Chapter 66 Framed
Back in the yard, put the food box in front of Gong Lianyou's door. It can be eaten after heating. Don't waste it.
Gong Lianyou's letter had been sent out a long time ago, but Zhao didn't care if he hadn't received the letter yet. He could wait. At most, he would include Gong Lianyou's food expenses in the ransom.
Half a month passed, and life was dull. Zhao lived almost the same life except for rest. He got up at Chenshi in the morning, went to Zhaoyu at Sishi, and then went to the second floor to work. If there were official documents, he would ask Yu Jielin. If there were no official documents, he would drink tea and read picture books. He would go to the kitchen to eat when it was time, repeat the morning operation in the afternoon, and go home after half past Shenshi. Although life was not fulfilling, Zhao liked it very much.
Today was the Jinyiwei regular meeting once a month. The thousand households and above had to gather at the Jinyiwei Yamen. Rather than a regular meeting, it was better to say that it was a small meeting of the Jinyiwei high-level. The weather was a little hot, so it was naturally impossible to walk all the way in official uniform. It would be hot to death. He must bring clothes with him and change them at the Jinyiwei Yamen.
There were two pacification officers in each of the North and South Pacification Offices, four pacification officers in the Qianhu Office, two commanders, three commanders and commander Lu Wenyu, less than fifteen people, it is not an exaggeration to say that it was a small meeting.
When Zhao arrived at the hall, there were only two or three Pacification Offices drinking tea, and Zhao only knew Yu Jielin among them. After greeting everyone, he naturally sat next to Yu Jielin.
After a while, a small flag announced that Lu Wenyu was on the way, and everyone went in to change into official uniforms. Although the official uniforms of the Jinyiwei were all called flying fish uniforms, in fact, only Lu Wenyu could wear the real flying fish uniforms. Even the commanders and commanders actually wore red bullfighting uniforms. When it came to Zhao's Pacification Officers, they could only wear turquoise unicorn uniforms. Although the two looked similar, there was a huge difference between them. The flying fish uniform must be granted by the emperor before it could be worn. As for the small Jinyiwei below, although it was called bullfighting uniforms, it was just a common name, and there was actually nothing embroidered on it.
After several people changed into their official uniforms, Lu Wenyu had already entered the door. Zhao, like everyone else, stood in front of the steps waiting. Less than a pot of tea, Lu Wenyu led several people into the hall. What surprised Zhao was that Lu Wenyu did not wear a red flying fish suit today, but a dark yellow python robe.
Wow, no wonder people say that the commander is the commander, and Lu is the commander. The emperor's favor is so strong, I really envy him.
After everyone sat down, Lu Wenyu spoke, and after a bunch of meaningless words, he reported to different pacification envoys. With Yu Jielin, Zhao was happy to be free.
The meeting lasted for two quarters of an hour. After everyone left, Zhao relied on his nephew's status to come forward and teased, "Fifth Master, it's more than the third rank, right?"
The third master next to him and the other commander who stayed to drink tea, the seventh master, laughed, laughing at Zhao for not knowing the goods. Even Lu Wenyu couldn't stop laughing, pointing at the dragon robe on his body. "A third-rank official can wear this? Only me and Eunuch Feng can wear it! Just enjoy it!"
"Commander-in-chief plus Taibao and Taizi Taibao, and the special promotion of Guanglu Doctor." The third master smiled and explained to Zhao Jue.
Damn, Zhao Jue couldn't help but exclaimed, three dukes and three orphans, a first-rank official, Zhao Jue couldn't help but be surprised, this is the end of being an official!
The three saw Zhao Jue's expression of eating shit, and couldn't help laughing for a long time. Zhao Jue had no choice but to bow and salute, and then run away. He should go back to eat and wait for death. His boss is too fierce, and there is no hope of replacing him!
The ordinary days continued. A few days after the regular meeting, the people of the Demon Sound Palace exchanged Gong Lianyou for 2,500 taels. Zhao Jue made a lot of money. He didn't have to carry a lunch box home anymore, and he was relaxed and happy.
