The Life of Locking the Heavy Building is Absurd

As the saying goes, the autumn tiger is so hot that people are dead, and September in Dadu suddenly drags people back to a few months ago. Even if there are three maidservants fanning at the same time, Cao Guogong lying on the bamboo bed is still hot and sweating profusely.

Wan Zixiao went to the Ministry of Rites to live a lot of life, reviewing and proofreading ancient books is quite satisfactory, supervising and supervising the homework of the Taixue Academy, and has never done anything to win friends.From this point of view, King Jin's move was indeed as Cao Guogong guessed—it was purely for selfishness.

As soon as this matter settled down, another matter immediately became a serious worry for Cao Dang.

Cao He, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, stood on the bamboo bed with a troubled expression on his face: "Uncle, what are you going to do about He Yudiao's case?"

"What can we do?" Cao Guogong moved his huge body, curled his lips in dissatisfaction, and turned his big eyes up in disgust: "It's just that he said he was capable, but he made such a big mistake, He Yudiao is really an exaggeration !"

After a few days of torment with internal burns and external heat, many blisters appeared in his mouth. Cao He licked his lower lip in excruciating pain: "But it's not an option to let it go, after all, he knows too much about us."

Cao Guogong picked up a sweat towel to wipe off the sweat from his head, and said earnestly: "Since you know what to do, why do you ask me? You can decide what to do in the future. He'er, you are the hope of our Cao family. No matter what uncle does I want you to live well in the future, and only in this way can I be worthy of my eldest sister..."

Cao He curled his lips, took a portion of grapes and put them in Cao Guogong's hand.

On this side, the court hall of King Jin and Cao Guogong is dark and turbulent, and on the other hand, the Taoist priests in Zhenyuan Temple are not idle.

The gray robe and black shoes were scuffed and dirty, the hair crown on the top of the head was crooked, and the face was covered with pot ash or toner, so the original face could not be seen clearly.Going up the mountain from the west to Zhenyuan Temple, before reaching the first pavilion, I saw a little Taoist priest carrying a food box and a washbasin to greet him.The old Taoist had a full meal unceremoniously, then rolled up his sleeves, and did not lift his face until three basins of clean water were washed black.

This person was the Taoist priest Qingxian who visited Gong Ziyuan that day.

"Master Qingfeng, the poor Taoist is back."

Entering the inner room of the Taoist temple, Qingxian heaved a sigh of relief, and finally suppressed the nervousness of the past few days.

Compared with Qingxian's relaxation, Qingfeng is anxious and restless, full of questions waiting to be answered: "Senior brother, how is it? What is the background of that young master Yuan?"

Qingxian calmed down and downplayed: "It's not clear yet, but my disciples have been inquiring around. The only thing that is certain is that he is definitely not an ordinary businessman...and..."

"And what?" Qingfeng couldn't wait, staring at Qingxian as if trying to see through him.

Qingxian smiled and said it very easily: "He seems to know about Zhenyuan Temple!"

Qingfeng was taken aback, and his face turned pale: "How could it be? If he knows, then Prince Jin must also know... In this way, wouldn't it be..."

Qingxian pressed his shoulders, and said in a calm tone: "Don't worry, although Gong Ziyuan knows that Zhenyuan Temple is involved with the higher-ups, he may not know that King Zhao is behind us. Wait and see what happens, don't mess yourself up!"

Suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, Qingfeng backed away in a hurry: "Senior brother is absolutely right, it's because I don't have enough cultivation..."

The rather strong old Taoist waved his hands, his face changed slightly: "Master Qingfeng, don't be too busy talking about self-blame. Compared with this, I want to know how Gongziyuan or the King of Jin would know..."

"This? How could I know!" Surprised again, Qingfeng stomped her feet in denial.

Daoist Qing Xian no longer pretended to be pleasant when he saw this, snorted and sneered, "Master, if you want to pretend to be stupid, then the old Taoist priest, I will just say it straight! I suspect that there is someone in your Zhenyuan temple whose surname is not Zhao!"

After staying in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment for some days, except for the routine interrogation, He Yudiao did not see any difference, and He Yudiao began to feel uneasy.No matter how stupid he is, he has struggled in this court for more than ten years. He knows exactly who Cao Guogong is.

"Master He is really kind. I think all the mice in the prison should respect you." "Pharmacist Cai" in the next cell laughed and said, "How is it? Can you survive today's meal?"

He Yudiao squatted decadently in the corner, holding half of a black-faced steamed bun, and said nervously: "Keep your voice down! Be careful to let others listen, he won't even know how he died!"

"Pharmacist Cai" squeezed his eyes and made a bitter expression: "Dead? You poisoned the prince, the evidence is solid, how long do you want to live?"

He Yudiao threw down the steamed bun, grabbed the fence of the cell, and shouted with a livid face, "You still have the nerve to say it! Old man Cai, you framed me! What benefits did they give you to deserve it!"

"Pharmacist Cai" waved his hand, flinched back, and said in a hoarse voice, "Oh! I'm so scared! I'm so scared! Your Majesty He really scares the villain to death!" .

He Yudiao's face darkened a lot again, the corners of his mouth twitched, and the veins on the back of his hand clutched on the pillar bulged, as if he was pinching the neck of the ruined old man.

"Pharmacist Cai" winked for a while, covered his stomach and rolled on the ground laughing.

He Yudiao stared blankly at the person opposite him playing, then let go of his hand suddenly, his face turned pale, and he muttered in a low voice: "You are not old man Cai...you are not old man Cai! Who are you? Who asked you to frame me! "

Cheng Qian froze when he heard the words, and unconsciously stretched out his hand to touch the skin on his face. He didn't find any flaws, and then rushed to the fence, stretched out his head and shouted: "Master He is crazy! Master He is crazy!"

At this time, He Yudiao calmed down, sat down on the ground and stared at the shuttle mice, saying, "I understand...they want to drive me crazy like old man Cai...who would believe a lunatic! Cao Yuzhang you What a poisonous heart! I have worked so hard all these years in vain! Let's kill each other! We will die!"

There are always various reasons for people to be fat, among which gluttony always occupies the first place.

As we all know, Cao Guogong has always had an excellent appetite. No matter what delicacies from mountains and seas, lard bibimbap, or corn-bread pickles are in front of him, as long as he can put them in his mouth, he can chew out a seven-point delicacy.The more than one hour long lunch was finally over, Cao Guogong sat down on the chair after drinking and eating, and then rubbed his stomach and said to the officials waiting outside the door: "How is He Yudiao?"

The little official in green hurriedly took a few steps forward and knelt at Cao Guogong's feet: "Humble and incompetent, that... that He Yudiao is really cautious. Before each meal, half of the food will be given to the rats to test the poison. We have no chance at all..."

Cao Guogong patted his stomach and narrowed his eyes: "The old man promoted you from the bottom one by one, just to listen to the saying 'incompetent in low positions'? If you don't have a chance, you can think of a way. It will be hard for everyone if He Yudiao doesn't die!"

The green-clothed official climbed a few more steps forward, raised his head and said in a trembling voice: "The night is the most guarded, we might as well send someone... together with Cai Yaoshi to kill it, so as to avoid future troubles..."

Cao Guogong took the post-dinner soup from the maid and drank it all. He brushed his mustache and said, "Then you can make arrangements... If you hear the phrase 'incompetent in a lowly position', go down and accompany He Yudiao!"

The little official in Tsing Yi kowtowed to thank him, lifted his official robe and escaped Cao Guogong's sight.