A day passed by, and in a blink of an eye, the sun sets again, and the moon hangs in the sky. Under the full moon, a simple sedan chair came to a restaurant. After the sedan chair was stopped, Jiang Huan, the young master of Dali Temple in plain clothes, walked to the sedan chair, and after giving instructions to the sedan chair, he went directly into the restaurant and went up the top floor. He walked to the innermost room and stopped and knocked on the door. He waited respectfully. After waiting for a while, the people inside did not respond. There was no way, he could only push the door and go in.

On the couch near the window inside, sat a very old gray cloth robe with a kind face of about 46 or 7 years old. He leaned against the couch and held his chin and looked out the window.

And what he saw was Lu Jue's mansion.

Jiang Huan did not rush to interrupt his thoughts, but took a few steps forward and looked at the main entrance of Lu Jue's mansion outside the window. The two lanterns hanging on the tightly closed door swayed gently with the breeze, as if the fate of its owner was swaying. After looking for a while, he turned his head to see the man's calm expression, sighed, and interrupted his thoughts and said, "Your Majesty can be relieved this time. The lord has moved the assassin out of the Ministry of Justice."

The man's expression moved slightly, and did not retract his gaze. He said, "It seems that he no longer wants to sit and wait for death. It's great. I can worry about one less thing. Let's sit down." King Luo Zhu Zhen held a million troops in his hand, but who would have thought of a simple outfit now?

Jiang Huan thanked her and sat on the other side, saying a little worriedly: "He has been a fool or a wise man for so many years. It is not impossible to see if he works with him in a humble position. Sooner or later, one day, the adults will find out that the prince is young. He is just over the age of twentieth and is still young, and his temper is not yet determined. At that time, the reason is unknown, even if he will take care of his emotions and do not do anything to the prince, he will definitely feel grudges. Without his assistance, I am afraid that the prince's road will become more and more difficult to walk in the future."

Obviously, King Luo did not take this matter to heart. He smiled, turned his head and lowered his eyelids to fiddle with his cuffs, touching the embroidery that had been worn out, and said sadly: "When this matter started, everyone was destined to be doomed. Since he couldn't escape, why bother thinking about those useless things anymore." He sighed heavily, and sighed with emotion: "Some things can't be avoided and pretended that they don't exist. Ziyu has left the royal family for too long, and I don't know how cruel the struggle here is. I hope this matter can remind him to understand who he is and what he should do. They are blood relatives, and this debt must be collected by him personally!"

Jiang Huan asked, "Since the lord has already made a mistake, should I go there this time with a humble position? He has sent someone to my mansion twice?"

King Luo raised his head and smiled and said, "Go, as long as it is his business, you must come as soon as possible." He then moved his eyes out the window and murmured in a low voice: "It doesn't matter if he hates me. Even if he loses this life, I can't make mistakes again!"

Jiang Huan quickly stood up, raised his hand and bowed, "Yes, the prince is worried that Hu Zhi will do his best to protect the Lord Jing, and Hu Zhi retired." But before he could turn around, he remembered something, and immediately turned around and said, "Prince, the spy who monitors Mr. Zhou came to report that Mr. Zhou has already met the temple minister when he returns home."

Upon hearing this, King Luo seemed a little angry and said, "Why didn't the spy report directly to me?"

Jiang Huan said: "The prince has instructed that as long as you enter the Han Marquis' Mansion, no one is allowed to disturb you. There is no way for the spy to be the only one who can be humble." He took a few steps forward, bent down and asked humbly: "Would you like to communicate with Mr. Zhou in advance? In this way, the prince will have an additional person to discuss, and his life will be easier in the future."

King Luo shook his head and refused directly: "Forget it, in order for him to be kind, it would be better not to let him know nothing."

It seemed that he had made up his mind, but Jiang Huan couldn't help but remind him: "But,,,,,,,"

King Luo made a move to stop him and said, "Okay, it's getting late, Ziyu should rest. He will solve his health earlier. He can rest as soon as possible. Go quickly!"

"yes"

"By the way, Yang Shuxiao went to his place, be careful."

