West Garden.

All six servants fell to their knees outside the ashram.

"Father Qi, the ministers have repeatedly tested, this person died of heart palpitations."

Jiajing's face in the retreat 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 toxic thing appeared in Qingning Palace, and it was obvious that someone was already preparing to assassinate Zhu Zaili.

"Summons Lu Bing, summons Gao Zhong!"

Jiajing's roar echoed in the palace of the West Garden.

Huang Jin couldn't help but panic and said continuously: "Oh, yes, the emperor didn't hurt the immortal body, so the minister went to summon Lu Dudu to do something with Zhu Yan." ”

There was a "bang", and the post-mortem report was thrown out of the West Garden by Jiajing.

Then Jiajing walked out of the West Garden and walked towards the outside of the palace.

"Where is Meng Chong detained now?"

Zhang Zuo hurriedly said: "Emperor, Meng Chong is locked up in Qingning Palace. ”

"Bring Meng Chong to me!"

"Whoa!"

Zhang Zuojiu is in the deep palace, how can he not know, as long as the palace gate is raised, he will expect this matter to be hidden from outsiders.

Putting such a person in the edict prison directly and hastily is no different from directly stabbing him to death, and he didn't dare to send him outside the palace at all.

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

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

"Tell me, who's behind your scenes?"

After confirming that the pot of flowers was poisonous, Meng Chong naturally knew that it was impossible for him to wash this matter clean.

Meng Chong didn't even raise his head, just collapsed on the ground and gasped for breath.

"Hey, the emperor, the slave...... Slaves don't have a backstage. ”

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

Jiajing's roar echoed in the house.

Meng Chong still said badly: "Slave maid, slave maid just looks good, and His Royal Highness thinks the palace is monotonous, so he is good at making claims......

"You're not afraid of death, aren't your nine clans afraid of death either?!"

Hearing Jiajing say this, Meng Chong, whose mouth was full of blood, actually showed a little cruel smile.

"Emperor, Emperor, the nine slaves and maids are afraid of death and the slaves and maids don't know, but if they really care about the slaves and maids, why should the slaves and maids enter the palace!"

"Something without a king and a father!"

At this time, Gao Zhong and a red-faced man also walked into the palace.

As soon as they saw Meng Chong who was paralyzed on the ground, the two guessed a rough idea.

"Minister Lu Bing greets Your Majesty."

Jiajing pointed at Meng Chong, who was paralyzed on the ground, his chest rising and falling violently.

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

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

"Don't let him die!"

"Commandment."

After handing Meng Chong over to Lu Bing's men, Jiajing's anger dissipated a little.

"The matter is serious, the prince and Zhang Zuo will handle this case with you, and we must report to me if there is any progress."

"Whoa."

Lu Bing and Zhang Zuo are used to seeing big cases in the factory guard, so naturally there are not too many waves.

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

Because it's so big, and it's all so smooth, it's so smooth that it's not normal.

…………………………

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

I just handed over the notebook yesterday, and the people behind the scenes wanted to send a killer to assassinate him, and I am afraid that he would not have come to kill himself at such an obvious juncture.

Otherwise, it is almost equivalent to sitting on your own notebook.

Originally, Ning Jue originally wanted to take this opportunity to visit the Jingshi of Daming, but when Ning Jue walked out of the house, he found that the Jingshi at noon had no entertainment activities at all.

The streets and alleys are now nothing more than a few porters sitting in the tea shed eating tea, and the pedestrians on the street are also busy with their own work.

Even if it is a pickled place such as Lianziku Hutong and Chunshu Hutong, Ning Jue wants to criticize it in the past, and it will not be crowded until the night.

After thinking about it 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 had given him before was almost over, Ning Jue didn't hesitate for a moment, changed into his official uniform and rushed directly to the Metropolitan Procuratorate.

In this era when there is no Internet, not even magazines and newspapers, the yamen of the Metropolitan Procuratorate is almost a god-defying existence.

The imperial history is a rumor.

Naturally, the Metropolitan Procuratorate is full of "rumors" from all over the world for the imperial historians to perform.

For Ning Jue, where is the "wind news", it is simply a melon field!

Da Ming, after all, is good for Da Ming.

The men who worked in the Metropolitan Procuratorate were all done by the scribes below.

Ning Jue's daily job is to listen to gossip and drink tea, and if he really doesn't want to go to work, he goes out to patrol the city to investigate the people's suffering, and if anyone is unhappy, he can directly scold him.

Not to mention this, even in the future, I will not be able to find such a good job.

"Such a good errand, why do you have to choose that Jishi, if it were me, I would have to die at work!"

Ning Jue thought about the reason for Tu Qiao's own tardiness, and walked towards the Metropolitan Procuratorate.

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

Walking into the gate of the Metropolitan Procuratorate with his front foot, Ning Jue bowed his head and said:

"Tu Zongxian, the lower official went out in the morning, I heard that there was something in the city, and I went to investigate that this delayed a little, and I hope that Tu Zongxian will forgive the crime...... Tu Zongxian? ”

Ning Jue, who raised his head, looked at the empty lobby of the Metropolitan Inspection Academy, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching slightly.

It's almost afternoon, and the people from the Metropolitan Procuratorate haven't come to work yet?!

Ning Jue couldn't believe that he had gone around the courtyard for a few long times, and then he firmly believed what he had seen.

Only two officials slept 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 officials shivered, and their hands subconsciously touched the Pu knife hanging from their waists.

"Who?!"

After seeing the people clearly, the two officials relaxed their vigilance a little.

"Ning Bingxian, congratulations."

After the two of them arched their hands to Ning Jue inexplicably, their eyelids quickly drooped again.

"No, don't sleep, what about Lord Tu?"

The servant rubbed his eyes reluctantly.

"Ning Bingxian, this is not the time, and the adults will come over before and after the time."

"Shen Shi?! What are they doing when it's time to declare? ”

"Order, you're early, you draw first."

As he spoke, the official directly took out the book that should have been on the case of Tu Qiaogong, and handed the ink to Ning Jue.

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

As far as these scholars and doctors are concerned, are they embarrassed to say that Jiajing is not going to the court?

You deserve it too!

Bah!

Ning Jue took out his official seal and dipped it in the mud of the seal, even if it was pressed on the book.

"By the way, you just said congratulations, congratulations on what?"

The official rubbed his eyes and yawned.

"Yesterday, you captured the villains around the prince for your father, and now the whole city knows about it, and you should be congratulated on your humble position for making this great achievement."

"Oh......" Ning Jue wanted to go home, and then his body suddenly came with a "snap", and the copper seal in Ning Jue's hand fell to the ground.

Don't you old Taoist priest not believe it?!

How did you catch someone with a backhand!

You've arrested everyone, and they're still coming to kill me!

I said no, can my body be so honest?!

And why is it that the whole city knows about it!

I'm afraid that the people behind the scenes won't know that you have arrested someone?

Did you handle the case like this?