The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

Zhou Muchiao is a little dull.

He didn't believe it. King Jin thought so much when he saw him a few days ago, but he had no evidence.

The most important thing is that the red suede quiver that King Jin mentioned is real, and it is also true that red muntjacs can smell the scent of their own "corpses" and sense danger and escape in time.

Also, he didn't feel it at the time, but now after hearing what King Jin said, he recalled that the blood of this red muntjac did seem to be quite fishy this time?

The emperor was confused by Zhou Shiyue's convincing claim that "his father had sent him a dream".

He couldn't help but ask, "Did the emperor come to you in a dream?"

Zhou Shiyue sighed, "Why else would I go to Weiming Mountain when I have nothing to do?"

"Why didn't my father send me a dream?"

Zhou Muchiao wanted to say, Your Majesty, are you focusing on the wrong thing?

The prince was a little worried because this question was not easy to answer.

But Zhou Shiyue didn't even think about it and answered as a matter of course, "My royal brother is sick. What if he dreams about my father again? Besides, when my father was alive, he was very confident in my royal brother, but he didn't like me. He always scolded me when he didn't like me. Now he is not a human being, how dare he scold you?"

"Besides, my brother can't leave the palace at will. If he hears that something is wrong with Weiming Mountain, he will have to send me to take a look."

The emperor listened to the previous sentence and it seemed to make sense.

After hearing the last sentence, the corner of his mouth twitched. No, where on earth did Zhou Shiyue get the confidence to send him to see if something happened?

If his father really appeared in his dream, he would definitely ask the second prince to go and see.

But now he couldn't refute it.

"Anyway, I asked Qingfeng to seize the red muntjac, but who knew that your friends showed off their horse riding skills when they were leaving," Zhou Shiyue looked at Zhou Muchiao with a half-smile, "and took your horse away. The red muntjac was already on your horse's back, and my men are mediocre and can't ride horses, so we couldn't stop them."

It's always your own problem.

After all, those people are asking for death.

Zhou Muchiao opened his mouth, but was speechless.

On the way back to Beijing, a friend of mine did boast proudly about his horse-training skills, saying that he had led his horse away from the sight of Prince Jin's guards.

"Hahaha, the King of Jin wants to seize this red muntjac. This is what the young marquis hunted. If it is really seized, wouldn't that be bullying? When I led the horse away, the guard was probably stunned and had no idea what to do."

At that time, his friend Yu Hua said this with a big laugh.

"Royal brother, did you hear me clearly? It's not that I don't want to seize that red muntjac." Zhou Shiyue turned to the emperor, very sincerely.

The emperor glanced at Zhou Muchiao.

He was somewhat disappointed. Zhou Muchiao was actually a good kid, loyal to him and filial, but sometimes he was not very flexible.

Zhou Shiyue said he had admitted everything, so is there nothing else to say?

Now that he has admitted it, how can he help those children get justice?

"Even if it was a dream from my father, it doesn't mean that there is something wrong between Weiming Mountain and the red deer. This is just your guess..."

Before the emperor could finish his words, Zhou Shiyue interrupted him again.

"How can it be a guess? Didn't those people die after eating the red muntjac? Zhou Muchiao vomited and had diarrhea after eating a piece of meat, and he can prove it."

Zhou Shiyue looked at Zhou Muchiao and gently rubbed his nose with his fingers.

He didn't seem to have any special intention, but Zhou Muchiao himself didn't know why, but when he saw his little action, he remembered the big embarrassment he made on Weiming Mountain that day.

After returning to the city, he took three baths, but still felt that he had some smell on his body.

"By the way, weren't you feeling unwell? Why did you come to the palace to serve the sick?" Zhou Shiyue brought it up again as if nothing had happened, then turned to the prince.

"Isn't there the Crown Prince here? And Zhou Ling," he looked at the Second Prince who was still sleeping soundly, and sneered, "Aze, wake him up. His father is sick and hasn't slept yet, he's here dealing with the mess of those ignorant kids, but he's still there, we've been talking for so long, he's still like a chicken pecking at rice."

After he finished speaking, he didn't even wait for the prince to call for help. He picked up a cup of tea and poured it at the second prince.

The prince immediately stopped walking.

"Ah! Who! Who splashed me!"

The second prince was suddenly splashed with a cup of tea. He jumped up with a startle.

Zhou Muchiao looked at Zhou Shiyue in shock.

Is Prince Jin so fierce in front of the emperor? Even he knows that the emperor favors the second prince the most.

The second prince dozed off here for a long time, but the emperor didn't complain about him at all. But the tea poured by the crown prince had a little smoke in it, so the emperor complained that he didn't control the water temperature well, and he didn't drink the tea poured by the crown prince, and just left it there.

Unexpectedly, the cup of tea ended up being splashed on the second prince's face.

"I splashed it on you." Zhou Shiyue said lightly.

The second prince came to his senses, met his deep eyes, and was startled again.

"Uncle Emperor?"

He is wronged!

Why has the uncle always been so rude to him since he was a child? Now he's throwing tea at him!

The second prince subconsciously looked at his father again, wanting his father to support him.

"Your father is ill, and you are sleeping so soundly. You are such a filial son!" Zhou Shiyue scolded.

The emperor opened his mouth but could not speak.

Zhou Shiyue was speaking for him, how should he scold him?

The second prince was indeed a little outrageous. They had said so much, but he was not even woken up!

Even the emperor couldn't help feeling a little angry.

"Zhou Muqiao is still not feeling well, so it is not convenient for him to stay in the palace to take care of the patient. He should leave the palace." Zhou Shiyue made the decision again.

"Also, your friends are so unfortunate. How to inform their families is also something you should think about carefully. You should consider how to calm the family members of the deceased. If you use inappropriate words, it would be inappropriate to let them go to Beijing and cause a commotion."

Zhou Shiyue's words gave Zhou Muchiao a headache.

If those people came to his house to make trouble, would it mean that his words were inappropriate when he reported the incident?

"Also, since the Zhou family's cook served the red muntjac to them without asking clearly, the cook must be detained first. When the time comes, the families of the deceased will come to seek justice, and then someone will be handed over."

"You are still not feeling well. It seems that the management of the Zhou Mansion is also flawed. I will have this man sent to the Dali Temple directly. It will be more appropriate."

Zhou Shiyue arranged everything in a few words, and didn't care that the Second Prince was in a mess with tea all over his head and face.

He turned to the emperor again and said, "Brother, you should have a good rest. You still have to show up in court tomorrow. Censor Lin was beaten half to death by you and he is still not awake. You have listened to me chattering for so long now, so it should be okay for you to listen to the ministers' nonsense in court."

"Also, to prevent the court officials from seeing the inkstone you smashed and thinking of Censor Lin who was smashed, I asked someone to deal with the inkstone as well."

"Brother, what do you think?"