"Yes, I understand." Jiang Huan said nothing, gave a gift, and retreated.

The King of Luo was left alone, and then turned his gaze to Lu Jue's mansion, brushed the embroidery on his sleeve, clenched his fists, and watched him leave the man.

Jiang Huan was a little embarrassed to be a lobbyist. Although his colleagues with Lu Jue for several years knew that he was as polite as a gentleman and kind to others, his well-known name was not for nothing. He had never been ranked second in the second grade and was incredibly glorious. How many people could withstand flattery? Although Lu Jue seemed to be unaffected, who knew what it was. In addition, he was involved in the case of witchcraft, the case was closely related to his identity. If there was anything wrong, it would be hard to imagine if it ended with his means.

He walked to the gate of the Lu Mansion with complicated thoughts. The mansion manager sent someone out of the house. In advance, King Luo had already said that this person had come earlier. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he hid aside. After the man got into the sedan chair and left, Jiang Huan walked out.

The manager who sent out the passengers was about to turn around and returned home until the sedan chair was about to turn, but before he could turn around, he saw Jiang Huan coming over. He hurriedly walked down the steps and walked up to hold his hand and greeted him: "Little Liu Fuling has seen Lord Jiang."

Jiang Huan also bowed and bowed and said, "Sir, I am so kind. I wonder if I am going to bed because I am late?"

"My young master is waiting for the adults, please come in." He raised his hand and made an invitation gesture.

"Please" Jiang Huan was not very polite. As Liu Fuling entered the mansion, when King Luo met, King Luo revealed that the Dali Temple Chief Yang Shuxiao was in the mansion. He just saw it with his own eyes. He was afraid that the arrival of this person would conflict with his purpose, so he asked, "The person whom Mr. Liu sent it out just now seems to be Yang Sicheng?"

Liu Fuling smiled and nodded, "That's right." He didn't seem to care why this person had arrived long ago, but he wanted to not meet his colleagues.

He answered directly without thinking too much, but Jiang Huan was a little embarrassed. He lowered his eyes slightly and asked, "I asked more, I wonder what the lord calls him?"

Liu Fuling said: "The young master said that he had been ill for half a month and neglected to manage the work of Dali Temple, so he asked Yang Sicheng to take some recent files to check it out."

"File" Jiang Huan seemed to have thought about something, and thought for a moment, frowned and asked, "Didn't you go to the Ministry of Justice? Don't you have any plans?"

Liu Fuling said: "I don't know the young one. It's hard for us servants to ask about the master's affairs, right?"

Just thinking about it, it was impossible for Lu Jue to be cautious in doing things that would not let his servants know too much. Jiang Huan did not ask more questions, but apologized: "I am rude."

"Mr. Jiang is so good that he has really ruined the young man." When he walked to a fork in the road, Liu Fuling stopped and bowed to Jiang Huan and said, "Sir, I'll send you here. Please go in by yourself!" He raised his hand and made an invitation gesture to the garden next to him.

Following his invitation gesture, the garden was full of brocade, and bursts of faint fragrance came slowly. In the depths of the plum trees and green bamboos, there was a single-family pavilion by the quiet pool, with lights flashing there. He pondered for a moment and asked, "Sir, still living in the garden?"

Liu Fuling sighed with concern and said, "Oh, you also know that his old disease is not easy to get noisy. Compared with the main courtyard, this place is relatively quiet. In addition, winter is about to begin. The cold weather in the north is too cold. The young master's body cannot bear it. There is a fire wall built on three sides of the sunshine here. After living in, he didn't plan to let him move away."

Jiang Huan nodded to signal that he understood, looked at the park again, and then asked with apologies: "I am really sorry that I am not here to disturb you so late. It's too late to return to the mansion because of busy business. I wonder if I'm here in such a hurry, can I disturb the adults' rest."

"Since the assassination, the young master has gone to bed very late every day. Even if Lord Jiang doesn't come today, the young master will not rest early. Alas! I'm worried that if this continues, the young master's body will not be able to bear it." The worried look was still calm and he felt leisurely.

