanted to open Zhu Yijun's brain and see why it was so twisted inside.

However, she didn't dare because this man was a superior emperor.

Although this aloof emperor would be opposed by his ministers no matter what he said or did.

"Are we really going to let Zhang Juzheng go like this..."

Zhu Yijun's voice lowered, as if he was asking Zheng Mengjing beside him, and more like he was asking himself.

Zheng Mengjing thought for a while and asked: "Actually, I am very strange. This house was searched well, but why did it suddenly become more and more chaotic? There are dead people and crazy people. Is there really something wrong with this house?" Are evil spirits causing trouble?"

Zhu Yijun did not answer Zheng Mengjing's question, but asked Zhang Jing: "Zhang Jing, is there any news from King Lu?"

"As for your Majesty, no." Zhang Jing, who was kneeling on the ground, replied hurriedly. He seemed to have remembered something again, and he continued carefully: "By the way, Your Majesty, our people in Jiangling just sent back the news that ……explain……"

This time Zhu Yijun was not in a hurry, but Zheng Mengjing asked anxiously: "What did you say?"

Zhang Jing was embarrassed. The reason why he didn't dare to say anything was because Zheng Mengjing was here. After all, what he wanted to say related to the royal family and Dongchang. These matters were not something that Zheng Mengjing, the concubine, could interfere with.

"My beloved concubine, please go back first. I will visit you when I have time." Zhu Yijun gave the eviction order very naturally.

Zheng Mengjing knew that Zhu Yijun was chasing people away, and suddenly she felt a little unhappy, and her movements during the farewell ceremony also made her feel a little more angry.

Zhu Yijun discovered this detail, a flash of disappointment flashed across the corner of his eyes, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After Zheng Mengjing left, Zhang Jingcai said: "Your Majesty, there is news from Jiangling that His Royal Highness Prince Lu has been infected with the cold and has ignored the search of the Zhang family."

"Ha... Fenghan? I'm afraid he's pretending to be sick!" Zhu Yijun sneered: "What a good brother I am. I thought he was going to do things for me, but I didn't expect that he was going to do things for my mother!"

Zhang Jing didn’t dare to answer this question at all, so he had to carefully change the subject and said: “Your Majesty, the death of Inspector Ren and the madness of Minister Qiu are all closely related to Zhang Jingxiu’s son Zhang Chonghui. In addition, the Zhang family ancestral hall was on fire. It’s also related to the little baby, I’m thinking, why not send him back to the capital first, and then slowly find out the person behind him?”

Logically speaking, normal people would think Zhang Jing's idea is too much trouble. After all, he is just a six-year-old child. What words can he come up with? Not to mention that it would take a lot of trouble to send the prisoner back to the capital.

However, it was such a costly thought that made Zhu Yijun fall into deep thought.

"Zhang Jing, do you think a six-year-old child can lie?" Zhu Yijun suddenly asked.

Zhang Jing thought to himself that you were talking nonsense, so he could only reply respectfully: "To tell you the truth, of course children can lie. They are very good at lying. They can make up things that have never happened, and even make them up." Pretty decent."

"That's it..." Zhu Yijun said lightly.

Zhu Yijun had forgotten whether he had lied when he was six years old. He only remembered that when he was six years old, he was named the crown prince by his father, Emperor Longqing Zhu Zaijing.

A six-year-old child still doesn't know what it means to be a crown prince. At the age of six, Zhu Yijun only knew that since he became a prince, he had to read more books than before.

His father, Emperor Longqing Zhu Zaijing, also arranged for several gentlemen from the Hanlin Academy to teach him. However, a six-year-old child is at the age when he is naughty and active. In order not to be punished by his biological mother, Queen Mother Li, Zhu Yijun had no choice but to listen to a group of Hanlin bachelors giving him lectures and listen to some big principles that they could not understand at all.

Obviously you won't learn much if you study hard. Zhu Yijun's learning results can be said to be: as good as learning.

Zhu Yijun's biological mother was very worried about her son's learning situation. Seeing that her son could not learn anything, she firmly believed that her son was so smart and his failure to learn must be because of something wrong with the teachers.

So she asked Emperor Longqing to change a group of teachers to teach her.

Zhu Yijun always felt that his father, Zhu Zaijing, actually loved him, as if his father had really replaced him with a new group of gentlemen!
  Moreover, these gentlemen were no longer just bachelors of the Hanlin Academy, but his father's own teachers, cabinet bachelors who were knowledgeable and held high official positions.

Zhu Yijun was very touched. When he thought that his father had given up his teacher to him, he felt that his father must love him very much.

Although he rarely saw his father's face.

Perhaps it was a psychological effect. At the age of six, Zhu Yijun always felt that his father's teachers were better than those previous Hanlin bachelors. They were all talented and spoke nicely.

Especially the Mr. Zhang, who not only speaks nicely, but also looks good, and his beard is very long, reaching to his belly.

Once, Zhu Yijun secretly touched Mr. Zhang's beard when he wasn't paying attention, but he was discovered unexpectedly.

"Your Highness, what are you doing?"

"There was something dirty on it just now. I helped you take it off."

"Really? Children can't lie."

"I'm not lying, there really is something, it's a small piece of steamed bun crumbs! No, it's two pieces! One is here, the other is here!"

"..."

Later, Zhu Yijun found out that Mr. Zhang was from the south and his family did not eat steamed buns.

……

"Yes, even children can lie..." Zhu Yijun murmured in a low voice.

Zhang Jing didn't hear Zhu Yijun's words clearly. Seeing His Majesty the Emperor's smile and cold expression, he didn't know whether he should ask again.

Just when Zhang Jing was struggling, Zhu Yijun took the initiative to speak.

"Take Shen Shixing's memorial to criticize him. Besides, Zhang Cheng and the others can come back."

Zhu Yijun's helpless tone was mixed with deep reluctance and a hint of difficulty in expressing.

……

June 16th.

After nearly two months, the imperial court finally issued the final edict regarding the raid on the Zhang family.

At the same time, the content of this decree also reached another capital of the Ming Dynasty, Yingtian Mansion.

Hai Rui, who was the censor of Youdu of Yingtian Prefecture at that time, was already seventy years old this year. When he saw the content of this decree, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Zhang Taiyue, Zhang Taiyue, he is good at working for the country, but he is poor at finding a career..."

(End of this chapter)