General Constitution of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 29
Xiyuan.

The six monks all knelt outside the monastery.

"I report to your father, the ministers and others have repeatedly checked, this person died of heart palpitations."

Jiajing's face in the Abode was gloomy and frightening.

The facts were already in front of him, not to mention whether Ning Jue's analysis was correct, but such a highly poisonous thing appeared in Qingning Palace, obviously someone was already preparing to assassinate Zhu Zaiyu.

"Call for Lu Bing, call for Gao Zhong!"

Jiajing's roar echoed in the pavilions of Xiyuan.

Huang Jin couldn't help but panicked and said repeatedly: "Here, here, the emperor don't hurt the immortal body, I'm going to call Dudu Lu to deal with Zhu Qian."

With a "crash", the autopsy report written by Wu was thrown out of Xiyuan by Jiajing.

After that, Jiajing walked out of Xiyuan on his own, and walked towards the outside of the hall.

"Where is Meng Chong detained now?"

Zhang Zuo hurriedly said: "My lord, Meng Chong is locked in Qingning Palace."

"Bring Meng Chong to me!"

"Here!"

Zhang Zuojiu was in the deep palace, how could he not know, as long as the gate of the palace is raised, there is no need to expect this matter to be hidden from outsiders.

Imprisoning such a criminal directly into the Imperial Prison is no different from directly stabbing him to death, and he never dared to send him outside the palace.

In less than a moment, Meng Chong was dragged into Xiyuan like a dead dog.

Jiajing looked at Meng Chong who was slumped on the ground, and his expression gradually turned cold.

"Tell me, who is your backstage?"

After confirming that the potted flower was poisonous, Meng Chong naturally knew that it was impossible for him to clean up the matter.

Meng Chong didn't even lift his head, he just slumped on the ground panting heavily.

"Report, report to the emperor, slaves... slaves have no backers."

"Who gave you that flower? And who asked you to bring it into the palace?!"

Jiajing's roar echoed in the monastery.

But Meng Chong still put on a bad face and said: "Servant, this servant just looks good, but His Highness thinks the palace is monotonous, so he makes his own claims..."

"You are not afraid of death, don't your nine clans also fear death?!"

Hearing Jiajing's words, Meng Chong, whose mouth was covered in blood, showed a sinister grin.

"My lord, my lord, I don't know if the slaves of the nine clans are afraid of death, but if they really care about the slaves, why did the slaves enter the palace!"

"Things that have no king and no father!"

At this time, Gao Zhong and a big man with red complexion also walked into the palace pavilion.

As soon as they saw Meng Chong paralyzed on the ground, the two of them guessed something.

"The minister, Lu Bing, pays his respects to His Majesty."

Jiajing pointed to Meng Chong who was paralyzed on the ground, his chest heaving violently.

"Pry open his mouth, I want to know who is behind him!"

Jiajing's tone trembled a little, and he didn't forget to remind Lu Bing who was kneeling in front of him.

"Don't let him die!"

"The minister leads the order."

After Meng Chong was handed over to Lu Bing's people, Jiajing's anger dissipated a little.

"This is a big matter. The crown prince and Zhang Zuo are working with you on this case. If you make any progress, please let me know."

"Here."

Lu Bing and Zhang Zuo were used to seeing big cases in the factory guard, so naturally there was no big disturbance.

Only Zhu Zaiyu faintly felt that something was wrong with this matter.

Because this matter is too big, and everything goes so smoothly, it is so smooth that it is abnormal.

..............................

At noon the next day, Ning Jue woke up leisurely.

I just handed over the memorandum yesterday, and the people behind the scenes wanted to send an assassin to assassinate me, so I'm afraid they wouldn't come and kill me at such an obvious juncture.

Otherwise, it is almost equivalent to confirming one's own playbook.

Originally, Ning Jue wanted to take this opportunity to take a good look around Daming's capital, but when Ning Jue walked out of the house, he realized that there were no entertainment activities in the capital at noon.

