Ming Dynasty: My Father Zhang Juzheng

Chapter 73 Beat up the drowned dog

At the turn of the hours of Shen and You, the sky was not yet completely dark.

The lights in Zhang Jing's mansion had already been turned on. In the main hall, which was a space of seven rooms in the middle, it was illuminated by more than twenty octagonal palace lanterns, making it as bright as day.

Zhang Jing was seen wearing a light blue round-necked robe for home use. He was leaning on an armchair with his legs crossed, his eyes slightly closed, and a look of complacency and satisfaction on his fair face.

Next to him sat a girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a moon-white short-sleeved dress.

Her eyes are lively and charming, with the purity of a girl and a bit of charm.

She sat beside him and gently massaged Zhang Jing's arms. Her delicate hands moved across his arms, soothing Zhang Jing that he couldn't help but let out a low moan.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Jing suddenly asked, "Xiuniang, do you regret following the master?"

"Ah?" Xiuniang's movements froze, and she quickly rolled off the chair, bent her knees and knelt on the ground, saying from the bottom of her heart, "Xiuniang, Xiuniang has been living a life of luxury since I followed the master, and I don't regret it at all."

Zhang Jing slowly opened his eyes, stretched out his white palm, and gently lifted Xiuniang's white chin.

Xiuniang blinked her sparkling almond-shaped eyes and stared at Zhang Jing, her eyes full of flattery.

"Alas, no matter how good my family is to you, you are not a man." Zhang Jing withdrew his hand, stroked his forehead and sighed.

This time, Xiuniang didn't dare to respond.

The strange atmosphere was silent for a moment. Zhang Jing suddenly remembered Concubine Zheng De's indifference towards him, and he couldn't help feeling annoyed.

He glanced at Xiuniang and asked, "Xiuniang, if we send you to the palace, would you be willing?"

"Xiuniang, Xiuniang doesn't want to, Xiuniang doesn't want to." Xiuniang's eyes were red, she shook her head repeatedly, and said with sobs, "Xiuniang has been the master's person for a long time. If the master doesn't want Xiuniang, Xiuniang can only die!"

The two consecutive words of loyalty made Zhang Jing go crazy.

Zhang Jing gave up the idea of ​​sending Xiuniang to the palace. He walked forward, took Xiuniang's hand, and led her straight to the bedroom.

When she got to the big bed, Xiuniang took off her clothes and lay on it, revealing her graceful and fair figure.

Zhang Jing's eyes were bloodshot. He took two breaths and then took out a toolbox from the bedside.

After a while, an alluring voice was heard in the room.

When the two were in the middle of a passionate moment, there was a sudden commotion outside. Xiuniang wrapped herself up and said worriedly, "Master, why is it so noisy outside? Did something happen?"

"Let's go take a look. You wait here." Zhang Jing put on his clothes and was about to get out of bed.

With a "bang", the door was kicked open. More than a dozen Jinyiwei and Dongchang guards rushed in, led by Xu Jue and Han San.

Xiuniang screamed "Ah" and buried her head in the quilt.

Zhang Jing was so angry that his face turned red, and his facial features shifted. He pointed at Xu Jue and cursed, "Xu Jue, you are so bold. Even your master doesn't dare to trespass into my mansion. Who gave you the courage? Huh?!"

Looking at the mad Zhang Jing, Xu Jue and Han San looked at each other, then took a step forward and slapped Zhang Jing hard in the face.

There was a crisp sound, and five bright red finger marks instantly appeared on Zhang Jing's face.

Silence. Deathly silence spread in the bedroom.

The candle flame seemed to sense the cold and began to flicker.

Zhang Jing was stunned for a while. He couldn't believe that he was slapped by Xu Jue.

But the burning pain on his face told him that all this was true. He stood up suddenly, trembling and pointing at Xu Jue, cursing: "You... you are rebelling, great, you are rebelling, Feng Bao's dog dares to run to our house to bite people. We want to meet the emperor and compete with Feng Bao!" "Hehe. You can't meet the emperor, but there is a place for you in the East Factory prison." Xu Jue smiled, but suddenly stopped smiling, slapped him again, and shouted: "Come here, tie up Zhang Jing and send him to the East Factory prison."

As soon as he finished speaking, three or four strong men from the Eastern Depot came forward, dragged Zhang Jing off the bed, and pressed him to the ground.

"Feng Bao, I fuck your ancestors, how dare you frame me, how dare you frame me" Zhang Jingzi's face flushed, and he twisted his body and struggled frantically.

"What are you doing? Why don't you shut his mouth?" Xu Jue urged impatiently.

"Oh, yes." A soldier took out a pair of silk stockings with oil cakes on the bottom and stuffed them into Zhang Jing's mouth.

Zhang Jing was even more excited now. He twisted his body wildly and tried to speak but couldn't. After a while, the Dongchang guards took out a hood and put it on him, then dragged him away.

Han San, who had been silent on the side, stepped forward and said with a smile: "Butler Xu, we let you take the person away, but we brothers will not be polite to the rest."

"Leave some for others, don't go too far." Xu Jue winked and said in a low voice, "There are many people watching this matter. If our two families eat too much, it will easily cause resentment."

"Look at what Butler Xu said. We can skip this rule!"

Han San patted his chest and smiled, then turned his head to look at the henchmen who were coming forward and shouted, "What are you still standing there for? Go and search their house! Even if we have to dig three feet deep, we must dig out every penny!"

"Yes."

Several men in brocade uniforms responded and walked out of the room.

They are very familiar with the matter of house confiscation.

Zhang Jing has been working in the palace for so long, his family must have considerable assets, and they will definitely get a lot of benefits from this trip.

The house search was carried out in full swing, but on the other side, Zhang Siwei was as anxious as an ant on hot pan.

He was wearing a single white robe and pacing back and forth in the hall, his usual calm and composed demeanor completely gone.

Suddenly, a man who looked like a butler stepped in.

"How is it?!" Zhang Siwei hurriedly grabbed his arm and asked.

"It's over. He's finished this time." The housekeeper shook his head and smiled bitterly, "The East Factory and the Imperial Guards have already brought people to confiscate Zhang Jing's house. I'm afraid he won't be able to escape this time."

"Just because of the love affair?" Zhang Siwei's face was full of disbelief.

"Not only that, he also embezzled the palace funds and caused chaos in the harem." The housekeeper leaned over and whispered to his master, "It would be fine if these charges were not pursued, but if they were pursued, it would be enough to kill Zhang Jing!"

"How could it become like this? How could it become like this? Wasn't everything fine a few days ago?"

Zhang Siwei muttered twice, stepped back to his chair and slumped down on it.

The housekeeper was about to comfort him when suddenly someone came to report that Zhang Siwei's relatives wanted to see him.

Zhang Siwei was stunned. Even if his relatives in the capital wanted to meet him, they should have sent visiting cards in advance.

He thought it was someone who was trying to get money, so he turned his face away and waved his hands, saying, "No, no, go out and send that person away."

"Master, the man is in a hurry. Why don't you go to see him?" The servant did not move and whispered again.

"Okay, take him to the side hall."

(End of this chapter)