Three hundred and seventieth chapters will not let go
A few days later, Wang Xikang repeatedly tried to find opportunities to deal with Zhao Jin.
However, he couldn't break up with Zhao Jin directly, so he could only do it secretly.
But time and time again, he was directly resolved by Zhao Jin, and even caused him to suffer a lot of hidden losses.
At this time, the person standing in front of Wang Xikang was Jun Cheng.
"Are you sure he doesn't know anything about Aicheng?" Wang Xikang asked with a gloomy face.
The county magistrate smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, sir. The Acropolis is as strong as the sky. We only know that we have made private salt citations."
"But, are there still few people who conclude that we have done this?"
Wang Xikang raised his eyes and looked at Jun Cheng, and couldn't help laughing loudly, "Hahaha! You are right. Kong Wen and Zuo Shilang also concluded that I committed such a thing?"
"What a pity," Wang Xikang's eyes were a little sinister and dark, "In the end, I almost lost my life, but I am still here fine."
"There is no need to worry, adults."
In the opinion of Jun Cheng, although Zhao Jin has some abilities, he is just a reckless man.
He has been staring at Zhao Jin for so long, but Zhao Jin hasn't found any information, and he even looks like he doesn't know how to get it.
The county magistrate expressed his thoughts, but was denied by Wang Xikang.
"uncertain."
Wang Xikang had a stern look on his face, recalling Zhao Jin's deeds one after another, "It's hard to guarantee that he was pretending on purpose just to make us take it lightly."
Thinking of this, Wang Xikang sat forward and stared at the county magistrate closely, "No matter what, let them keep their skin tight and don't let Zhao Jin see the clues."
This "them" naturally refers to not only the people in the government office, but also the wealthy gentry in Guanlong County, all those who participated in the private production of salt.
The county magistrate did not dare to neglect, it was a matter of life and death, "I understand, and there are four people staring at Zhao Jin and Chen Xiao all the time. Don't worry, sir, every move of the two of them cannot escape our sight."
After hearing this, Wang Xikang relaxed slightly and said, "Keep an eye on it, I want General Zhao Jin to stay here together!"
According to Jun Cheng, Zhao Jin, who was being stared at by four people, slipped out of the room quietly.
Before he left, his eyes briefly glanced at the place where the four people he was following were, and he laughed silently.
This Wang Xikang really underestimates his own authority.
After glancing at the four people, Zhao Jin looked away and left the government office directly.
Seng Fan came in with a letter saying that there was progress on Mingrui's side, but he wanted to see Zhao Jin in person and get Zhao Jin's guarantee.
Obviously, Mingrui doesn't believe Seng Fan.
Outside the Ming Mansion, Zhao Jin's figure flashed under a tree.
"My lord." Immediately afterwards, Seng Fan also showed his figure, bowed his hands respectfully towards Zhao Jin, and said, "Ming Rui is waiting inside."
Zhao Jin nodded and climbed over the wall of Ming Mansion.
Mingrui was sitting in a wheelchair in his yard, looking a little anxious, with the old servant beside him.
The old servant already knew what Mingrui wanted to do, and even he was able to obtain this account book, thanks to the help of the old servant.
"Master, tell me, will they really come?"
The old servant frequently looked towards the entrance of the small courtyard.
Mingrui shook his head and held the account book in his hand tightly, "I'm not sure, maybe, maybe not."
That person's words on that day captivated his mind and he agreed to do this.
The temptation of revenge was too great, and Mingrui had no choice but to fall into the trap.
In order to prevent the other party from taking the account books and leaving, Mingrui plucked up the courage and asked to see the Duke, otherwise he would not be willing to hand over the account books.
"I never break my promise." Zhao Jin just came in and heard these words and couldn't help laughing.
When Zhao Jin's voice sounded, Mingrui's right hand, which was placed on the account book, immediately grasped the armrest and reflexively tried to stand up.
But he forgot, how can he stand up now in this state?
Being able to get off the bed and sit in a wheelchair is already a blessing among misfortunes.
As soon as he moved, Mingrui's leg felt sharp pain.
Zhao Jin had heard about Mingrui's leg injury.
Just when Mingrui was about to get up, Zhao Jin had already rushed over and put his hand on Mingrui's shoulder, preventing him from moving anymore.
Fortunately, Zhao Jin was quick, otherwise Mingming Rui would have been unable to hold back the strength of his movements just now and would have fallen out of the wheelchair.
Mingrui's breathing became a little faster, and his voice was a little hoarse because of the pain, "Thank you, Mr. Guo."
He recognized Zhao Jin.
Mingrui had never seen Zhao Jin in person, but as Zhao Jin became famous and he was the eldest young master of the Ming Dynasty, he had seen Zhao Jin's portrait.
What's more, since he cooperated with Zhao Jin, he specially asked his old servant to look for Zhao Jin's portrait.
Mingrui recognized him just after they met each other.
Zhao Jin's eyes glanced at Mingrui's legs and comforted him: "It's just a small effort. It will hurt your muscles and bones for a hundred days, and you can bear with it any longer."
It has been quite some time since Mingrui fell from the horse. As long as Mingrui can endure it, everything will be fine.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Jin heard a slightly sad laugh, "Hahaha!"
"What's wrong?" Zhao Jin frowned and followed Mingrui's gaze to his legs.
Mingrui's voice sounded a bit self-deprecating, "It won't get better, it's already useless."
At that time, the doctor concluded that the muscles and bones of his legs had been trampled to pieces and would never recover, and he would have to live in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.
Now having the opportunity to take revenge was beyond his expectation.
Mingrui had previously thought that he would die together with Sun Ruijie and the others and burn down the Ming Mansion with a fire.
He has been waiting for his mother's birthday, and he wants to give Sun Ruijie's life as a gift to his mother.
Zhao Jin didn't know what Mingrui was thinking, but he could feel an obviously strange emotion from it.
The hand on Mingrui's shoulder was a little heavier, "Don't do stupid things. There are many ways to get revenge. I said that if you hand over the account books to me, I will avenge you."
"good."
Mingrui has already read this account book and knows exactly what is in it.
This account book was enough to convict Sun Ruijie and make him spend the rest of his life in prison.
No.
Mingrui thought coldly that His Majesty must be very angry now because of the private production of salt, and Sun Ruijie may not have a chance to survive.
Zhao Jin reached out and took the account book handed over by Mingrui, flipped through it roughly, and soon saw two familiar names on it.
The name of the seventh prince, Zhao Xingzhen.
Chen Hua, the eldest son of the Chen family of the Bianzhou family.
There is no name for the prince.
Zhao Jin sneered, the prince's behavior was as impeccable as ever.
But it's okay. Once they are captured and brought to justice, there will be time for them to spit out the prince's name.
This time, Zhao Jin would not let the prince go no matter what.
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