Now the streets and alleys are nothing more than a few porters sitting in the tea shed drinking tea, and the pedestrians on the street are also busy with their own jobs.

Even in dirty places like Lianziku Hutong and Chunshu Hutong, if Ning Jue wanted to criticize them, he would have to wait until night before they would be crowded.

After thinking at home for a long time, Ning Jue suddenly realized.

In broad daylight, the best way to entertain yourself is to go to work!
It just so happened that the vacation that Tu Qiao gave him was almost over, Ning Jue didn't hesitate, changed his official uniform and rushed directly to the Metropolitan Procuratorate.

In this era without the Internet, or even magazines and newspapers, the yamen of the Metropolitan Procuratorate is almost an existence against the sky.

The censor was originally a rumor.

The Metropolitan Procuratorate is naturally full of "rumors" from all over the country for the censors to play.

For Ning Jue, it's nothing but "rumours", it's just a field of melons!

Daming, after all, it is good to have Daming.

The clerks in the Metropolitan Procuratorate are all the clerks below.

Ning Jue's daily job is to listen to gossip and drink tea. If he really doesn't want to go to work, he will go out to patrol the city to investigate the sufferings of the people. If anyone is upset, he can directly scold him.

Let alone this meeting, even later generations will not be able to find such a good job.

"Such a good job, why do you have to choose that good man? If it were me, I would die at work!"

Ning Jue walked towards the Metropolitan Procuratorate while thinking about the reason why Tu Qiao was late.

Ning Jue has walked this road a few times, so he is familiar with it.

Stepping into the gate of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, Ning Jue lowered his head and said:
"Tu Zongxian, I'm going out in the morning. I heard that something happened in the city. I went to investigate and it was a bit late. I hope Tu Zongxian forgives the crime, but...Tu Zongxian?"

Ning Jue raised his head and looked at the empty lobby of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

It's almost afternoon, and the people from the Metropolitan Procuratorate haven't come to work yet? !
Ning Jue walked around the Metropolitan Procuratorate several times in disbelief before she firmly believed what she had seen.

Only two yamen servants were sleeping soundly in the ear room at the entrance of the yamen, snoring like a symphony.

"Wake up!"

Ning Jue stood at the gate of the yamen and shouted angrily.

The two yamen servants shuddered, and subconsciously touched the simple knife hanging on their waist.

"who?!"

After seeing who was coming, the two yamen servants relaxed their vigilance a little.

"Ning Bingxian, congratulations."

After the two cupped their hands to Ning Jue inexplicably, their eyelids soon drooped again.

"No, don't sleep, where is Master Tu?"

The yamen servant rubbed his eyes reluctantly.

"Ning Bingxian, this is the end of the hour, the adults will come here around the time of application."

"Time application?! It's all time application, what are they still doing here?"

"Dian Mao, you came early, you should draw the Mao first."

As he said that, the yamen servant directly took out the booklet that should have been on Tuqiao's official case, and handed the inkpad to Ning Jue.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Ning Jue couldn't help but have mixed feelings.

As for you scholar-bureaucrats, how dare you say that Jiajing will not go to court?

You deserve it too!

Pooh!
Ning Jue took out his official seal, dipped it in the ink pad and pressed it on the booklet.

"By the way, you just said congratulations, what are you congratulating?"

The yamen servant rubbed his eyes and yawned.

"Yesterday, you captured the bad guys around the prince on behalf of your father. Now everyone in the city knows that Bing Xian has made such a great contribution. I should congratulate you."

"Oh..." Ning Jue was about to go home, and then there was a sudden "click" from his body, and the copper seal in Ning Jue's hand fell to the ground.

Don't you old Taoist believe it? !
How could you catch someone backhanded!
You have arrested everyone, why are they still coming to kill me!
He said no to it, is he worthy of being so honest? !

And why did the whole city know about it!

Are you afraid that the people behind the scenes will not know that you have arrested someone?

Have you handled cases like this!
(End of this chapter)