"Second Master, why are you doing this? At worst, the play won't be performed anymore. It's not worth it to make him unhappy with those good brothers." Wang Xian smiled bitterly and said, "No, I have to persuade him."
"This is not only a matter for adults, but also a matter of honor for my second master," Butler Zhang said with a wry smile: "It's useless for you to go, just let the second master make trouble, and it will stop when the trouble is enough..." Butler Zhang
This kind of general under Zhang Yu was designated by Zhang Fu as Zhang Sala's steward. In fact, the significance of supervision and care is greater than the task of giving him the stewardship.
"This is a big deal." Wang Xian sighed, turned his hands back in frustration, and came to the Hell Temple that was going to be the Yama Hall. When he saw his subordinates who were busy making final preparations, he felt that he really couldn't speak.
But he could only say: "Everyone, stop for a moment..."
From Yan Qing down, everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at Wang Xian with excitement. Although they had handled countless cases, something as novel as this one was unprecedented.
This is about playing the devil of the King of Hell and bringing the Palace of Hell to the human world.
"There was an accident. The promised audience couldn't come..." Looking at these loyal subordinates with red eyes, Wang Xian said with some difficulty. Unexpectedly, only halfway through his words, he heard a rapid voice coming from outside the door.
Come:
"The promised audience can't come, but a bigger one is coming."
Accompanied by this call, Zhang Sala, sweating profusely, appeared in front of Wang Xian and said with a strange look on his face: "Everyone, please step up your preparations. This time we can only succeed, we can't screw up."
What do people think about you? You speak in such a loud voice and you are not afraid of your tongue flashing in the wind? Naturally, no one is looking at Wang Xian.
"It's like this. We have an unexpected guest here, so we must not make any mistakes." Wang Xian glanced at the unreliable Zhang Wei, waved his hands to everyone, and said: "Everyone, please go to your places."
"Here" everyone didn't know what happened just now, but they didn't care about that much anymore. They concentrated on preparing for the next performance first.
Wang Xianze and Zhang Sala walked out of the Prison Temple and sighed: "What kind of medicine are you selling in your gourd?"
"Oh, it's hard to explain in one sentence. I don't know if I'm helping you or hurting you." Zhang Erye, who has always been a talkative man, unexpectedly flashed his words: "Now is not the time to go into details. Anyway, hurry up and let your subordinates beat you up."
If you don't mind, just treat it as the emperor coming to inspect, and don't make any mistakes."
"Your metaphor is really..." Wang Xian was halfway through his words, and he swallowed and vomited: "Is it really the emperor who has arrived?"
"Yeah..." Zhang Wei said with a mournful face: "My butler came to tell you just now. I went to Cheng Guogong's house to question why he let my pigeons go. But this guy said that the emperor asked him to let me go. He also said
It was he who accidentally mentioned this matter to the emperor when he was accompanying the driver. As a result, the emperor became interested and actually wanted to go to the theater incognito. Zhu Yong has already gone to pick up the driver, and the emperor will be here at any time..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard a commotion outside, and Shuai Hui ran over with a ghostly look on his face, "Sir, hurry up, pick up the Holy Driver..."
"Don't panic, just keep everything as usual." Wang Xian frowned and ordered in a deep voice.
"Yes." Shuai Hui was immediately filled with shame, thinking that the realm between you and me is getting further and further apart.
Zhang Sala also gave a thumbs up and said: "You have Zhou Yafu's style."
Wang Xian only pretended to have a profound smile. In fact, he had already adopted the highest level of security measures in order to ensure that there would be no glitches in the drama today. Since there was no way to strengthen it, why bother pretending to be nervous anymore?
While he was talking, dozens of men in brocade robes had already poured into the Hell Temple. Without saying a word, they rushed to various dangerous places as quickly as possible. These people were extremely well-trained and their movements were extremely fast. But their movements
No matter how fast they are, they can't beat the first come, first served... The positions they all plan to occupy are already guarded by guards in black.
The situation was unclear, and the Jinyi guards drew their weapons one after another. The Jinyi men had to stand still in embarrassment. The leader took out his waist badge from his arms, showed it to Wang Xian and said: "We are the Imperial Guards."
Shuai Hui had already experienced the waist card before, so Wang Xian no longer needed to be pretentious, so he nodded and said solemnly: "But the Holy Driver?"
"Not bad." The Jinyi leader nodded.
"It's all up to the orders." Wang Xian hurriedly cupped his hands and said.
The Jinyi leader looked around and said speechlessly: "The defenses are already very complete, just give up those positions."
"Remove" Wang Xian ordered, and the Jin Yiwei gave up their sentry posts, and the imperial guards with swords in front took their place, hiding in the darkness in the blink of an eye.
When Wang Xian and Zhang Wei arrived at the gate of the Hell Temple to wait, they did not see the brilliant guard of honor they expected. They saw dozens of knights in gilded clothes coming quickly from a distance, and they arrived in front of them in the blink of an eye. When the knights in the retinue left, they
The two cavalry guarded at the core appeared. The leader, a middle-aged man in green robe, with a strong figure and a thick beard, was none other than Emperor Yongle of the Ming Dynasty.
I don’t know if it was psychological effect, but Wang Xian felt that even though Zhu Di was wearing casual clothes, he still had an unstoppable aura of domineering power.
Although the emperor was not common, Wang Xian and Zhang Sala could still see him from time to time. They quickly led the crowd to kneel on the ground and shouted:
"I respectfully welcome the Holy Master"
"Go in and talk." Zhu Di came in a light carriage. Naturally, he didn't want to attract attention. He glanced at Wang Xian lightly and rode into the Hell Temple. The young man following Zhu Di was only twenty-four or five years old and had a handsome face.
