Lord Moyu was forced to open

After returning to the palace from outside the palace, Zhao Jun's mood became very complicated. Firstly, the fourth child was indeed worthy of his death, and secondly, he was related to him by blood after all.

No matter what, this was a brother with the same blood as him who ended up dying in his own hands.

Only I can understand the complex emotions involved, but everything is in the past.

People are dead, people who deserve to die are already dead, and people who are alive should live well.

As for the Ding family and the Lu family that were the culprits, the Ding family has been completely wiped out. Only Ding Nie is still alive, and he is left to dry outside the city gate for a few days from time to time.

Lu family...

Zhao Jun's eyes narrowed. Since the Lu family can't tell the difference between the wealthy and aristocratic families in the south, then all the wealthy and aristocratic families in the south should be cleared away. No one can escape as the culprit!

While Zhao Jun was thinking, Wang Huaien suddenly ran into the palace.

"Your Majesty, there is news from outside the palace!"

Zhao Jun looked startled?

Outside the palace?

What news from outside the palace?

Seeing Zhao Jun's confusion, Wang Huaien quickly reminded: "Your Majesty, it's the Wind Chime Pavilion."

Zhao Jun suddenly realized, and then asked doubtfully: "Is it so fast?"

Wang Huaien immediately said: "This slave doesn't know, maybe it's just a coincidence."

"Okay, get ready for us to leave the palace."

"promise!"

Just returned to the palace and left the palace.

Not long after.

The third floor of Feiyun Restaurant.

Zhao Jun waited here for less than a quarter of an hour before Feng Sheng was led up to the third floor by the waiter of Feiyun Restaurant.

The luxurious decoration and wide space around the third floor, Feng Sheng's eyes are full of wonder.

When he saw Zhao Jun drinking tea by the window, he hurriedly trotted to Zhao Jun and said respectfully:

"Master Zhao!"

Zhao Jun turned to look at him, nodded slightly, picked up the teapot, poured out a cup of tea and placed it on the opposite side of the table. He stretched out his hand and said softly:

"sit!"

Feng Sheng didn't dare to be lazy and hurriedly went over to sit down, but he didn't dare to sit down fully and only dared to sit down on half of his buttocks. The other half of the butt is hanging in the air, ready to stand up again at any time.

After pouring himself another cup of hot tea, Zhao Jun gently blew away the foam floating in the tea cup and asked casually:

"I heard that you have fulfilled my request and found the person?"

Feng Sheng quickly stood up and nodded repeatedly: "According to your request, Mr. Zhao, we have found a person who is the person we know who best meets your request.

But whether it can be done or not depends on what Mr. Zhao thinks. "

Zhao Jun smiled and then said:

"Tell me about him."

"it is good!"

Feng Sheng began to describe the news he had received from his family.

"This man's surname is Zhang, his given name is Tang, and his given name is Zhongyuan.

He was a Jinshi in the 20th year of Tiansheng and was a native of Xishifu, Guanzhong County. His family was originally an ordinary farming and studying family. His parents died young and he was raised by his brother and sister-in-law. However, this man's road to the imperial examination was not smooth.

It can even be said that it was difficult. His parents did not die in a normal way. The reason was that the land at home was occupied by local tyrants. They disobeyed and the family was set on fire in the middle of the night. This boy was lucky enough to go out for a night out and escaped. , but he knew that he could not take revenge with his current strength alone, so he took refuge with his brother and sister-in-law who lived in the next town overnight, and won the first place in the local government examination the following year.

With the help of his brother and sister-in-law, he even came to the capital to participate in the imperial examination.

