Da Qin: I became friends with Zhao Zheng

Zhao Zheng didn't care about such trivial matters. He came back to eat with Yao Xing!
This afternoon, he was on tenterhooks, fearing that Yao Xing would be in a bad mood after hearing too many misfortunes.

Now that I look at it, it’s okay.I am angry but not sad, and I have diverted my attention, which is good.

As for the lack of a minister, Zhao Zheng didn't care at all. He deserved it. Without conclusive evidence, Yao Xing would not judge arbitrarily.

Perhaps because he was angry in his heart, Yao Xing ate an extra ear of corn during the meal, which made Zhao Zheng click his tongue in surprise.

At night, Yao Xing couldn't sleep for a long time, thinking about whether the palace maid who went to the Han family to interrogate the servants could find out the truth and give justice to the person who died in vain.

Zhao Zheng was also disturbed by Yao Xing who was tossing and turning next to him. He sat up and chatted with Yao Xing:

"Are you so angry that you can't sleep? You'll be so angry that your eyes will be black and your face will be sallow tomorrow?"

Of course not. If there was a choice, how could Yao Xing not sleep.It was obvious that he wanted to sleep but couldn't, so he lay on the bed tossing and turning.

If possible, who wouldn’t want the magical ability to fall asleep in one second?

"I can't sleep~" Yao Xing also sat up and shouted in collapse.

Zhao Zheng rubbed his twitching eyebrows and sighed: "This is the first person who comes to complain to you, and you can't sleep. What will you do in the future? It's their family's fault not to have dreams? "

"This is not something I can control!" Yao Xing sighed, feeling helpless.

Zhao Zheng was extremely helpless and could only ask tentatively: "How about a bowl of soothing soup?"

"If you don't drink it, it won't be effective if you drink too much. Besides, what if the evidence is found out in the middle of the night!" Yao Xing pouted and shook her head.
Now it's not just the eyebrows that are jumping, but also the temples that Zhao Zheng is pressing.

"If evidence is found in the middle of the night, do you plan to interrogate it in the middle of the night?" Zhao Zheng looked helpless. He was already sure that with Yao Xing's character, he would do it.

So I wasn’t even a little shocked.
Yao Xing chuckled and agreed without any objection.

Zhao Zheng couldn't sleep anymore, so he simply got up and put on his clothes, and took out his pent-up anger on Han Bu, who continued to kneel down after receiving the punishment.

However, Yao Xing did not interrogate him in the middle of the night, because the evidence was sent to the palace early the next morning, and Yao Xing was so sleepy in the middle of the night that he fell asleep on the bed.

The only respect for this evidence is that Yao Xing did not stay in bed this time. When the palace maid said that the confession and certification had been brought into the palace, he sat up instantly, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and let out a sleepy look. The palace maid took care of the grooming and dressing.

And Zhao Zheng stayed up all night.He gave warnings to all the women in the family who were at odds with each other and who were suspected of doting on concubines and killing their wives. He ended the morning court hastily, left the government affairs to Fusu, and then returned to the dormitory to sleep.

The evidence was the same as Yao Xing thought, that is, the maid next to the concubine couldn't stand the interrogation and confessed the cause of the death of the legitimate son.It was the doting concubine who arranged for the kitchen to add laxatives to the wet nurse's food, and then led someone to lead the young master to the well. A woman pushed the young master down.

And Han Bu knew about this.

Yao Xing was so angry that he had Han Bu dragged out and given thirty lashes. As a result, a palace maid hesitated and persuaded: "Mother, Han Bu is an official after all. He must be convicted and dealt with. If he is beaten now, he will be beaten to death." ”

Yao Xing was stunned for a moment, was twenty big boards enough to kill him?