General Constitution of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 35 He can recognize it, but I can't!
Xiyuan Abode.

Looking at Zhang Zuo who was kneeling on the ground, Jiajing's face turned blue and purple.

"Meng Chong really said that?!"

"My lord, it is absolutely true."

"Even Fang's family wants to rebel?! Even if I raise a dog, I know that I am close to me!"

Jiajing never expected that this matter would be investigated after many investigations, and finally the Fang family was found.

Zhang Zuo knelt on the ground, not daring to make a sound.

This case is obviously beyond the edge of Zhang Zuoneng's beak.

When Jiajing roared in the jingshe.

Huang Jin also walked into the abode slowly and bowed his body: "My lord, the crown prince is here."

"What is the prince doing here?"

Jiajing didn't even lift his eyelids, and the copper chime beside him was beating loudly.

"Tell him, I know what he's going to say, I won't see you!"

Before Huang Jin could drive away Zhu Zaiyong, Zhu Zaiyong rushed into the Abode directly.

"Father, my son, please bring Marquis Anping to trial!"

"Arraign Marquis Anping?! Let the world see my Zhu family's jokes?!"

"But they are borrowing a knife to kill people. They have expected that the father will do this, so they will act like this!"

As soon as the words "killing with a borrowed knife" came out of his mouth, Jiajing was completely anxious.

"So what!"

In the 27th year of Jitong, Jiajing thought he defeated Yang Tinghe, punished Xia Yan, and completely controlled the temple of Ming Dynasty, becoming an existence comparable to Taizu and Chengzu.

But the existence of this case seems to be mocking Jiajing's half-life pride. Under the bottomless river of the Ming Dynasty, there is such a huge monster hidden.

If it was 30 years ago, Jiajing still had the heart to fight with them, but at this moment, Jiajing just wants to close his eyes.

Looking at the excited Jiajing, Huang Jin, Zhang Zuo, and Gao Zhong fell to their knees in unison, and said in unison: "The emperor calms down."

Only Zhu Zaiyi still stood there and looked at Jiajing with some disappointment.

"But, Meng Chong admitted."

"He admits it, but I can't admit it!"

"A peasant from the countryside 20 years ago, I made him a marquis, my country's uncle, he actually wanted to commit treason in the end! Where is Daming's face, where is Daming's integrity?"

"If it is passed on to the scholars, I will be a faint king!"

Zhu Zaiyu stared at Jiajing firmly.

"But there are people behind Uncle Anping."

"People in the world have to believe it too! They will only see that Empress Xiaolie has not yet fulfilled her filial piety, and I beheaded Marquis Anping!"

Jiajing sat down on the futon behind him as if all the energy in his body had been emptied.

"Zhang Zuo! Zhang Zuo!"

Zhang Zuo hurriedly crawled to Jiajing's side.

"My lord, take care of your immortal body, it's important."

Jiajing's figure trembled a little, but he didn't answer Zhang Zuo's words.

"To draft an edict, the Anping Marquis' Mansion is suffering from plague, smallpox, malaria, any disease will do, and the imperial hospital will grant an imperial doctor to diagnose the disease. I only want a decent one..."

"The minister leads the order, the minister leads the order!"

Everyone present knew the deep meaning of Jiajing's words.

Since the Marquis of Anping is like this, naturally he cannot stay.

With so many eyes, even if Fang Chengyu was put on trial, people all over the world would naturally link the assassination of the prince with Fang Chengyu.

Just when Zhang Zuo was about to go on an errand, Zhu Zaixun's voice sounded again.

"My son, I beg my father to think twice."

Zhang Zuo froze in place, glanced at Huang Jin and Gao Zhong in bewilderment, only to realize that they wanted to bury their heads in the ground.

The real dragon talks about killing, and the hidden dragon talks about trial.

No Zhang Zuo can afford to provoke him!

Exhausted, Jiajing pointed at Zhu Zaiyu and bowed his hands.

"Kneel if you want, I'm tired... Zhang Zuo, what are you doing in a daze!"

Jiajing's tone suddenly became sharp, Zhang Zuo shuddered, knelt down on the ground, kowtowed and said, "Here!"

