Judging from his resume, Chen Liangfu’s official career has been smooth sailing.
If Zhao Xun had not appeared, the title of the 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, Zheng Jie, the "remnant of the Southern Barbarians", the chamberlain supervisor, is more in line with the villain's setting: the country is destroyed and the family is destroyed - castrated by the enemy - endures in the palace - cultivates power - becomes full-fledged - kills the enemy with his own hands - and makes a strong counterattack.
This process is very smooth, and it is very enjoyable along the way. It is completely based on 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 doubtful.
"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 the investigation from Mr. Zheng."
Zhao Xun raised his head and drank the full glass of wine.
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Daming Palace, 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 in his fifties sat on a huanghuali chair with his eyes closed to meditate.
He was 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 neglects government affairs, 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 long ago.
Even so, Zheng Jie felt a little tired, and more importantly, tired.
There were also a few silver strands in her 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 people 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, and 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."
"Which three?"
When Lu Zhong heard this, he fell to his knees and kowtowed like garlic.
"My son dare not say it."
Zheng Jie frowned.
"If there is anything you dare not say, I will forgive you."
"yes…"
Lu Zhong gritted his teeth, as if he had done a lot of 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 favors 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.
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"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 topic and said, "It would be better for the Qintian Prison to ask people to keep a closer eye on it. Your Majesty seems not to be at ease with Yuan Tianshi."
"My son has remembered it."
Lu Zhong said quickly.
But he still didn't dare to stop slapping me.
"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 most. So he definitely couldn't check Zheng Jie the same way he did with Prince Qi's palace.
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 and honestly.
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.
It is definitely not qualified to go alone as Zhao Xun.
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 other was to accompany the bad handsome Feng Hao 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, it was too purposeful.
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 the mastermind 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 will go there personally is not a question that Zhao Xun needs to consider.
A boss who has reached this level can handle things decently without making 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, neither too extravagant nor too shabby.
If you are too extravagant, you will easily be criticized by the imperial censor, and it may cause you to become a coquettish person.
After all, the noble class is regarded as a parasite of the empire and is most likely to attract evil, so it is better to be cautious.
If it's too shabby, it's a bit disrespectful.
After all, the inner minister is also the inner 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.