Why Lu Jue had insomnia Jiang Huan felt like a mirror in his heart, and he didn't say it or point it out. He then started to follow the trend and said, "It's hard for adults to encounter such a difficult thing when they are sick, and worrying is not a solution. It's better to just do this, so I will explain to you how you are."

This made Liu Fuling happy and very grateful: "That's great, I'm going to tell you that although Liu is the manager of the Lu Mansion, he is just a servant after all, and he is so gentle! If Lord Jiang can make my young master feel relieved, Liu Fuling will be grateful!" After that, he bowed and bowed.

Jiang Huan quickly reached out and lifted him up, bowed and bowed, saying, "Sir, I should do my best."

"Liu Fuling thanked the adult again." After another gift, he said apologetically: "I'm really sorry, my young master's medicine is still boiled on the stove. When the person is clumsy and cannot master it well, the young man will not send the adult in. The young master is waiting in the hall, and the adult invites him to come in."

"Where, sir, please do whatever you want."

"please."

"Please." Seeing Liu Fuling leave, Jiang Huancai stepped into the garden.

Lu Jue's house is not big or luxurious in the capital with luxury houses, but it is famous in the capital. There must be something extraordinary about him! The house has three courtyards, four in and four out, and the front courtyard is a party meeting, side courtyard, and backyard. A winding veranda separates the backyard residence from the garden. Although the garden here is not as good as the royal palace and the large mansion, it is small, exquisite, quiet and comfortable, with green bamboo, plum trees, and pools and pavilions.

The plum trees and green bamboos in the garden are all the best and rare. The plum trees are called "Three Seasons Red". After autumn, the weather turns cooler, and the plum blossoms reopen, and the fragrance is floating. In this bustling and noisy place, it is a rare place to cultivate your body and mind. Through the plum trees, green bamboos will reach the house by the pool. Under the moon, the flowers are like a fairy residence.

When Jiang Huan entered the brightly lit central hall, he did not see Lu Jue. When he was surprised, he heard the sound of water boiling. He smelled the faint fragrance of plum blossoms. He looked at the dim side room with the lights flashing with the fire. There was no other sound except the sound of water boiling.

Bypassing the chair, he entered the side room. The layout of the side room was very simple, just like a study room, but there was an extra table, a few chairs, and a long couch leaning against the window. Lu Jue was holding the book in his hand and approaching the candle that was about to burn out carefully. He couldn't see his face clearly under the dim light, but he could only see that he was wearing a plain robe with wide clothes, and the corners of his clothes were loose and loose, making his already thin sick body even thinner.

The pot of water on the long table in front of the couch had been boiling for a long time, and he didn't care at all. He looked at the file in his hand attentively, and did not pay attention to Jiang Huan's coming in at all. In addition to the tea-making utensils, there were also several files from Dali Temple, as well as an open letter and a handful of red beans. The words on the envelope were not real, but the font seemed to be from a woman's hand. Looking at the files carefully, the files were yellow paper deficit melting wax seals, and such a sign was a royal secret case. After the assassination, rumors about Lu Jue broke out. Jiang Huan seemed to understand something. He pondered for a moment, coughed twice, slowly stepped forward and folded his hands, and bowed deeply: "The lower official Jiang Huan greeted the temple minister."

Hearing the sound, Lu Jue raised his head and glanced at him, put the file in his hand on the red beans, sat down, slightly curled the corners of his mouth and said tiredly, "I am really sorry to let Lord Jiang come here so late, don't stand, sit." He picked up the lonely lamp beside him, got up to light the other lamps in the house. While lighting the lamp, he said, "I have been unable to eat and sleep these days and feel bored, and no one can talk to him. Today, I suddenly thought of Lord Jiang, so I sent someone to the mansion several times with shame."

Jiang Huan's eyes kept following him, until he lit up all the candles in the house and answered: "Since there is something urgent, why don't you send someone to the temple to summon me? I've been waiting for this long, so I'm afraid that the officials will disturb the adult's rest."

Lu Jue blew out the candle that was about to burn out in his hand and said, "Where is, Lord Jiang doesn't blame him."

