Zhu Song's home is in Dingminfang, Lin'an City.
For a dignified minister of etiquette, this house is not too big. For a family of four with a maid and a helper, the house is only enough for them.
But if you look at the boundaries, you can reach Taixue and Dali Temple just around the corner, and just walk straight ahead from the Yamen of the Ministry of Rites.
Mrs. Zhu's Sanniang is the daughter of a famous person in She County. Needless to say etiquette, she usually manages the household well and manages the Zhu family in an orderly manner. Anyone who talks about her will always have to put up a hat. Thumbs up.
But today, the Zhu family is shrouded in a strange atmosphere.
After my husband came back from the yamen of the Ministry of Rites, he seemed to have lost his soul and locked himself in the study. No matter how Mrs. Zhu asked, Shilang Zhu didn't say a word.
Seeing that it was already past dinner time, Zhu Song still refused to come out. In desperation, Mrs. Zhu had no choice but to call her ten-year-old son to deliver food to Zhu Song.
The Zhu family gave birth to three sons. The eldest son and the second son both died in infancy. Only the third son Zhu Xi grew up safely, which is the only thought of the couple.
Although Zhu Shilang is very strict on weekdays, when he treats his son, he is mostly gentle.
Xiao Zhu Xi carried the food plate, carefully avoiding the rainwater leaking from the eaves, and finally arrived in front of the study, but he could no longer spare his time to knock on the door.
"Dad! It's me! I'm here to bring you food!"
The child's voice was tender and loud, but it quickly disappeared under the heavy rain.
"Daddy!"
He shouted again at the top of his lungs and gently knocked on the door with his body, but was immediately pushed back a few steps and almost fell in the courtyard.
After all, the child was already feeling a little aggrieved at this time.
"Sanlang..."
His mother's voice came from behind. Zhu Xi looked back and saw someone following her.
The night was already dark and Zhu Xi couldn't see his face clearly.
All you could see was that he was tall and tight, and a ray of candlelight leaked from the front room, making the tiger head on the armor on his chest seem to come alive.
"mother……"
This figure looked like King Kong in the temple. When Mrs. Zhu came closer, little Zhu Xi quickly hid beside her legs, only half of his head showing, and looked at this person curiously.
He put one hand on the handle of the knife at his waist and touched Zhu Xi's head with the other:
"Go to the front room, uncle has something to say to your father."
Seeing his mother nodding, he handed over the food plate and disappeared in a flash.
"Slow down!"
"This child..."
Mrs. Zhu turned around with a kind face and said:
"I made you laugh...I know I shouldn't ask more questions, but..."
She looked at the study worriedly. There wasn't even a light on inside, and she didn't know what her husband was doing in there.
"What exactly happened, can you tell me a little bit?"
"Nothing...just a little personal matter."
Sighing softly, she knew that this was not something she should know.
After locking the door, the room was still quiet as usual, except for the sound of rain, there was no other sound.
"My lord, Yang Du from the Palace Front Department is here to look for you..."
"Ms. sir?"
Having been married to Zhu Song for more than twenty years, she knew her husband's character very well.
Other than that, if it was official business of the imperial court, he would definitely not delay it.
"Did you fall asleep?"
After shouting twice more, Mrs. Zhu knocked on the door much harder.
Yang Yizhong glanced at the child in the corner and knew that he had been looking here.
But now, he couldn't wait any longer.
He kicked the door, and the door and frame all shattered into pieces in the house.
Mrs. Zhu had no time to be surprised and hurriedly entered the room, but it was really dark, so she had to look for fire seals first.
After waving his hand towards the child and making a gesture for him to leave, Yang Duzhi followed him and stepped into the house.
The two adults were gone. How could Xiao Zhu Xi care so much? He quickly walked closer, trying to hear what they were saying clearly.
"Ms. sir!"
The lamp in the study was finally lit. Zhu Xi stood outside the door, looking at the shadow hanging in the air. He thought for a while but didn't react.
Instead, it was his mother's cry of grief that made him instinctively fearful.
He seemed to have suddenly fallen into a dark fog, not knowing where to proceed.
Madam Zhu held Zhu Song's legs and wanted to take him down, but her strength was limited. No matter how hard she struggled, she could not move Zhu Shilang even half an inch.
"Xiang...Xiangong... Yang, Du Shi Yang, can you help me..."
"Director Yang, please help me..."
She had not shed tears yet, but her voice started to cry first.
Yang Yizhong looked at the face of his former colleague for a long time.
He was a little confused.
If that's the case, why force the officials?
If you have a wife and children, why not live a good life?
He pulled the knife out and swung it upward.
Zhu Song's whole body... should be said to be half of him. His head was caught in Yang Yizhong's hands, and his body fell to the ground and fell into Mrs. Zhu's arms.
"You, what are you doing...Give it back to me, you..."
Only briefly frightened, Mrs. Zhu quickly rushed towards Yang Yizhong.
Letting her punch him, Yang Duzhi took out a piece of wet white cloth from behind and wrapped Zhu Shilang's head in it.
"This was done by Yang, and has nothing to do with the Palace Secretary or the court... Madam can report the case to Lin'an Mansion, Minister Zhu... Yang will return it tomorrow."
After saying that, he took a big step out.
But as soon as he went out, he met Xiao Zhu Xi who was trembling all over.
Hiding his head behind his back, Yang Duzhi stretched out his hand to touch his head, but before he got close, he started to cry.
"Sanlang!"
Hearing her son's cry, Mrs. Zhu ran out. Seeing that he was fine, she hugged him into her arms regardless of the fact that he was covered in blood. Mother and son hugged each other and cried.
Stepping out of the gate of Zhu's Mansion, Yang Yizhong put the head into the carriage and placed it next to Song Zhicai, the doctor of the Ministry of Rites.
After thinking for a while, he drove towards the home of Chen Xian, a member of the Ministry of Rites.
When he arrived at the Chen Mansion, Yang Yizhong didn't say much else, he just asked:
"Are you going to court tomorrow?"
Chen Xian was slightly startled, thinking he was a lobbyist sent by the emperor, and said with a smile:
"What about the others?"
Yang Yizhong lowered his head and thought for a moment, then told him seriously:
"They can't go."
Unable to understand the meaning of this, Chen Xian said seriously: "We will advance and retreat together, no one else will go, I, Chen, will go, no..."
Before he could finish speaking, his head was cut off.
This is the third one.
Who else, who else has not gone to court today...
Several names flashed through Yang Yizhong's mind. He looked around and rushed towards the nearest one.
