Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Murong Fu was also puzzled: Didn't he just say "no destruction, no construction"? What's so special about it? Why did the old prime minister change his mind?

"However, you have to protect me along the way and ensure my life and property."

Zhang Dun’s straightforwardness made Murong Fu a little dazed for a moment: How did this involve his life and property?

"Okay, I will definitely stay by Prime Minister Zhang's side all the time." Murong Fu agreed.

Zhang Dun led the way, and the two of them came out of the pile of rocks. Looking at the formation of rocks behind them, Zhang Dun sighed, "I have been living in seclusion for these years, keeping a low profile, just to keep this useful body and serve the court again. To be honest, if you were not the direct disciple of the old gentleman, I really wouldn't dare to entrust my life to you."

Zhang Dun thought that Murong Fu was Su Xinghe's disciple, and Murong Fu didn't want to explain, so he just let him think so.

Arriving at the backyard monastery, not long after they sat down, the little Taoist boy who had led Murong Fu up the mountain came to report in a hurry: "Master, something terrible has happened!"

"Why are you so flustered? This is a place of seclusion and there is no manners at all." There was obvious dissatisfaction in Zhang Dun's tone.

"Someone has come from Leizhou, and Minister Cai has passed away in exile!"

"what!"

Zhang Dun's hands trembled violently and he lost his composure.

"Is the news true?"

The little Taoist boy said in panic, "It is absolutely true. Prime Minister Cai's family is in the front hall. He rushed from Leizhou for three days and three nights to report the death."

Zhang Dun only felt a buzzing in his head, and muttered to himself: "If this is true, if this is true..."

"Quick, invite someone over!"

Zhang Dun closed his eyes in pain and shook his head slightly.

"It has finally come to this day. I never thought that you, Brother Zhizheng, would leave before me."

Murong Fu roughly guessed who this "Brother Zhizheng" was, but he didn't know that this former prime minister, Wang Anshi's right-hand man, also had such a deep friendship with Zhang Dun.

After a while, the little Taoist boy brought in a middle-aged man who looked to be around thirty years old.

The man was wearing a white mourning dress and a pair of black leather boots with thousand-layer soles. He cried loudly as he entered the door: "Uncle Zhang, you must redress the injustice done to my uncle."

Zhang Dun asked, "Who are you?"

Murong Fu was slightly surprised: Old Zhang doesn’t know this person?

The man then stopped crying a little and began to tell the story in a halting manner.

"Uncle, I am your distant cousin. Because the family business was in decline, my uncle asked me to work for him. After my uncle was exiled to Leizhou, his family stayed in his hometown, and I was the only one who served and cared for him. On the third day of last month, several merchants from other places came to see my uncle. After meeting them, my uncle sighed for a long time and told me that if he had any misfortune, I should inform you. At that time, I didn't take it too seriously, thinking that my uncle was complaining because he had been in exile for a long time. Unexpectedly, three days later, my uncle didn't get up in the morning. When I went to call him, I found that he had died for a long time."

Zhang Dun was shocked when he heard this: "How could this happen? How could this happen!"

The man continued, "I remembered my uncle's instructions before he died, so I didn't dare to stay and headed north, traveling day and night, and finally met my uncle. Uncle Zhang, please consider our friendship as officials in the past. You must redress the injustice of my uncle."

"Oh, by the way, my uncle left a letter before he passed away, asking me to present it to you, uncle, for your review."

As the man spoke, he took out an envelope from his sleeve and presented it respectfully.

After hearing this, Zhang Dun had no doubts at all and hurried forward to take it.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, something changed suddenly. A sharp light flashed in the man's eyes, and he flipped his palms, and a sharp palm wind slapped towards Zhang Dun's chest.

This happened so suddenly that Zhang Dun himself was completely unable to react. Not to mention that he was a scholar who knew almost no martial arts, even a first-rate master would be seriously injured if hit by this palm.

"Die!"

The man used all his skills to kill the enemy with one strike, but he was blocked by a soft force the next moment. The powerful palm force was like a bull trapped in a swamp, and he had no power at all.

Then there was a slight "bo" sound, and the man's whole body was bounced back. Then his body went numb and he froze on the ground, unable to move.

Zhang Dun escaped death, and after a moment of shock and anger, he regained his composure and asked: "Who sent you?"

A hint of ruthlessness flashed across the man's eyes, but before he could make any move, there was a slight "click" sound, and his jaw was removed. Then, a palm was slapped on the face with a "slap", and a tooth was knocked out.

Murong Fu lightly kicked the tooth in front of Zhang Dun and said, "The tooth contains a deadly poison. It looks like he is a well-trained ruthless character, not an ordinary gangster. Do you want to interrogate his origins?"

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Zhang Dun snorted coldly: "Origin? It's just that group of people. Who they are specifically, is it important?"

Murong Fu asked: "Then how should we deal with it? Should we keep it as a handle?"

Zhang Dun said, "Handle? The struggle in the court has never been decided by a handle. Kill him, so that he won't be an eyesore."

This seemingly weak man, Wensheng, talked about killing someone as calmly as if he was saying that the weather was nice today.

There is no such thing as a purely good person who can reach the high position of prime minister.

Murong Fu said: "In order to prevent you from encountering any unexpected events, please come with me to my humble abode so that I can protect you."

Zhang Dun thought about it for a moment and agreed.

That night, Zhang Dun stayed at Murong's residence. At night, the two of them lived in the same room to prevent any accidents.

Under the candlelight, Zhang Dun and Murong Fu chattered about the past.

"I wonder how you will meet your Majesty after you arrive in Beijing?"

Zhang Dun was silent for a moment, then shook his head and sighed, "I haven't thought of a solution yet. With my current position as the head of the palace, I don't have any chance to go to the capital to see the emperor. I can only take it one step at a time after arriving in Beijing. Even if I can see the emperor, I can't do it openly. It's best to meet with the emperor in private and let him know. Otherwise, once those hypocrites know about it, the imperial censors' impeachment alone will put me in an irreparable situation. Thinking about the incident at the Chegai Pavilion, I still feel scared."

Zhang Dun said, "Cai Chi and I were both Jinshi in the same year. We served in the same court for more than 30 years. We were both Wang Jinggong's right-hand men. I didn't expect that Cai Chi would die before me. You were right when you said before, 'Nothing can be done without destruction.' Humph, these people broke the rules, so don't blame me for not following the rules."

As he spoke, a cold light flashed in Zhang Dun's eyes.