Chapter 122: The Golden Palace Trial

The next morning, when Zhao Duan walked into the dining room, hot meat buns had just been served on the table.

"Da Lang has arrived just in time, breakfast is just ready."

Eugene Hua smiled as brightly as a flower, picked up the brown wooden chopsticks, and picked up a white bun.

She held it in the palm of her other hand, puffed up her snow-white cheeks, blew gently a few times, and handed it to his bowl.

My stepmother seems to be in a very good mood today.

"Yeah," Zhao Duan was thinking about something and couldn't concentrate.

As he sat down, he picked up the meat bun and took a bite, and asked curiously:

"Zhao Pan is not here again?"

Hey, why did he say again?

Eugene bit her lip and said tactfully, "She's not feeling well."

Yesterday she said she had bloating, and today she feels uncomfortable again... Zhao Duan glanced at her slightly embarrassed expression, and said with an idea in his mind:
"Is it your menstrual period?"

Guishui, also known as red tide, is also called "menstrual period".

When Eugene Hua heard this, even though she was old enough to have children, her cheeks still blushed with shame, and she stammered, unable to answer.

Although the atmosphere in the Dayu Dynasty was relatively open, as a concubine, she still couldn't bring herself to discuss such topics openly with her stepson.

It seems that my guess was right... Zhao Duan smacked his lips and said nothing more.

At the dinner table, the two ate in silence.

After a while, Eugene Hua finally got rid of the awkward atmosphere, and thought of the happy things, and said:
"Da Lang, I have something to tell you. Saltpeter can really make ice."

Eugene Hua tried it yesterday with a nervous mood, and actually succeeded.

Although because the room was hot, only a thin layer came out.

But it is undoubtedly real ice.

Just make more and lower the temperature of the room, and the thickness of the ice will probably increase.

I wanted to tell you last night, but after Zhao Duan came back, he went straight to sleep, so I couldn't hold it in until now.

"Really? Not bad."

Zhao Duan was not surprised. After all, he had seen the whole process through the "Mirror of Love and Lust".

Eugene Hua said happily:
"My aunt calculated that saltpeter is much cheaper. Now our house won't be hot and stuffy during the dog days."

Zhao Duan smiled and said:
"Are you satisfied with just this?"

Eugene Hua was stunned, not knowing what was going on.

Zhao Duan didn't explain much, but started to think about it in his mind.

The successful verification of Eugene Flower shows that this formula is indeed feasible, but because the method is too simple, it is difficult to establish "industry barriers".

I can only take advantage of this hottest time of summer to make a fortune.

This requires the assistance of a large-scale commercial entity. Zhao Duan only wants to make a quick buck and has no interest in doing business.

Who to cooperate with?

Given his status, it would not be difficult for him to find a merchant with the recipe, but it would not be easy to find a reliable and trustworthy one.

After all, it is a highly profitable business with no barriers to entry…

"Forget it, we'll talk about it later."

Zhao Duan still has to go to the palace today to wait for the first-hand news after the court meeting.

This will determine the fate of Marquis Xiajiang and Princess Yunyang.

Although Ma Yan told Zhao Duan not to worry about it, he would still feel uneasy unless he saw it with his own eyes.

After filling his stomach in a few bites, Zhao Duan said "I'm done eating", dressed neatly, picked up his sword and walked out.

When he reached the Chuihua Gate, he hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked towards the wing room.

……

Zhao Pan'er's boudoir is in the west wing.

As the night passed, the room became filled with heat.

The window was open, and the pale sky in the east mixed with the fresh air blew away the stale heat in the room.

"Wow--"

Inside the house, Zhao Pan stood in front of the washstand, scooped up water from the washbasin and wet his face.

The girl has inherited her mother's beautiful face perfectly. Her eyelashes are as long as small brushes and are trembling. Drops of water are rolling down her fair neck.

The black hair, which was unkempt and slightly messy, added a touch of laziness.

The girl had a slightly thin figure, wrapped only in a small white dress, but she looked weak.

"call."

Zhao Pan wiped his face, covered his lower abdomen with one hand, walked to the window and frowned.

I looked towards the front yard, thinking that my mother and that man should be having dinner at this time.

She didn't want to go, and not just because she was not feeling well.

Also, every time the family of three ate at the same table, the mother always took good care of her "brother".

It seems that she is the outsider.

Of course Zhao Pan understood what his mother meant by doing this.

After all, as Zhao Duan said, what she and her mother ate, wore, and used... all came from each other.

Everything, including being able to live a peaceful and stable life without suffering from the malice of the outside world, depends on him.

So, what qualifications do I have to blame anyone?

But the bitterness and grievance in my heart can't be shaken off.

In the girl's vague memory, she still remembers when she and her mother first came to the Zhao family.

Although that "brother" also had a stern face, he was actually not a bad person.

She was still young at that time and didn't know much. Perhaps out of instinct, she liked to play with her handsome brother.

Although the other party always looked impatient, Zhao Pan never got tired of it. Even though he was sent back again and again, children had short memories and would soon run over happily again.

One time, Zhao's father ordered Zhao Duan to take her out to buy cakes, but Zhao Duan found her annoying and left her alone on the side of the road.

Little Zhao Pan squatted there in a daze, not daring to leave, waiting anxiously for her brother to come back. However, this only attracted a group of beggars who came to snatch the longevity lock from her body. When she refused to give it to them, they started beating and kicking them.

Zhao Pan still remembers that Zhao Duan, who had just bought some cakes, rushed into the crowd like a mad dog and rescued her with sticks. The bruises on his face took a month to heal. At that moment, Zhao Pan felt that it was great to have a brother.

