In the palatial hall, no matter how high or low their status is, everyone is looking at Zhang Yuan under the hall with different eyes.

or amazement, or contempt, or fear, or disgust......

The next people are just thinking, but a fire-burning girl was lucky to be drunk by the old man, and the child who was born after hitting the luck of the big luck, compared with us, how noble can it be?

Madame Sima's heart was swirling with countless thoughts, although she knew that it was impossible for Zhang Yuan to compete with her two sons for the political inheritance of the Zhang family, but such a lowly background was unexpectedly born and grew up under her nose, which made her extremely disgusted and angry, and she wanted to erase the existence of the other party immediately!

Is there any way to deal with this scourge without any consequences?

Zhang Wenshan looked at his third son with a cautious gaze, and he had the impression that Zhang Yuan had always been obedient, and he never said anything when he was beaten and scolded.

He is different from Sima, Zhang Wenshan had been trained in the army when he was young, although he was a civilian, but he deeply understood one thing: a recruit who had just put down his hoe, once he had killed someone and had blood on his hands, he could quickly move closer to the elite soldiers.

Can such Zhang Yuan stay in the rich and stable Xiangguo Mansion?

Zhang Duanya thought to herself, when did this cheap fourth brother, who was bullied and raised by himself since he was a child, change so much?

She even had some faint pleasure in her heart: I am in the deep palace, and I live a trembling life every day, drinking a sip of water and eating a mouthful of food, but you are staying in the Xiangguo Mansion safely and securely, living a good life as you like, and now there is finally a troublemaker, but you can't let them dispose of it at will.

Just as he was silent, Zhang Xuan suddenly spoke gloomily.

"The law of the Great Wei Dynasty, the master kills the servant, the fine is one hundred, the rod is one hundred, and the migration is three thousand miles. ”

"Fourth brother, fourth brother, it's not that the second brother doesn't help you, my Great Wei rules the country, and the Xiangguo Mansion rules the law. ”

"Second brother, as the head of the Criminal Department, I really can't do anything that violates official morality when I review the sentencing of prisoners. Zhang Xuan said to himself.

Madame Sima's eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

A hundred rods, three thousand miles, no matter which one of them can kill this little scumbag!

A hundred boards, a little heavier, die!

Traveling 3,000 miles, there are even more reasons: death from illness on the road, death by thieves, drowning in the water, falling from a mountain to death, and death from a tiger and leopard......

Even casually take out a few dozen taels to buy through the errand service, and you can get a result with a knife when you walk dozens of miles out of Wang Jing!

"Sure enough, it's my son! Look at what else you have to say now!" Mrs. Sima stared at Zhang Yuan hatefully.

In fact, the law is the law, but even the officials of the poor family will not take it seriously.

Unless it is the family of a rich or small landowner, the death of a slave may be punished, but it is a common thing for a serious official to kill a servant, and no one will deal with anyone, let alone a family.

If Zhang Yuan is dealt with in this way, it is an internal matter of the family, and it will not arouse the disgust of the officials, at most he will muttered a few words behind his back.

This is exactly what it is: you are usually used to using etiquette to govern you, but once you talk to him about etiquette, he will tell you about family law, and if he can't talk about family law, he will move out of the country.

Whether it is the law of etiquette, family law or national law, in short, it is to pinch you and devour you!

And what Zhang Yuan is waiting for is this sentence, once he walks out of Wang Jing, it will be the sky is high and the birds will fly, and the dragon will enter the abyss, as for the escort of the errand servants?

If it weren't for those armorers with halberds and crossbows on the battlefield, who were a little errand soldiers, what would he be afraid of?

With such a deluded self-confidence, he himself doesn't know where it comes from.

Zhang Xuan glanced at his father, and saw that Zhang Wenshan had no intention of objecting, and a trace of poison flashed in his eyes at the moment, and he shouted: "Someone is coming!"

"Wait!!"

Zhang Duanya, who had been watching coldly, suddenly snorted softly and stopped the comer.

"The more troublesome it is, the more unpleasant it is! The fourth brother has the blood of the Zhang family in his body, and let those lowly swordsmen be humiliated at will, won't the Zhang family lose face?"

"It's just two reckless men who don't know whether they are alive or dead, and if they die, they will die, so it's worth making such a big fight?"

Zhang Yuan looked at this concubine in surprise, and faintly felt that the other party was not really speaking for himself.

Zhang Duanya put on a concubine style, scolded twice, and then looked at Zhang Xuan and said: "You only know the official morality and official reputation, don't you hear that the father is hidden for the son, and the brother is hidden for the younger brother?"

"If outsiders know about it, and you personally punish the fourth brother, believe it or not, tomorrow there will be a crime of being unfriendly and unfriendly to you?"

"With such a charge, do you still have the luxury of being promoted to the rank of Shangshu in the future?"

Zhang Xuan was caught off guard, he was a little dazed by such a head-splitting reprimand, and it was difficult to defend for a while, so as not to really annoy this noble concubine sister. Mrs. Sima took over and said, "How did you say this, what round of internal affairs in my Prime Minister's Mansion were talked about by others?"

It is true that if the Zhang clan continues to be so strong, it will not be a big deal even if there are a few imperial histories to chew the root of the tongue. But Mrs. Sima didn't hear the meaning of her daughter's words.

- If you have the opportunity to be promoted to Shangshu and Zaizhi in the future, don't expect me to do my best for you!

Zhang Duanya sneered slightly, and flicked her long sleeves with little interest: "This palace is all about it, go back to the palace!"

After speaking, he walked out surrounded by a group of palace maids.

Mrs. Sima's face was stunned, and she scolded in a low voice: "Look at it, look at it! The woman can't help it, it's only been how many years she has been in the palace, and her temper is so big!"

Zhang Wenshan sighed lightly, he was old in calculation, he naturally understood the resentment in his daughter's heart, and after looking at Zhang Yuan, he had a plan in his heart.

At the moment, he ordered: "Come on, send the fourth prince to the Temple of the Dead, and then hand over a volume of my handwritten book to the abbot Master Fang Yuan, and supervise him to think about it!"

He said coldly to Zhang Yuan: "When you arrive at the Temple of the Dead, you must sincerely repent, read more scriptures, dissolve the anger in your heart, and if you don't understand the truth, you won't be allowed to go out for a day." ”

The meaning of this is that he will be detained for the rest of his life.

Mrs. Sima was stunned: "Master......." ”

Zhang Wenshan waved his hand, signaled not to say more, and said to Zhang Yuan coldly: "Go, go." ”

Zhang Yuan was silent for a while, then suddenly turned around and asked, "My mother...... How did you die?"

As soon as the words came out, there was an illusion of "why did I ask this question again"?

Mrs. Sima suddenly changed color, and slammed the teacup on the table: "Forget the etiquette again, pay attention to your title! That cheap maid is also worthy of being called mother?"

Zhang Yuan smiled heavily, didn't speak again, turned around and walked out the door......

Before the snow season, scattered snowflakes had already drifted in the sky, adding a little chill to the entire noisy and boiling Great Wei Wangjing.

Winter is coming, spring is ...... It shouldn't be far off!