Judging from his resume, Chen Liangfu’s official career has been smooth.
If Zhao Xun had not appeared, the title of Chosen Son would definitely fall on Chen Liangfu.
Simply looking at this point, Zhao Xun really couldn't find a reason why Chen Liangfu colluded with the witch and Gu masters of the Southern Barbarians to bring trouble to the court.
On the contrary, the "remnant of the Southern Barbarians", the chamberlain supervisor Zheng Jie, is more in line with the villain's setting: the destruction of the country and the family - being castrated by the enemy - enduring in the palace - cultivating power - becoming full of wings - killing the enemy with his own hands - and powerful counterattack.
This process is very smooth, and it is very enjoyable along the way. It is completely consistent with the routine of Shuangwen, and it is also very reasonable.
But is it really so?
Zhao Xun always felt that everything was too reasonable.
Somewhat reasonable made him suspicious.
"If you had to choose one person to investigate, who would you choose?"
Zhao Xun hesitated for a long time before asking this question.
"It should be Zheng Jie, after all, he is the most suspicious."
Jia Xingwen said without hesitation.
"I agree."
Wangcai echoed from the side.
"Then let's start with Mr. Zheng."
Zhao Xun raised his head and drank the full glass of wine.
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Daming Palace, the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
There is a mountain of documents piled high on top of the official records of the government office.
A eunuch with a fair face and well-maintained face, who was in his fifties, sat on a huanghuali chair with his eyes closed to meditate.
He is Zheng Jie, the eunuch of the Great Zhou Empire, the most powerful person among the eunuchs.
As he got older, Zheng Jie suffered from serious knee problems. He preferred to sit on a chair passed down from the Hu people rather than kneeling.
When today's emperor is slacking in government, Zheng Jie has to read most of the memorials first, and then select the important ones and submit them to heaven.
If we talk about the emperor's trust, there is probably no one in the civil and military circles who can compare with Zheng Jie.
But with so many responsibilities on his shoulders, if Zheng Jie were not a practitioner, he would have collapsed from exhaustion.
Even so, Zheng Jie felt a little tired, more importantly, he was tired.
There are also a few silver strands in the black hair.
Practitioners are also human beings, and practitioners are also flesh and blood.
Practicing spiritual practice can delay aging, but it cannot prevent it.
No one can escape birth, old age, illness and death, even the most powerful person cannot defeat time.
"Daddy, it's getting cold, please put on some clothes."
Lu Zhong put a sheepskin cloak on Zheng Jie, poured a cup of hot tea and put it in his hands.
Zheng Jie took the tea cup and took a sip, then asked: "How is the investigation of the bad guy's case going? Your Majesty has been paying attention to it."
"It is said that Zhao Xun is still leading the investigation."
Lu Zhong replied cautiously.
"Who did he check?"
"He checked all the families in Chongrenfang who had purchased potted plants, and finally identified three families."
"Which three?"
When Lu Zhong heard this, he fell to his knees with a plop and kowtowed like garlic.
"My son dare not say anything."
Zheng Jie frowned.
"If there is anything you dare not say, I will forgive you."
"yes…"
Lu Zhong gritted his teeth, as if he was having a great psychological struggle, and then took a deep breath: "Left Prime Minister Chen Liangfu, His Royal Highness King Qi, and... and you, godfather."
"Well, that's it."
Zheng Jie smiled bitterly: "Our family should have thought of it a long time ago."
"The potted plants he checked must be white rattan potted plants, right? Our family has indeed bought some, so it makes sense for him to check our house."
Lu Zhong said bitterly: "This reckless boy, do you really think that His Majesty loves him and he is the crown prince of Chengguo, so anyone can investigate him? Godfather, as long as you say a word, my son will take people to teach him a lesson." !”
"Nonsense!"
Zheng Jie scoffed at Lu Zhong's suggestion.
"The Wang Zhongyi case was investigated by a bad person appointed by His Majesty, and Zhao Xun was pointed out by Feng Hao. In other words, Zhao Xun followed the imperial decree. If you go to teach him a lesson at this time, isn't it a slap in His Majesty's face?"
"My son deserves to die, my son deserves to die!"
Lu Zhong's face turned pale with fright, and he slapped himself hard.
"Let him check it out. If you are upright, you are not afraid of slanted shadows. There is nothing to be afraid of in our family."
Zheng Jie took another sip of tea, then changed the subject and said, "Qin Tian Jian asked people to keep a closer eye on it. His Majesty seems not to be at ease with Yuan Tianshi."
"My son took note of it."
Lu Zhong said quickly.
But the slap still didn't dare to stop.
"Okay, remember better in the future and don't say anything you shouldn't say."
Zheng Jie paused and said, "If something goes wrong, no one can protect you."
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Zhao Xun is certainly not a fool.
He knew that his relationship with Zheng Jie was not as close as that with the Lord of Yonghe County and the Crown Prince of Qi. The two of them were just acquaintances at best. So he definitely couldn't check Zheng Jie the same way he checked Prince Qi's house.
To be precise, he needs to find an opportunity.
An opportunity where no one can find any fault and can come to the door openly.
In the end, he really found this opportunity.
August 27th is Zheng Jie’s birthday.
This information was told to Zhao Xun by Feng Hao, and Zhao Xun found it very useful.
On Zheng Jie’s birthday, there will definitely be a banquet for many guests.
Going alone as Zhao Xun is definitely not qualified.
He had two choices. One was to accompany his father Zhao Yuan to celebrate Zheng Jie's birthday as the eldest son of Duke Cheng. The second is to accompany the bad handsome Feng Hao to the house as a bad person.
Both are fine.
Zhao Xun thought carefully for a long time and asked Feng Hao for his opinion, and finally decided to go as the heir apparent of Duke Cheng.
Because I went to celebrate my birthday as a bad person. Firstly, it was not very pleasing to me. Secondly, my purpose was too strong.
These are troubled times, and everyone in the court knows that Zhao Xun has been ordered to thoroughly investigate the Wang Zhongyi case.
And it's impossible for Zhao Xu to go there without making some innuendo, right?
It's too arrogant to be a bad person.
Since Zhao Xun only suspects that Zheng Jie is behind the scenes, there is no reason to come forward and do it like this, which is too hurtful.
Zheng Jie is also a respectable person and wants to save face.
As for Feng Hao, whether he goes there personally is not an issue that Zhao Xun needs to consider.
A boss who has reached this level will never look up or down. I believe he can handle it decently and not make people feel embarrassed.
Zhao Xun just needs to be himself.
The next step is to prepare a birthday gift.
The birthday gift should be appropriate, not too extravagant or too shabby.
If you are too extravagant, you will easily be criticized by the imperial censor, and you will not be able to make yourself a coquettish person.
After all, the noble class are regarded as parasites of the empire, and they are most likely to attract evil, so it is better to be cautious.
Being too shabby would be a bit disrespectful.
After all, the internal attendant is also the internal phase, and combined with the external phase, it is called the two phases.
Gifts given to such people must be substantial.
The most important thing is to do what you like.
Zheng Jie is also a human being, and as a human being he will have likes and dislikes.
Zhao Xun decided to consult the gift-giving expert Wangcai on this matter.
The little fat man not only has a talent for business, but also has a unique ability to flatter people.
There are some words that Zhao Xun can't say no matter what, but the little fat man can always say them without blushing or heart beating.
There are specialties in the art industry, and it is more appropriate to leave professional matters to professionals.
Zhao Xun believed that the little fat man would not let him down.
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