One hour later.

Zhou Heng sat in the flower hall holding a teacup and looked at the courtyard.

It is not as big as a plum garden, but the yard is very delicate and has been taken care of by someone. All the utensils inside are complete. Needless to say, this was the emperor's order. From moving out of the Ning Prince's Mansion yesterday to less than a day, it was so quick that it really made people look angry.

The people in Huichun Hall lived in the east courtyard, and the guards who came back with Zhu Yunmo lived in the west courtyard. There were still many free places in the backyard. Zhu Yunmo put down the teacup and prepared to get up to see what was placed there.

At this moment, Pang Xiao hurried in from outside, and Zhu Yunmo looked at Pang Xiao with a look of confusion.

"What's wrong?"

"Master, Mr. Zhang Fuling is here."

Zhu Yunmo was stunned, "Why is he here? How can he know that we moved here?"

Pang Xiao pursed his lips, "It is said that there is no one in the entire capital who did not know that the emperor gave the original Prince Gong's Mansion to his master as a house. There are many censors preparing to impeach him."

Zhu Yunmo was not surprised at all and quickly waved his hand.

"Forget it, don't mention this, please come in quickly."

Pang Xiao took the order and after a moment, Zhang Fuling took Zhang Wanxun in.

"Zhang Fuling has met the prince. He came today and brought Zhang Wanxun to thank you and Dr. Zhou for your treatment."

Zhu Yunmo quickly stepped forward and helped Zhang Fuling and Zhang Wanxun up.

"Mr. Zhang, please sit down quickly, there is no need to worry about it. If you think of us when something happens, you will definitely do your best to help. Uncle Xiao, please come over."

Pang Xiao quickly went to invite someone, and several people took a seat. A servant brought a teacup and Zhu Yunmo smiled at Zhang Fuling.

"Drink a cup of tea made by Zhou Heng and see how it tastes?"

Zhang Fuling nodded, picked up the teacup and smelled a scent before he opened the lid. It was not sweet but was as comfortable as the spring breeze in this winter. When he opened the lid, the flags roamed the tea buds, and the fragrance emitted by the heat made people's eyes shine.

A small bite was really refreshing. No matter whether Zhang Wanxun was hot or not, he almost drank it all in one go, and then he kept breathing.

"It smells so good!"

Zhang Fuling put down the teacup and laughed.

"Doctor Zhou's medical skills are superb, comparable to the art of resurrection. He didn't expect that he would have such a deep study on every drink and peck."

Zhu Yunmo laughed, "Yes, he doesn't like the tea cakes we usually eat, so he insists on drinking this fried tea, but he also dislikes the bitterness of the fried tea. Then he adds flowers to make the tea leaves contaminated with the fragrance of flowers. It tastes really good, and Uncle Huang also likes it very much."

Zhang Fuling looked at Zhu Yunmo, "Why didn't the prince ask? How did we know that the prince moved to his new residence?"

Zhu Yunmo shook his head and said without caring at all:

"Nothing is strange. The matter of Prince Ning's Mansion is not a secret. Everyone in the capital knows it. Therefore, some changes must have attracted much attention. Besides, this was Prince Gong's Mansion. How many people stared at me? Uncle Emperor gave it to me, but this is Uncle Emperor's sympathy. Can I resist the order?"

Zhang Fuling thought about it and felt that Zhu Yunmo was right, and the last trace of worry in his heart also dissipated a lot.

"What the prince said is very good, and it is the prince's honor."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Heng stepped in and saw Zhang Fuling and Zhang Wanxun being stunned at first, then looked at Zhang Wanxun alertly, turned around and looked at Pang Xiao in confusion, and Pang Xiao lowered his head and said nothing.

Zhou Heng quickly stepped forward and greeted the three of them.

Zhang Fuling quickly stood up and bowed to Zhou Heng solemnly. Zhou Heng was startled and quickly turned his body sideways, looking panicked, and kept urging:

"What is Mr. Zhang doing? It's a traitor to Zhou."

"I just passed a note and sent Zhang Wanxun to Qingping County. How bad was his condition at that time? I know very well that almost all the staff of this Imperial Hospital were dispatched, and no one dared to touch the tip of the sword. You were recreating Zhang Wanxun, and Zhang Wanxun was injured because of saving me. I remember this love in my heart, so Doctor Zhou, you can bear this gift!"

