General Constitution of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 73
The sound of firecrackers is heard, and the Tianjie is full of Gongqing, so it is very lively.

Ning Jue looked at the crowd of chariots and horses, and couldn't help but be overjoyed.

It's finally here!

I'm going home!

Just when Ning Jue was about to walk out of the house, he saw two people in official uniforms walking towards him among a pile of children setting off fireworks in the distance.

"Zhang came to pay New Year's greetings to Brother Ning."

Ning Jue also returned the gift.

"Old Hero Zhou, Happy New Year Uncle."

Both of them are worthy of Ning Jue's admiration.

Ning Jue did not hesitate to say some auspicious words.

It's just that before the words were half spoken, Ning Jue noticed something was wrong.

How did Zhang Juzheng's Jinshi towel become a fifth-rank civil official robe!
"Uncle, is this an official appointment?"

Only then did Zhang Juzheng smile and said: "Thanks to God's grace, Zhang was transferred to the Eastern Palace a few days ago, but he was in a hurry a few years ago, and he didn't tell Brother Ning about it."

Looking at the smile on Zhang Juzheng's face and the dazzling blue robe, he suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"The uncle didn't say anything to the prince, did he?"

At this time, many officials in the streets and alleys were rushing to the palace.

After all, for the vast majority of Beijing officials, this is a rare opportunity for them to meet the emperor once a year.

Ning Jue looked at Zhang Juzheng carefully.

Zhang Juzheng smiled but did not answer.

"Brother Ning, just enter the court later, let's not waste the time."

Looking at Zhang Juzheng's appearance, Ning Jue's heart suddenly "thumped".

Without waiting for Ning Jue to continue to ask, Zhang Juzheng directly dragged Ning Jue to the palace.

Tao Shixian on the carriage in the distance stared nervously at the three people outside.

"When did Uncle Zhang get involved with Ning Jue?"

The entourage who was in the carriage with Tao Shixian asked nervously: "Master, this old man Zhou Shangwen is a variable after all, can't we wait?"

Zhou Shangwen spent half his life in the army, and he practiced killing people all his life.

The killer with bare hands is sure, but if Zhou Shangwen can touch the knife, it is not necessarily so.

Tao Shixian's complexion darkened, and he secretly turned his heart.

"Still waiting? Something big will happen if you wait any longer!"

Since the new year, Zhang Juzheng almost lived in the East Palace directly.

But Tao Shixian was unwilling to act at such a juncture whenever there was another opportunity.

"The old man has a high rank, so he must go to the court first. After the old man enters the court, he will do it first. He will be his Uncle Zhang first. If this Ning is not good-looking, he will be removed."

After saying this, Tao Shixian's expression became more and more sinister.

"Isn't it just discussing the Hetao? I want to see how to get two dead people to discuss the Hetao!"

When they reached the gate of the palace, all the officials got off their horses and chariots.

Only then did Ning Jue find the kung fu and looked at Zhang Juzheng crying and asked, "Uncle, just tell me, I'm mentally prepared."

Zhou Shangwen glanced at Zhang Juzheng suspiciously.

"Huh? Did you make up your own mind that day? It's over, I won't chat with you kids anymore, we have to enter the palace."

Zhou Shangwen's words undoubtedly responded to Ning Jue from the side.

Ning Jue almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, and slapped Zhang Juzheng on the shoulder.

"Uncle!"

Zhang Juzheng stared at Ning Jue with a pair of innocent eyes and said with a silly smile, "Brother Ning, please tell me."

Ning Jue forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and looked at Zhang Juzheng.

"Let me know when you get promoted next time."

"Brother Ning was joking. The Crown Prince also knows Brother Ning's name. It won't take long for Zhang Mou to enter the East Palace to be on duty with Zhang Mou."

The East Palace Attendant School is undoubtedly a more promising place than the Hanlin Academy.

Ning Jue sucked her back molars and squeezed out two words from between her teeth.