Chongzao, majestic in appearance and attractive in appearance, is Zhu Yong, Duke of Chengguo
Zhu Yong is the son of Zhu Neng, the great hero of Jingnan. In the fourth year of Yongle, Zhu Neng served as the general who conquered Yi and conquered Annan. Unfortunately, he died of illness in the army. He was named King of Dongping and given the posthumous title of Wu Lie. The emperor was heartbroken to lose his beloved general.
, so Zhu Yong usurped his father's title.
At that time, Zhu Yong was only fifteen years old, and he became the Duke of the Ming Dynasty. Moreover, the emperor loved his family, and he loved Zhu Yong who resembled his father very much. He often took him with him and personally taught him the art of war and martial arts.
It is not an exaggeration to give birth to oneself.
This time, when Zhu Yong was accompanying the emperor on archery, he was telling Zhu Di some fun things to relieve his boredom, and he accidentally let it slip... Zhu Yong and Zhang Wei were of the same age, and they were close friends who had played with their butts naked until they grew up. Seeing this
The first time he caused trouble for his brother, he winked at Zhang Sala and followed the emperor in sheepishly.
When Zhu Yong entered, Wang Xian and Zhang Hu stood up and looked at each other with a wry smile. Now that things have happened, they can only hope for happiness...
The two of them followed in silently, and saw Zhu Di standing in the courtyard, looking at the Hell Temple that had completely changed beyond recognition with interest. The most eye-catching change was that the original plaque was removed and replaced with a blue one.
There is a gilt plaque with red letters on the bottom, and three shocking seal scripts written on it - Temple of Yama.
"Wang Xian, what are you doing?" When Zhu Di looked at Wang Xian, his expression was unkind, as if he was asking for punishment.
Wang Xian hurriedly knelt down to plead guilty and said: "Your Majesty, I have been ordered to retry the Shuichu Lane murder case. However, the case has been going on for a long time, most of the witnesses and evidence have been destroyed, and the suspect refuses to let go. I really have no choice.
We can only use strange tactics."
"Hmph, I think you are just fooling around," Zhu Di rolled his eyes.
In fact, the emperor was not angry with Wang Xian for his nonsense, but angry with him for inviting a group of princes to watch. Although he knew that he wanted to invite people to bear witness to avoid further mishaps, this was inevitably suspected of coercing the holy will... This is
The reason for the emperor's displeasure. But as soon as Wang Xian said it was Qi Dazhu's case, Zhu Di was relieved... How many officials had lost their jobs in that case? Officials from the Ministry of Punishment and the Metropolitan Procuratorate were all implicated, and they still can't figure it out until now.
Qing. Wang Xian really wanted to cut off this bullshit case. He used too much force at the moment and didn't think carefully. It's understandable.
Speaking of which, this was really Wang Xian's negligence. He didn't expect that this would make the emperor unhappy. But fortunately, his previous efforts on the British prince were not in vain. Zhang Fu's few kind words made the emperor express his gratitude to Wang Xian.
My good impression increased greatly. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Although the emperor and Wang Xian were not lovers, they had a good impression of him, so they always looked for the best in everything...
It can be seen that life still requires the help of noble people.
Of course, his own agility is also essential. Wang Xian quickly realized his negligence and said with a panic look on his face: "I didn't think carefully about this matter. I should ask the emperor for permission first." He said a little shyly: "I am afraid.
At that time, I felt that this move was too ridiculous, and I was worried that I would be reprimanded by the emperor..."
"Don't you have to be punished for doing this?" Zhu Di snorted. But saying this means that Wang Xian was very lucky to pass the test. Sure enough, Zhu Di waved his hand and said: "Forget it, you are the presiding judge. It's okay to invite distinguished judges to serve as judges."
It makes sense." After a pause, he changed the subject and said, "Aren't you going to act in a play? When will it start? I came out of the palace specially to watch the play, so don't mess up the performance."
Wang Xian secretly breathed a sigh of relief and found that his back was soaked. It is said that accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger. The ancients did not deceive me.
"Your Majesty, please move to the side hall, where is the audience seat." After gathering his composure, he asked Zhu Di for forgiveness and said: "I didn't know that the Emperor was coming beforehand, so I set up the seats in the east hall. I really deserve death."
"I'm not that particular." Zhu Di waved his hand and walked to the side hall at a fast pace. "Even if the troupe in the palace was performing, they didn't ask me to sit on the stage in the middle. They ran to the stage to perform.
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The emperor told a joke, and those who were qualified to laugh immediately started to laugh. Zhang Lan did not have Wang Xian's acting skills, and it was not like Zhu Yong who grew up beside the emperor, so it was inevitable that his laughter would be unnatural, as if he was being tickled.
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Zhu Di was so sharp-eyed that he could see Zhang Sala's expression at a glance, but the emperor thought differently, thinking that he was still worried about what happened before, so he smiled and explained for Zhu Neng: "Zhang Sala, don't be angry with Zhu Neng."
He's angry because I asked him to stop those guests from coming. It's not that you don't have enough face, and it's not that Zhu Neng doesn't have enough brotherhood. If you want to blame him, blame me."
"I don't dare, I'm scared." The first two sentences of Zhang Sala were quite normal, but then he shamelessly flattered him and said, "But I'm not angry with Zhu Yong. Although he dismissed several guests for me, he invited them for me.
The guest he invited was ten thousand times more expensive than the one I invited. So not only was I not angry with him, but it was too late to thank him."
"That's good, that's good." Zhu Di was so flattered by Zhang Sala's flattery that he laughed and entered the side hall.