Zhang Fuling said that he was already very excited and signaled Zhang Wanxun to come forward to thank him.

Zhang Wanxun had nothing to say, and knelt in front of Zhou Heng with a plop and kowtowed three times.

This passage really made Zhou Heng a little confused.

I didn't think so much at the beginning. Zhang Wanxun was injured in order to deal with Liu Renli's case. Treatment should be divided. To be honest, such a big gift would be better than giving something real.

Zhou Heng paused and quickly helped Zhang Wanxun up.

Then he looked at Zhang Fuling and sighed and said:

"Mr. Zhang, don't mind so much. I really didn't think about it when I first treated the Chief Guard of Zhang Wanxun. You were assassinated for the case of your righteous brother Liu Renli. Saving people is what we should do. Besides, you can send the Clippers to send people to Huichuntang because of your trust in Zhou Heng. With such trust, what else can you say? You can only try your best to treat them."

Zhang Fuling pursed his lips and patted the handrail hard, with a hint of regret on his face.

"Although this case has been settled, the investigation is only at the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue. As for the deeper involvement, it cannot be investigated. The floods of Chaiwen River involve so many officials. There are droughts in northern Liaoning and floods in southern Jiangnan this year. Is it really okay? I think it's shocked to think about it. The emperor allocated funds for disaster relief, so what are these officials doing?"

Zhang Fuling's words were a bit complaining, which shows that he was very angry.

However, no one can continue this. Zhu Yunmo is an excluded royal relative, and Zhou Heng is even more awesome. The two of them just looked at Zhang Fuling.

After a while, Zhang Fuling sighed.

"I'm rude. Today I heard that the prince was relocated and wanted to come over and see him, and I had to thank Dr. Zhou. There is another thing."

As he said that, Zhang Fuling signaled Zhang Wanxun to take out the painting he had drawn before, and handed it to Zhou Heng.

"This is when I was trying Meng Xiaoyou. He recalled the person who asked him to perjury that there was such a scar in his right palm. Meng Xiaoyou insisted that the scar was a scald, not a cut. I thought about it and showed it to you, maybe I could find something else."

Zhou Heng took the painting. Not to mention that it was very vivid, it was not the kind of fine brushwork, but a very realistic painting method, which was similar to sketching. However, the surrounding area was painted with ink and wash, and Zhou Heng almost thought he had encountered a time traveler, and he was a little calmer, so he looked at the wound carefully.

Sure enough, the wound looks like a scald, which is horizontally located in the middle of the palm from left to right. It is not a very superficial scald. From the painting, you can see that the shape of the metacarpal bones has appeared one by one.

Moreover, the four fingers of this person except the thumb are all hooked towards the palm of his palm. This shape is very strange, like a short ligament.

However, there were no signs of burns on the fingers, and the shrinking shape was a bit confusing.

Most people are burned, and their first reaction is to throw it away, so either the fingertips are burned, or they are just superficial burns. Scalds that reach the muscle layer must be done on purpose. Could it be

"Mr. Zhang is punished to burn his hands and feet?"

Zhang Fuling shook his head, "The thief who broke his hands and feet, but there is no punishment for scalds. He will be punished when questioning, but it is usually whipped, and the soldering iron is also used on the chest and abdomen. As for lynching, it is unknown."

Zhou Heng raised his hand and looked at his palm. If he had not been tortured or burned accidentally, why did he burn his palm? And he was so ruthless. Is there something in his palm?

After observing it, I didn’t see anything. There was really nothing besides the palm lines. Do you need any locks to open the palm lines these days?

Just as he looked at the seal at the corner of the painting, Zhou Heng suddenly thought that the ancients had a kind of tattoo, but that was a knife-carved needle on the forehead or cheekbones, and then painted black and dyed ink. This would be considered as a lifetime of washing.

Could it be that there is any mark in this person's palm? It is something like this that cannot be removed by ordinary methods and can only be destroyed in this way?

Zhang Fuling looked at Zhou Heng, and from his expression he could feel that Zhou Heng had thought of something, so he quickly got up and approached.
Chapter completed!