Chapter 75 Zheng Ze: My eldest brother died so tragically
Han Fei came back to his senses and shook his head helplessly at Zheng Ze, who was looking at him with a smile, "Mr. Zheng, why don't you just say what you want. But let's talk about it first, I'm very poor."
Zhang Liang looked at Zheng Ze, who was taller than him, and suddenly felt that this person was not as down-to-earth as he seemed.
"It's something that may happen. Please give me a favor, Lord Ninth. It's a small favor that I can do. You'll know when the time comes." Zheng Ze stated his purpose.
He is not a charity ambassador, and he does not want to make angel investment in Han Fei.
Han Fei didn't think much and agreed directly. Sometimes helping and suffering a loss are not necessarily bad things. When facing worthy people, there is no harm in being friendly.
The premise is that the other party has no bad intentions.
This time, Zheng Ze was walking in front, accompanied by Han Fei and Zhang Liang, standing on both sides.
After being notified by the servant, someone soon came to the front yard to greet him.
I saw a man in his twenties wearing sackcloth. When he saw the three of them, his eyes lit up and he came forward to greet them, "May I ask who you three are?"
Zheng Ze glanced at him. After Liu Yi died, the clan behind him naturally took care of the funeral. Seeing that he was wearing hemp and wearing filial piety, he should be a descendant of the Liu clan.
"I'm here to see brother." He said calmly.
Hearing this, the young man's face was full of doubts as to why he didn't remember that there was such an elder in the clan who looked younger than himself.
Before he could think about it, he heard Zheng Ze continue to say: "These two are His Highness the Ninth Young Master, and Zhang Zifang, the grandson of the Prime Minister."
The young man had a look of shock on his face and did not dare to be negligent. He saluted the two of them and said, "I've met the Ninth Young Master, Mr. Zhang!"
Han Fei didn't pay much attention to him, frowned and said, "The cause of Liu Sima's death is unknown, how could you do this directly?"
Regarding these words, the young man didn't know how to proceed. His uncle had been dead for a day and no one had come to preside over it in the court. He couldn't let the body stink, right?
Just when the young man was in a dilemma, a soft shout diverted everyone's attention.
"Liu Xian, who is here?"
Following the voice, what came into everyone's sight was a young woman dressed in simple green clothes, with her hair still tilted to one side, and a gentle and gentle temperament. She seemed to be as old as flowers.
"Sister-in-law." Seeing Mrs. Hu here, Zheng Ze called out softly.
Hearing this, Mrs. Hu turned her attention to Zheng Ze. She had not heard from him for many days, but now that she suddenly saw him, she was a little at a loss.
Looking at Mrs. Hu, one can see that the originally shy and gentle woman now revealed a look of tiredness that was difficult to conceal between her gentle brows.
Maybe he has no feelings for Liu Yi, but he has been relying on her for many years. Now that he suddenly has no one to rely on, his originally peaceful heart is still a little empty.
And these days of negotiating with the Liu clan have made this young woman who was not good at dealing with others feel even more tired.
Looking aside, Mrs. Hu still didn't dare to look at him, her thin red lips parted slightly, "Why are you here?"
"Brother is in trouble, how could I not come? My sister-in-law has worked hard these past two days!" Zheng Ze stepped forward and said in a comforting tone.
For some reason, no matter what this man says now, she feels uncomfortable. Hard work, hard work for what?
Zhang Liang and Han Fei, who were behind Zheng Ze, looked at each other. Mr. Zheng seemed to have said that just now... right?
"If you want to see your elder brother, go and sit in the front hall first." Feeling the boy's approach, the young woman couldn't help but lower her head, resisting the urge to take a half step back, and said softly.
Seeing that these three people really knew his uncle, Liu Xian suppressed his thoughts and stepped forward enthusiastically, "Uncle, the front hall has ordered someone to prepare tea..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zheng Ze waved his hand and said, "I'm here to seek justice for my eldest brother. My eldest brother died so tragically! My nephew can go about his duties. I'll find out about the situation from my sister-in-law first."
"This..." Liu Xian hesitated for a moment, glanced at the silent aunt, and then at the silent Ninth Young Master. He knew that it was not easy to forcefully cling to such a person, so he followed his words and left.
Seeing him leaving, Zheng Ze said to Han Fei: "This has been a great help. Ninth Young Master, please don't forget your promise."
Han Fei looked at the boy who turned around and smiled softly, "This is natural."
At the same time, I have a new view on this contemporary person who wrote "Warring States Policy". It seems that he is not as unapproachable as imagined.
He and Zhang Liang wanted to check Liu Yi's body first. It was expected that Liu Yi's nephews would not dare to stop him. Zheng Ze asked Mrs. Hu to take him to Liu Yi's study and wait for the two to meet up later.
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When Zheng Ze lamented that his eldest brother died so tragically, in a dark room, the young man sitting in front of the case suddenly sneezed.
This made several people standing aside tremble and dare not raise their heads.
Looking at the scroll on the desk and a book next to it, the young man took out a white square handkerchief from his chest and wiped his mouth.
"A traitor has been pursued for so long with no results. Can't you do it? Or is there someone who is obsessed with old times and deliberately let her go?"
His voice was very calm and his tone was very plain. But in the ears of several people, it was as heavy as a thousand words.
The leader lowered his head and said in a trembling voice: "Sir, Jing Salamander is a first-class killer, and he had the highest mission success rate..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the young man, "That means you can't do it anymore. What's the point of living for you?"
As he spoke, he looked through the book, with a look of admiration and satisfaction on his face from time to time.
But the person in front of him was trembling with fear, "Sir, it's not..."
"That is intentional mercy. It seems that your life is still very meaningful. For example, you can feel the pain that life is worse than death."
Just as their hearts were being overwhelmed by despair little by little, they suddenly felt an afterimage. The next moment, he appeared next to the frightened five people. He was wearing a metal mask.
"Sir, after verification, Zheng Ze who wrote "Warring States Policy" is indeed from Xinzheng, South Korea."
Hearing this, the young man sitting in front of the case nodded, put down the book in his hand, glanced at the masked man, and then noticed the five people beside him.
He frowned slightly, and then said: "Three of you can survive, so go ahead."
A single word decided their fate.
However, the five people felt inexplicably relieved. This punishment was surprisingly light.
They did not dare to stay longer and immediately exited the room. Before leaving, did anyone see a smile on the corner of the adult's mouth?
The masked man glanced at the leaving people, then looked at the young man, "Sir, that Frightened Salamander..."
"Don't worry about the Jing Salamander right now. There is no prey that can escape in the trap. Right now, that one seems to be moving. Go and watch."
The masked man did not hesitate and immediately accepted the order.
When he turned around, there were two tearing sounds of gold and iron entering his body.
