"Hahaha, it's so undestructed. In this way, according to you, I will clean up and go to Bianliang to see the emperor the day after tomorrow."
Murong Fu was also surprised: Didn’t he just say “not destruction or establishment”? Is there anything special? Why did this old prime minister change his mind?
"However, along the way, you have to protect me and ensure my life."
Zhang Dun's straightforwardness made Murong Fu a little dazed for a moment: Why did this even involve life?
"Okay, I will definitely stay with Zhang Xiang." Murong replied.
Zhang Dun led the lead, and the two of them came out of piles of rocks. Looking at the rock formation behind them, Zhang Dun sighed: "I have lived in simplicity over the years and kept myself underestimated in order to leave this useful body and serve the court. To be honest, I was the only one who could serve the court.
, If it weren't for the old man's direct disciple, I wouldn't dare to trust my family and life."
Zhang Dun thought Murong Fu was Su Xinghe's disciple, but Murong Fu didn't want to explain, so he just wanted to let him feel this way.
When I arrived at the backyard monument, I had just sat down and the path boy who had just taken Murong Fu up the mountain hurriedly came and reported: "Master, something is wrong!"
"Why are you so panicked? There is no individuality in the place of Qing Cultivation." Zhang Dun's tone was obviously dissatisfied.
"A man from Leizhou has come, and the envoy Cai died when he was demoted!"
"What!"
Zhang Dun's hands trembled violently, and he was greatly disobedient.
"Is the news true?"
The little Taoist boy said panickedly: "It's true that Cai Xiang's family is in the front hall. He came from Leizhou to report the demise for three days and three nights in a row."
Zhang Dun felt a roar in his head and murmured to himself: "If this is true, if this is true..."
"Hurry, invite someone here!"
Zhang Dun closed his eyes in pain and shook his head slightly.
"It's still this day. I never expected that Brother Chi Zheng, you will leave one step ahead of me."
Murong Fu roughly guessed who this "Brother Ji Zheng" 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.
In a moment, the Taoist boy brought in a middle-aged man who looked like he was about thirty years old last year.
The man was wearing a white mourning clothes and a pair of black cowhide boots with a thousand-layer bottom. As soon as he entered the door, he cried loudly: "Uncle Zhang Shi, you must wash the snow for the grievances of my uncle."
Zhang Dun asked, "Who are you?"
Murong Fu was slightly surprised: Lao Zhang didn’t know this person?
The man stopped crying a little and said things intermittently.
"Reported to the uncle, my younger generation is my distant nephew of my uncle. Because of the decline of his family's business, my younger generation was asked to be a mission under his disciple. After my uncle was exiled to Leizhou, my family was in his hometown, and only my younger generation was around me to serve and take care of him.
On the third day of last month, several merchants from other places asked to see Uncle Jia. After meeting them, they sighed for a long time and told me that if he had any accidents, they should inform Uncle Shi. At that time, I didn't take it too seriously.
I only took the role of my uncle in the demotion site for a long time, so I complained. Unexpectedly, three days later, my uncle didn't get up. When the younger generation called, I found that my uncle was already very angry for a long time."
When Zhang Dun heard this, he felt like he was struck by lightning: "This is actually happening, this is actually happening!"
The man continued, "I remembered the instructions of my uncle during my lifetime, and did not dare to stay. I went north and traveled day and night, and then I met Uncle Shi. Uncle Zhang, please see the friendship of being an official in the past with Uncle Jia.
But I must make acquitted my uncle.”
"By the way, my uncle had a letter before he died, asking his younger generation to present it to his uncle, and asked him to take a look at it."
The man said, and took out an envelope from his sleeve and presented it respectfully.
After hearing this, Zhang Dun had no doubts and hurriedly stepped forward to take it.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, suddenly changed. A sharp light flashed in the man's eyes, and his palms flipped, and the sharp palm wind slapped Zhang Dun's chest.
This time, it suddenly changed, and Zhang Dun himself did not react at all. Not to mention that he, a literati who hardly knows martial arts, even if a first-class master was hit hard by this palm, he would inevitably be seriously injured.
"Die!"
The man used his life's skills to kill with one blow, but he didn't expect that the next moment he was blocked by a soft force, and the powerful palm power seemed to have fallen into the swamp, and he could not use the force at all.
Then there was a slight "wave" sound, and the man's whole body was bounced out, and then his body became numb and froze on the ground and could no longer move.
Zhang Dun escaped from death. After a moment of shock and anger, he regained his calmness: "Who sent you here?"
A harsh look flashed in the man's eyes. Unexpectedly, without waiting for him to make any move, his chin was removed with a light "click", and then a "splash" of the palm wind was thrown on his face.
, a tooth was knocked down.
Murong Fu kicked his teeth lightly in front of Zhang Dun and said, "There is a very poison hidden in the teeth. It seems that he is a well-trained and cruel character, not an ordinary ruthless man. Should I interrogate his origin?"
Zhang Dun snorted coldly: "The origin? It's nothing more than those people. Is it very important to who they are?"
Murong Fu said: "What should we do about it? Keep it as a handle or?"
Zhang Dun said: "Hand? The battle in the court is never a matter of a handle. Kill it, so you can avoid being upset."
Wen Sheng, who seemed to be powerless, said that he was so calm that he said that the weather was good today.
There are no purely good people who can reach the high position of prime minister.
Murong Fu said: "In order to avoid the unexpected happening in the next step, please ask the uncle to go to the humble house with me so that he can protect himself after he is born in the future."
Zhang Dun thought for a moment and agreed.
That night, Zhang Dun stayed at Murong's residence. In the evening, the two lived in the same room in case of an accident.
Under the candlelight, Zhang Dun and Murong Fu were talking about the past.
"I wonder how will Mr. Shima meet with His Majesty after he enters Beijing?"
Zhang Dun was silent for a moment, shook his head and sighed, "I didn't think of a solution for the time being. As I am now taking the position of the Palace Temple, I don't have any chance to come to Beijing to meet the saint. I can only take one step after I arrive in Beijing.
I can't meet the official family in a noble way. It's best to meet the official family in private and share a voice. Otherwise, once those hypocrites find out, I can just call the censors' pendant.
I still feel scared when I think about the tragic land and the car cover pavilion."
Zhang Dun said: "Cai Chizheng and I were Jinshi of the same year. We have been an official in the same dynasty for more than 30 years. We are also the right-hand man under the rank of Wang Jinggong. I don't want Cai Chizheng to leave before me and die in a foreign land. You said something before, "It's not broken, it's not established."
'Hmph, these people break the rules, so don't blame me for not following the rules."
As he said that, a cold light suddenly appeared in Zhang Dun's eyes.