But that was the only good memory left. Afterwards, as Zhao Duan entered his rebellious period, the relationship between the brother and sister became increasingly cold, and when he moved out, they were like strangers.

Then, when Zhao Duan came to power, his temperament changed drastically and he became a "evil wolf" in her eyes.

Zhao Pan was wrapped in a single layer of clothes, thinking about the past.

She seemed to see again the "brother" whom she once loved but now disliked as much as she did.

Wait… not as if!
"Haha, what are you doing standing there like an idiot? Are you waiting for your husband like others?"

Zhao Duan, who was wearing an officer's robe and holding a long sword, laughed.

Zhao Pan was stunned for a moment, and a low cry was held in his mouth.

Then her face suddenly turned red and she stretched out her arms to close the window - she was only wearing a small dress!

"Peng!"

However, Zhao Duan's big hands held the two window frames and glanced at her:
"Why, you don't want to see me?"

"You...let me go!" Zhao Pan used all his strength, but the window did not move at all.

Zhao Duan sighed:
"Shouldn't you be crossing your arms?"

Zhao Pan was stunned for a moment, then he realized it belatedly and let go of his hand, hugged himself, and said vigilantly:

"What are you going to do?"

But Zhao Duan stretched out his hand like lightning and patted her shoulder, infusing her with a pure martial arts aura, and turned around and left:
“Delivering warmth to your doorstep.”

Muttering in my heart:
It's inexplicable. They are dressed tightly. What's so scary about that? They said the atmosphere is open...

Sending warmth?
Zhao Pan stood there in a daze, seemingly not understanding what was happening.

It wasn't until I felt a warmth in my lower abdomen, as if there was a stream of air swirling around it, that the pain was gone.

The girl suddenly came to her senses and looked in the direction her "brother" had left, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.

"Is he... concerned about me?"

Outside the gate.

Zhao Duan, who had just sent a warm greeting, felt refreshed and got into the carriage.

To the coachman Xiao Wang who was waiting outside earlier:
"Enter the palace."

At this time, the sun had jumped out of the horizon and the entire capital was shrouded in sunlight.

It was another sunny day...but for some reason, Zhao Duan suddenly had the illusion that there were dark clouds covering the sky.

……

Imperial Palace, outside the Meridian Gate.

As early as dawn, officials came to the spacious square.

In an ordinary small court meeting, the number of participants is no more than a few dozen people, but at this moment, they are gathered in groups of two or three, with clear boundaries.

Many officials were talking in low voices, glancing at the two people in the crowd in tacit understanding.

Dali Temple: Zhou Cheng

The Imperial Supervisor: Ma Yan

Obviously, the conflict between the two yamen last night had already spread in the circle, and all the civil and military officials in the court knew that there would be something exciting to watch this morning.

"clang--"

As the bell of the Meridian Gate rang, all officials fell silent.

Following the eunuch's footsteps, they entered the Golden Palace and took their place in line.

Then, Empress Dayu, wearing a dragon robe and a crown with curtains, finally arrived and sat on the dragon throne, looking down at the ministers:

"Do you have anything to report?"

"I have something to say!"

Not surprisingly, the Dali Temple Chief Justice, wearing a scarlet official robe, with a square face and obvious "chuan" wrinkles on his eyebrows, stepped out.

After a few steps to the front of the palace, holding the memorial in hand:
"Your Highness, Minister Zhou, impeaches the Imperial Court Supervisor Ma Yan for allowing his subordinate, Lihuatang Police Chief Zhao Duan, to commit crimes, forcing his way into the Imperial Court by force, forcibly detaining Xia Jianghou, and for injuring thirteen officials including the Minister of the Imperial Court He Zheng. You have disregarded the law and acted recklessly..."

Zhou Cheng's voice was sonorous and powerful, like a steel knife, and every word was tinged with murderous intent.

Describe the conflict that occurred last night.

Although all officials had heard about it a long time ago, they were not sure whether the details were true or not.

Hearing the impeachment at this moment, they were all secretly shocked, and their eyes towards Xian Ma Yan suddenly became more hostile.

We share the same hatred!

For the ministers, the imperial court was their common enemy.

What's more, this time even a big shot like the Chief Justice of the Dali Temple was brought to his doorstep, which undoubtedly aroused their empathy.

On the throne, the empress listened quietly. Behind the curtain made of pearls was her majestic and calm face.

If Zhao Duan was here, he would definitely discover another side of Zhenbao. Compared to her in white clothes, Xu Zhenguan at this moment is more like an emperor who has the power of life and death.

"Ma Yan, how do you explain?" The empress lowered her eyes and looked at the latter.

The eunuch with a stern face and messy eyebrows was calm. He also took out a memorial from his sleeve and presented it with both hands:

"Everything I want to say is in the memorial."

Next to them, a eunuch handed over the two men's memorials.

Seeing this, Dali Temple Minister Zhou Cheng said loudly:

"Your Majesty, the thread of this matter is clear and irrefutable. I just want Lord Ma to answer one question, whether he will force his way into our Dali Temple and arrest the criminals that our Dali Temple has arrested first."

Xu Zhenguan held the two memorials that had just been handed to him, without opening them, and looked at Ma Yan.

All the ministers turned their eyes to him.

Ma Yan faced countless hostile gazes and nodded calmly:
"Yes."

wow——

In an instant, the whole court was in an uproar.

…………

I had a serious writer's block and it took me an entire afternoon to finish this chapter. I'm so embarrassed.

Thanks to godess-moon for the 1500 points reward!



(End of this chapter)

previouscatalognext