"Awesome."

"Brother Ning, this is...?"

"Eating too much sugar will cause a toothache."

Just when Ning Jue was in pain.

Suddenly, he smelled a soaring smell of alcohol.

"Uncle, have you been drinking?"

"No ah."

Zhang Juzheng raised his head in doubt.

In the distance, a strong man with a drunken face stared at him and shouted loudly.

"Dog officer! You made my whole family unable to survive, so I will fight with you!"

This scolding scared many officials around and retreated to the side almost instinctively, but Ning Jue and the two were exposed.

Zhang Juzheng froze in place without knowing it.

Ning Jue's eyes lit up.

This is... an opportunity? !

"Uncle, be careful!"

Ning Jue only felt a cold light flash in front of his eyes.

Well, it doesn't hurt much.

Or it doesn't hurt at all.

Just like being punched.

Blood stained Ning Jue's official robe red, and a strong smell of blood diffused in Tianjie.

Almost at the same time, a gust of wind came from the north, passed through various archways and palace walls, and made a sound like a dragon chant.

The gust of wind whizzed by, forcing all the guards standing at the palace gate to open their eyes only if they looked in Ning Jue's direction.

And the drunk man was in the downwind, and was blinded by the strong wind.

Ning Jue also realized that something was wrong.

Not buddy, you go on!

How could he be killed with a knife!

Do you have a little misunderstanding about the vitality of the erect ape?

Before Ning Jue could open his mouth to provoke the strong man, there was a shout from behind.

"Shizier dare!"

Zhou Shangwen's entourage left outside the palace rushed to Ning Jue first.

It directly separated the strong man from Ning Jue.

Being forced by the entourage, the brawny man couldn't hide his kung fu completely.

It was only after parrying a few times that the strong man was shocked to find that his kung fu was like playing tricks in front of this little follower.

After a few moves by myself, the entourage didn't dodge at all, and all their hands and feet came straight to his own life like reckless.

Hearing the movement outside the palace gate, Zhou Shangwen, who had just left, also hurried back.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Zhou Shangwen immediately yelled at the attendant: "Crazy horse, if you let this thief run away today, you boy will go home and pick up the child tomorrow!"

Zhang Juzheng hugged Ning Jue and fell to the ground.

"Emperor doctor, where are the people in the imperial hospital!?"

Originally, Ning Jue's legs were a little weak, but when Zhang Juzheng yelled, he regained his spirit immediately.

Don't be too medical.

Are these imperial physicians afraid to treat the emperor or treat me? !
"Uncle, there is no need for an imperial physician!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ning Jue insisted on getting up from the ground again, and took out a blood-stained memorial from his bosom.

Ning Jue's words had lost the slightest bit of energy, but he still held the memorial and walked towards the palace firmly.

Zhang Juzheng still wailed on the spot with a crying voice:

"Brother Ning, brother Ning Zhang can't stand you, the imperial doctor will be here soon."

The movement outside the palace soon spread into the palace.

Soon Gao Zhong and Zhu Xizhong rushed out of the palace with a team of Tiqi each.

As soon as he saw Zhu Xizhong, Zhou Shangwen couldn't help cursing: "Zhu Xizhong, you son of a bitch, that's how you fucking guard the door for His Majesty!"

Someone in the crowd in the distance yelled.

"Doctor Li is here!"

Ning Jue, who was about to lie down, exhausted all his strength to push away Zhang Juzheng who was standing in front of him.

"Leave me alone, save Hetao first... save Hetao first!"

After Ning Jue staggered two steps forward, he collapsed to the ground and could only try his best to crawl away from "Mr. Li".

Ning Jue cried out sadly until he felt that Li Taiyi had arrived beside him.

"What good is it for you to save me alone in my family and country!"

Amidst Ning Jue's shouts, the story of Jiajing's 28 years began with the blood splashing on Chengtianmen.

(End of this chapter)