Jiang Huan quickly stood up and put his hands on his face, "Why did you say this? Even if you are not a subordinate, the senior official should care about you as your brother."

However, Lu Jue just smiled and didn't reply.

After waiting for a while, no Lu Jue replied, Jiang Huancai asked about his visit to the Ministry of Justice today: "My lord has seen the assassin in the Ministry of Justice. I don't know what to ask, have you made plans in your mind?"

Lu Jue turned around and glanced at him, snorted faintly, "Sure enough, there is nothing to hide around me. It's only half a day, and everyone knows about my trip to the Ministry of Justice." When he turned around, his eyes flashed with sadness, which made him lose his elegance and a little more desolate and helplessness.

All the lights lit up Lu Jue's appearance became clear. His handsome face showed a pathological paleness without a trace of blood, but it contained elegant style, with broad eyebrows and bright eyes. If it weren't for the red mole on his left eyebrow and his pale face, he reduced his anger, domineeringness, and added a bit of elegance, his face would only make people feel unattainable. But despite this, his kingly temperament brought by life still makes people look up to him.

His words made Jiang Huan unable to answer for a moment, and the scene became awkward. After a stalemate, Jiang Huan turned his head and looked at the files on several of them, and found an excuse to break the deadlock and said, "The files that the lord looked at are royal secret cases, and they are not witchcraft cases, right?"

Lu Jue sat back on the couch and smiled gently and nodded, "Yes."

Jiang Huan frowned and reminded: "Sir, you should understand what you are in. People are so terrifying. Why do you have to choose this document at this moment?"

But Lu Jue just smiled faintly and did not answer his words. Instead, he changed his topic and said: "I came to you to discuss the assassination you are participating in, and by the way I want to hear what your opinions are. After all, I am involved in this matter. Although I have no choice but to be guilty of being punished, I feel uncomfortable in my heart."

Jiang Huan was still thinking about why he proposed the witchcraft case, but he was so suddenly that he didn't know how to answer it. After a moment of silence, he sorted out his thoughts, and then his topic said: "There are pros and cons of the three departments, and some things cannot be controlled by one person after all. The adults are kind-hearted to calm down the matter, but not everyone wants to leave it alone. There are always some people who don't care about the big deal when watching the fun. If this matter is so easy to solve, and the emperor is so clear about the court, how could he just bet the case not be released?" Jiang Huan's words have already reached the point. Not only did he tell Lu Jue about the case, he would not understand it easily; he also reminded him that someone would hinder him.

At this point, Lu Jue coincided with him, nodded his head and said with a flash of eyes: "That's right. Your Highness Jin has been dead for ten years. He will not take revenge sooner or later. But isn't the purpose of raising the banner at this time obvious?"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Huan didn't even think about it and said that this sentence did not look like Wuxin, but it looked like intentional: "Zheng Yunlin is a minister in the court. Even if he is not a career in officialdom, would he ignore his precious reputation? Historical books are infamous for eternity!"

Lu Jue looked at Jiang Huan with a strange look, not knowing what he was thinking in his mind, his expression gradually changed from calm to cold, cold: "The fine brushwork of history books is just written by the victorious man. As long as you hold on to the imperial heir and then hold on to the new master, why worry about not being able to be glorious?"

"Indeed, who is the main person in the palace fighting? What a glorious King Jin was back then? Is it just that the whole family was framed by these dangerous villains? How many unjust souls should have been quelled in this witchcraft case, but how many people dare to say and how many people dare to rehabilitate them. Why did the court appointed the prince long ago and refused to show up? Is it just because they are brothers?" As he said that, he stood up and walked to Lu Jue to bend down, patted the files and whispered: "Those who are gone are gone can be chased. If the lord does not gain a foothold, how can the deceased be discussed!"

Lu Jue knew very well what he said. No matter what purpose he meant, indeed, identity is more important than anything in this era of distinct hierarchy! Since he had no choice but to embark on this road, why not make the road under his feet easier? Then the pawn who caused this initiator was the first stepping stone on his road!
Chapter completed!