Zhu Xu appeared in the lobby of the Ministry of Justice at the point, and stood the left and right guardians behind him.

Feng Zhu held the emperor's edict in his hand, and Cao Wenzhao carried the lunch box.

"The lower official has met His Highness Hui."

There were crowds of people, and the sound was not loud, but there was also some echo.

Zhu Xu held his hands behind his back, feeling quite unconscious of everyone's eyes. He raised his head and said nothing. He walked directly to the lobby table and sat down on the chair.

As the crowd watched, Cao Wenzhao put the lunch box in his hand on the table, first took out a plate of roast chicken, followed by sauce, then chopsticks, knives, small bowls, side dishes, etc.

It was not until he was put down that Zhu Xu seemed to have just discovered the group of people below, stood up and looked around, waved his hand and said, "Everyone is free, come and see the seat for the Duke."

Zhang Guoji below looked at Zhu Xu like this, thinking about Queen Zhang’s message, and felt a little calm, and raised his hand slightly and said, “Thank you Your Highness.”

Zhu Xu looked at the person below, smiled with satisfaction, and said, "Okay, let's start." After that, he sat down.

After Zhu Xu finished speaking, a middle-aged man with a dark face and seemed honest face stood up, bowed and fisted at Zhu Xu and said, "Your Highness, my Shangshu, recently, I felt cold and was unwell. I was sleeping at home. The youngest person came to take leave."

As soon as he finished speaking, a thin person who was hiding his eyes across from him stood up and said, "Report to your Highness, my elders are busy with official duties today. I left Beijing yesterday. I know that the saint is dead. The one with a very small life is here to take a leave."

Zhu Xu looked at the two of them and his mouth moved, and he was clear in his heart. Obviously, the Ministry of Justice and Dali Temple were involved, but the intention was to refuse, so he could only find two cannon fodders to come.

Looking at the two of them, one should be the Minister of Justice of the Ministry of Justice, and the other is the Lord of Dali Temple.

He waved his hand and said, "Okay, I understand, let's start."

After saying that, he picked up a scarf-like white cloth from the desk and tied it in front of him, picked up a knife and started to deal with the roast chicken in front of him.

The people below looked at each other, whispered to each other, and their eyes fell on the face of His Highness Hui, who had already started dining in the lobby of the Ministry of Justice.

But Zhu Xu seemed to be unaware of it. He ate roast chicken and served the ingredients and the food was very enjoyable.

Zhang Guoji sat down and nodded secretly.

After all, His Highness Hui is only seven years old, so naturally he cannot really cut off any case. It is normal to make trouble. In his opinion, this case itself is no longer important to him, Zhu Xu, and the Queen, no matter what the result is. The key is the process of handling.

They are already sure to win, as long as His Highness Hui doesn't do anything randomly.

For second-rank officials like Zhang Heming, let alone one of them is the chief lieutenant or the other is the official, even their boss, the minister of the Dali Temple, and the Minister of Justice have no right to go to trial. If the person in charge does not speak, those who do not want to wade into the muddy water will naturally not speak.

The lobby of the Ministry of Justice was strangely quiet, except for the sound of His Highness Hui eating roast chicken.

Zhang Guoji closed his eyes, as if he had seen nothing.

The Minister of Justice and the Lord of Dali Temple looked at each other with a strange look. This is the lobby of the Ministry of Justice, which is a very sacred place. How could such a ridiculous thing happen?

The two looked at each other and raised their eyebrows. The Ministry of Justice's official stood up tacitly and bowed slightly and said, "Your Highness, you can start the trial."

Zhu Xu sipped his thumb in his mouth, and looked at him in a vague way and said, "Yeah."

The Yuanwailang was stunned for a moment, looked at Zhu Xu, frowned, and said thoughtfully in his heart, "Sir, just ask me to cooperate. Whatever your Highness says is what you want. As long as the final blame is not allowed to be taken by the Ministry of Justice. Since that is the case, I will ignore it."

The Yuanwailang made up his mind, bowed his hand again, and stepped aside.

The Dali Temple Master Bo was stunned for a moment, looked at the eyes of the Ministry of Justice, and immediately understood it. He also shut up and stood there without saying a word, like a wooden stake, without moving.

In the lobby, except for Zhu Xu's people, Duke Zhang Guoji and Dali Temple Master Bo, everyone else was from the Ministry of Justice. When they saw that the Minister Wailang did not speak, they naturally looked like sculptures, and even controlled their breathing very well without any movement.

‘It’s true that they are all old fry.’

Zhu Xu sighed in his heart. Although he was indeed very hungry and had a happy meal, his eyes swept over from time to time. Looking at the expressions of Dali Temple and the Ministry of Justice, their thoughts were naturally easy to speculate. He even expected that these people had already made up for a long time. In the end, whether it was good or bad, the responsibility would be put on him, the presiding judge.

‘Since you want to play, then play a little bigger!’

Zhu Xu swallowed the last piece of muscle into his mouth, then turned to look at Feng Zhu, and said, "Little Fengzi, I am thirsty, go and buy me a bowl of soup at Lao Shengji. Remember, don't be sweet, light and sour, salty, the color should be clear, not too dense, the temperature should be moderate, not too hot, you know that I avoid eating, go and do it, come back within an incense stick of time, it will be cool and not good to drink."

"It's Your Highness."

Feng Zhu agreed sharply, glanced at the group of people below, and walked out of the lobby of the Ministry of Justice to buy the after-dinner soup for His Highness Hui.

The people in the lobby all looked weird, but their eyes fell on Zhang Guoji, the adults of the Ministry of Justice and Dali Temple. After all, His Highness Hui is young and has a pampered life. Such things look absurd, but they are just the willful and nonsense.

You adults are here, don’t you say anything?

Zhang Guoji sat upright, closed his eyes, and was resting his energy. To put it more directly, he was drowsy.

The Ministry of Justice and the Dali Temple Master held his hands, lowered his head and eyes, and looked like he was not in charge of his own affairs.

Zhu Xu wiped his hands, then looked at the group of people below, blinked his big eyes, and said with excitement and confusion: "Have you started?"

The Ministry of Justice's official stands out and says, "I'll wait and listen to Your Highness's orders."

Zhu Xu nodded with satisfaction and said, "That's good."

The sleepy Zhang Guoji immediately opened his eyes and turned to look at Zhu Xu. The others in the lobby naturally felt nervous. They all knew that His Highness Hui was about to officially start the trial.

But they opened their eyes wide and looked at Zhu Xu for a long time. Zhu Xu didn't say a word, holding his chin with both hands and looking at everyone below with interest, as if waiting for something.

Zhang Guoji's face moved, suppressed his smile, and closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

The Ministry of Justice and Dali Temple were embarrassed and turned back calmly.

Zhu Xu's mouth slightly raised, spending time with these people.

"Your Highness,"

Feng Zhu trotted in, handed a lunch box to Zhu Xu, and smiled flatteringly: "The soup is here, and it is made according to your requirements."

Zhu Xu couldn't wait to take it over, opened the box, took it out, took out the spoon, stirred it carefully, observed it, and started drinking it after a while.
Chapter completed!