Zhu Zaiyu didn't make a sound, but knelt silently on the spot.

When investigating a case, the greater the resistance encountered, the more it shows that the direction is right.

If he really killed Fang Chengyu, the initiative he had finally obtained would fall back into the opponent's hands.

Zhang Zuo, who turned to leave, glanced quietly at Zhu Zaixun.

Without saying anything, he left Xiyuan.

This is the family ugliness of the heavenly family.

Ordinary people know that family ugliness should not be publicized, let alone the Tian family.

After Zhang Zuo returned to Dongchang, even if he had a general idea, a group of fans from Dongchang broke into Anpinghou's mansion at night that night.

Acting is naturally a full set.

After taking control of the Marquis of Anping, Zhang Zuo directly ordered someone to report his illness to the cabinet and the Supervisor of Rites in the name of Fang Chengyu, saying that there was an epidemic in the mansion. Yan Song and others drafted a ticket and reported it to the Supervisor of Rites for dispatch In the diagnosis and treatment of the imperial physician, all operations are smooth and smooth, just like the real thing.

These are reported to all officials.

After the news came out, in the early morning of the next day, even the people in the nearby neighborhood had already walked around the Anping Hou Mansion.

Only Ning Jue knew that the old Taoist priest in the palace was going to do something!
At noon, the imperial physician Wang Huan was also ordered to go to the Marquis of Anping.

It's just that when Wang Huan arrived at the Marquis Mansion in Anping, he was stopped by a young man outside the Marquis Mansion.

"What is your honor?"

The young man bowed his head and said, "Junior Ning Jue."

Hearing Ning Jue's name, Wang Huan couldn't help being taken aback for a moment, and then acted like he suddenly realized.

"Ning Bingxian is famous like a thunder, and this old man admires him very much, but I don't know why Ning Bingxian stopped this old man?"

"The old man doesn't have to go to the Hou's mansion anymore."

Hearing this, Monk Zhang Er was even more puzzled by Wang Huan.

"Ning Bingxian, there is an epidemic in the Hou's mansion, how can it be cured, not to mention the nobles of the Hou, not to mention there are so many people around, if you don't deal with it in time, it will be too late to regret it!"

The old man was quite stubborn.

Ning Jue pointed helplessly at the Hou Mansion behind him, and said loudly, "Because of Marquis Anping, there is no illness at all! There is no sick man in the Hou Mansion either!"

Now not only Wang Huan, but also the people around him looked around curiously.

The Hou's Mansion was originally on the main road of the capital, and the people around them would at most not take the road on the side of the Hou's Mansion, and they still had to cross it after all.

"Ning Bingxian, the old man took the official documents of the Imperial Hospital, and the cabinet has drafted them, so there will be no false ones."

Ning Jue looked at Wang Huan and smiled.

"Mr., you have to think about it carefully. Once you enter this door, you will be involved in the big case of the Tian family!"

"The imperial hospital ordered you to come here, not to allow you to treat the Marquis of Anping."

Not to mention Wang Huan now, even the people passing by around came over.

On weekdays, when neighbors quarrel, they have to lie on the wall and listen for a long time.

This is the big melon of the Tian family.

Even if it's something big, you have to wait for Ning Jue to finish talking about it before doing it!

Wang Huan's brows gradually furrowed.

"I also ask Ning Bingxian to make it clear."

"Assassination of the country's main case!"

Everyone present, including Wang Huan, couldn't help gasping.

Wang Huan's voice changed a little.

"Thank you Ning Bingxian for the rescue, no, the old man is sick, the old man is sick..."

As soon as he said this, Wang Huan immediately covered his forehead skillfully and said to the little apprentice behind him: "Go back and write a memorial, the old man also fell ill this morning and couldn't even get out of bed. Please pay attention to it immediately. Don't cause a catastrophe!"

"Ah? Master, aren't we on the street?"

With a gloomy face, Wang Huan pulled the little apprentice up.

"What street! We didn't go out at all today! Let's go home!"

It's not that Wang Huan is so clever, it's mainly because he has been in the Imperial Hospital for a long time.

The imperial physicians who don't have long eyes are all dead.

Survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest belongs to yes.

(End of this chapter)