He was admitted as a second-class Jinshi at the age of only sixteen years old, but his whereabouts were eventually known to his enemies in his hometown. This enemy had some connections in Beijing. Logically speaking, he could enter the Hanlin Academy, but the Jinshi at the same time All of them were appointed by the imperial court, but he was the only one who had the reputation of being a Jinshi but did not get any official position. Moreover, news came not long ago that the brother and sister-in-law who supported him accidentally fell into the water and died. This made him even more afraid to return to his hometown. He survived by copying letters for others in the capital. Some time ago, when the imperial court was carrying out major projects He even ignored the dignity of scholars and sold his energy in exchange for food and wages to survive. "

After listening to Feng Sheng's introduction, Zhao Jun touched his chin and thought while saying: "In other words, this boy is now a loner, and he also has a big hatred for the gentry and powerful people. At such a young age, he can resist impulsiveness and not act impulsively, and he understands his situation. This is also a person who can bend and stretch. Generally speaking, people who can do this will be ruthless enough when they attack!

So be it, Mr. Feng. "

"Mr. Zhao, you are so polite. Just call me!"

Zhao Jun ignored him and continued: "Where is this person now?"

Feng Sheng thought for a while and then confirmed: "Every night he sets up a stall at the Mahang Street Night Market to help people write letters. As for where he will live, he is not sure. If he can make money, he will have a place to live. If he can't make money, he will have a place to live. , there is his figure under the bridge.

To be honest, it would be quite miserable for a dignified scholar with a Jinshi background to end up like this. "

As he said that, Feng Sheng couldn't help but shake his head, with a look of sympathy on his face.

Zhao Jun smiled, "It's better to be miserable!"

The worse he is, when he encounters an opportunity to make a comeback, he will firmly seize it!

Only then can he be trained to become a good dog that bites wherever he points!

The lights are on and the neon lights are flickering.

The Majing Street Night Market is as bustling as usual, with people coming and going here to find their own happiness, and businessmen going about eating.

Zhao Jun brought Wang Huai'en here again, and felt quite emotional when he saw that it was still as prosperous as before.

Because when I came here, I discovered the filthiness of Daxiangguo Temple, and I came here again in order to find someone to solve the filthiness of Buddhist temples all over the world. Then I actually came back here. This is really a great fate.

Shaking the folding fan gently in his hand, Zhao Jun walked north in the direction given by the wind, and soon saw a small stall at an intersection.

The stall is not big, with an old wooden table and a black flag standing beside it, with a letter written in four large yellow characters.

On the table, all the four treasures of the study are available. A young man in his late teens and early 20s in a long gown is writing a letter in his hand seriously, and an old man in his seventies is muttering something to the side, presumably about what he wants to write.

The master and servant Zhao Jun walked forward quietly. At this moment, Zhang Tang just finished writing the letter in his hand and handed it to his father-in-law.

"Uncle Zhang, the letter is written. Can you read it?"

The old man opened his cloudy eyes and read the entire letter carefully. In fact, he was counting numbers to see if it was the same as what he just said.

After confirming that they were the same, a big smile appeared on his face and he placed five copper coins on the table.

"Mr. Zhang's writing is really beautiful. He is worthy of being a scholar. That's right, that's right, there are so many words.

This is the money for Mr. Zhang to write a letter. After Mr. Zhang collected it, the old man went back first. "

"Old man, walk slowly."

The old man took the letter and left with satisfaction, and Zhang Tang began to pick up the copper coins on the table one by one.

Just when he was about to pick up the last copper coin, suddenly!

Snapped!

A closed fan was placed on top of the copper coin, and at the same time, a familiar but mocking voice sounded in Zhang Tang's ears.

"Hey! Isn't this Brother Zhang? Brother Zhang is a noble Jinshi, how did he end up writing for people on the street for a living?

Isn’t this an act of humiliation?

Hahaha!

Brother Zhang, do you still remember me? "

Zhang Tang paused while holding the copper plate, then raised his head and looked at the fat man in front of him, who was wearing rich clothes, with a bitter look on his face.

"Brother Qian, how are you doing after a long separation?"

"Okay! Very good! Thanks to Brother Zhang, I inherited the family business after I lost my name. If you see the Deyi Building in front of you, it is my family's property. Now I can only make a living as a rich man, but Zhang How did brother end up like this?

Could this be retribution? ah? Ha ha ha ha! "

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(End of this chapter)