During this period of time, the rumors about the young master of Xijian Villa in the capital gradually subsided. However, the martial arts world was already in chaos. The two leaders of the Cao Gang had already fought for the position of the leader, but the death of the leader disappeared in the wind. The Sword Washing Villa in the north was not idle either. After a tour of Mount Tai, they arrested anyone they suspected and killed several famous martial arts people. The Golden Sword Valley took the opportunity to recruit some people and fought with the Sword Washing Villa.
The instigator, Zhao Jue, was hiding in Zhaoyu, ignoring the outside world, drinking tea, reading books, and listening to music in the brothel. He was very comfortable. The storm gradually rose, waiting to get bigger and bigger.
At night, when it was dark, Zhao Jue walked home with big steps. In the past few days, Zhao Jue had been asking about the news of the Seventh Princess's husband, but he didn't expect that this kid was really unwilling to spend money.
Back in the yard, Zhao Jue took off his clothes and wore pajamas to cool off in the yard. It was almost summer, the weather was a little hot, and the summer heat had started. The room was a bit stuffy, so Zhao moved a recliner to lie in the yard, and Zhaocai slept on one side, shaking his tail and breathing.
When the surroundings gradually became quiet, Zhao got up and put on a black nightgown, covering his face, leaving only his two eyes exposed. He quietly jumped onto the roof, landed silently, and approached the princess's mansion quietly according to the plan.
After running the star-chasing and moon-chasing technique, Zhao had already entered the back garden of the princess's mansion after a few afterimages. He performed the breath-holding technique to the extreme, hiding behind the tree like a stone, motionless. At this time, let alone the third-grade, even a junior master could not tell without careful feeling.
When it was late at night and the candles were extinguished in the princess's mansion, Zhao groped slowly. Approaching a house, he did not dare to use his true energy, so he could only lean against the wall and listen carefully to the movement inside. After waiting for a while, he slowly moved in and saw that the person on the bed was not the prince consort. Change another one.
Zhao had been stalking the princess's mansion for several days in a row, so of course he knew what the prince consort looked like. This time he came not to kill anyone, but to find out where the prince consort lived so that he could frame him.
Killing is too superficial. It can only be eliminated physically, and it cannot cause continuous pain to others. Frame-up is different. It is the kind of frustration that cannot be expressed, the helplessness of not being trusted, and the pain of not being trusted. It is really the best way to kill the heart.
It is not a good thing that the house is too big, just like the princess's mansion. Zhao Jue touched nine rooms in a row, and even saw the princess, but there was still no sign of the son-in-law. This made Zhao Jue very upset. Wouldn't he really turn the entire princess's mansion upside down?
Fortunately, in the twelfth room, Zhao Jue finally found the son-in-law. Although he had seen what the son-in-law looked like a long time ago, he still felt a little emotional when he saw it up close. He is worthy of being the son-in-law of the emperor. He looks really good. Thick eyebrows, big eyes, white face and long beard, and angular appearance really conform to the aesthetics of ancient people.
After determining the residence of the son-in-law, Zhao Jue looked around the furnishings in the house and remembered that this was the advance preparation for framing, and he couldn't be careless. Combined with the environment outside the house, Zhao immediately chose the location and waited for the implementation of the frame-up.
At this point, Zhao finally breathed a sigh of relief, ignored the sleeping prince consort, wiped the traces on the ground, closed the doors and windows back to their original state, and quietly left the princess's mansion.
Back in the yard, Zhao changed his clothes and lay on the recliner, quietly selecting the candidate in his heart. This person must have some background, some connections, and some fame, otherwise how can he reasonably put the prince consort into Zhaoyu?
After thinking about it, Zhao's head was a mess. He hadn't chosen the candidate yet, but he was annoyed. He simply stopped thinking, anyway, there must be a way to get to the mountain. After drinking a pot of tea, he went to sleep.
Prince consort, you will enjoy it, just need to go to Zhaoyu, Zhao has to consider a lot.
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