Da Ming Tai Shi

Chapter 30 The Frightened Ding Jitong

Zhu Biao's inspection came as scheduled, but Chen Yunfu did not see it.

An hour before Zhu Biao's arrival, all the subordinate staff were ordered to go home.

yes, go home.

Without exception, more than 200 officials in the "Outer" Court of the Metropolitan Police were all cleared.

Chen Yunfu expressed his understanding of this situation.

The safety of the crown prince is more important than Mount Tai, so of course we can't keep these officials on the spot, it would be a disaster if they want to hide evil people.

"Just look at me and tell me, it's in vain."

Zhao Qian began to mutter as soon as he left the house, but Chen Yunfu just smiled and said disapprovingly, "How can you call it a waste of time? Although we have left, what we did was left there. The truth is that we won't run away." dropped."

Seeing that Zhao Qian was about to say something, Chen Yunfu patted the former on the shoulder: "Okay, we have been tired for more than a day, come to my place, I will treat you to dinner."

For the work in more than 70 rooms, because Chen Yunfu was busy making the quilts, Zhao Gan took the initiative to take over the other tasks. Chen Yunfu remembered this situation.

Hearing that Chen Yunfu wanted to treat him to dinner, Zhao Qian was very happy, and all his troubles were forgotten.

This is a master who doesn't let things go.

The two of them were relaxed, but at this moment, the Metropolitan Procuratorate was extremely tense inside and out.

After Zhu Biao came, he just took a brief look at the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and then planned to leave. Zhan Hui, the Zuodu Yushi of the Metropolitan Procuratorate who accompanied him, said something casually.

"Your Highness, would you like to have a light meal at our capital's procuratorate?"

Zhu Biao came at the first quarter of the day, and after an hour of shopping, it was the quarter of Shenzheng, which was equivalent to [-]:[-] in the afternoon. After another half an hour, it was indeed time for dinner.

Zhu Biao paused, thought for a while, then nodded to Zhan Hui, "Since Master Zhan has opened his mouth, I will accompany you to have a drink with Master Zhan."

Here Zhu Biao calls Zhan Hui "Master Zhan" because Zhan Hui is not only the censor of Zuodu of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, but also has an incredible title.

Prince Shaobao!

Therefore, Zhan Hui's official status is from the first rank instead of the second rank, and belongs to the real central-level officials of the Ming Dynasty at this time.

Seeing Zhu Biao appreciating his face like this, Zhan Hui burst into a smile, and said repeatedly: "Then His Royal Highness, take a rest in the backyard temporarily, thinking, go to the dining room and order to prepare the banquet."

Ge Sidao, who was accompanying a large group of censors, hurriedly took orders, and here Zhu Biao entered the backyard accompanied by Zhan Hui and a large group of censors of the Metropolitan Procuratorate.

As soon as he entered the wing room in the backyard, Zhu Biao naturally saw the 'tofu block' quilt lying quietly on the bed.

At just one glance, Zhu Biao fell in love with him.

"good."

Opening Jinkou lightly, Zhu Biao praised, and tilted his head in satisfaction to boast to Zhan Hui: "The Metropolitan Procuratorate has really put its heart into the internal affairs. It is not sluggish. It has done a good job."

The clean and tidy house and the beautiful and beautiful tofu all added image points to Zhu Biao, and Zhan Hui was also happy to see it.

"Who stacked it?"

Zhu Biao asked casually, and the eunuch who accompanied him yelled out the question.

"The prince has something to say, who made the quilt?"

The sharp and bright voice was clearly heard by the officials guarding the door. Chen Xinli hastily pulled Ding Jitong beside him.

"Who made the quilt?"

"Yes" Ding Jitong didn't expect that it was just a quilt, but he could still get into the eyes of the prince, so he felt his teeth itching with hatred, but he didn't dare to lie openly, so he could only sulk and say, "It's Chen Yunfu. "

Chen Xinli didn't have the time to care about Ding Jitong's mood, so he immediately shouted at the top of his voice, "Returning to His Royal Highness, it's an official from our Zhaomo Division, named Chen Yunfu."

Zhu Biao in the room naturally heard it too, and nodded slightly.

"Call that Chen Yunfu here."

Zhan Hui was a little surprised: "Your Highness, it's just making a quilt. How can a mere official be worthy of your personal interview."

"Master Zhan, don't you think the folded quilt is really beautiful and tidy? I just want to see how it is folded. When I get to the palace, let the Shang Palace Bureau teach the people in the palace like this."

Zhan Hui nodded and asked someone to go out and explain.

The task of running errands to find people naturally fell on Ding Jitong's head, even if this guy was unwilling in his heart, he could only do it.

Although Ding Jitong knew that Chen Yunfu lived in the top three north of Liren Street, he really didn't know exactly where, so he had to ask.

The first one that clinker asked, the concierge said.

"You're asking about the little master Daoming. He lives here at No. 17. If you go straight from here, there is an old house."

When talking about NO.17, Ding Jitong felt vaguely familiar, and his eyes widened suddenly after thinking about it.

Isn't that the residence of Yan Wen, the former servant of the Ministry of Officials?

Ding Jitong's uncle worked in the Ministry of Officials, and his father also worked in the Ministry of Officials before becoming a Hanlin scholar, so Ding Jitong had heard it from his family earlier.

NO.17 of the top three in the North.

Damn it, why did Yan Wen's mansion end up in Chen Yunfu's place?

Ding Jitong was thinking wildly, and suddenly came back to his senses.

"What did you just say, little master Daoming?"

"Yes, you don't know?" The porter looked Ding Jitong up and down, and said in surprise, "Don't you say that you are a colleague of his Metropolitan Procuratorate? You don't even know this?"

"This, huh." Ding Jitong said awkwardly, "I also just arrived at the Metropolitan Procuratorate."

"No wonder." The concierge let out a huff without doubting him, and shook Chen Yunfu's whole body like beans poured out of a bamboo tube: "This one is not simple, you can see that he is young, and he was a Taoist in the Temple of Heaven before he returned to vulgarity." The great masters of my generation, Empress Xiaoci passed away, this little master was one of the people who entered the palace to guard the spirit, and later even chanted for Empress Xiaoci in the palace for half a year, this house was bestowed by His Majesty today."

At the end, he smacked his lips and said: "Not only the house, but also more than a dozen maids, hey, all of these maids look like fairies. I heard that they used to serve the queen. Shang Gongju taught it from a young age."

Ding Jitong fell silent, almost dumbfounded.

Who the hell would have thought that Chen Yunfu would be so big if he had a background!

The emperor bestows a mansion or a court lady?

Did what I did before offend Chen Yunfu to some extent?
(End of this chapter)