The Imperial Guard’s Revenge

When Peng Ze prayed to the Buddha in the main hall, the monk behind him was silently brought down. The monk needs to shave, so it is not easy to pretend, Jin Yiwei can only dress up as a pilgrim, wander around aimlessly, and stop those who want to come in and offer incense.

After Jin Yiwei disguised himself at the scene, Lu Heng also arrived with Wang Yanqing. Lu Heng also brought a professional monk pretending to be a monk. This person likes to shave his head. He is obviously Jin Yiwei but has kind eyes and is always jokingly called "monk". He simply shaved his hair, placed six ring scars on his scalp, and pretended to be an outsider when performing tasks, which often yielded unexpected results.

He changed into the host's clothes in time, and stayed on the ground that must be passed when leaving the temple, waiting for the fish to take the bait.

As long as you know enough about a person, it's actually not difficult to predict his behavior. Although the fake monk didn't say a word, Lu Heng was sure that Peng Ze would go up and talk to him.

Sure enough, Peng Ze fell into the trap. Although Peng Ze was superstitious in ghosts and gods, he was not bad for being a servant of the Ministry of Personnel. If a fortune-teller or an eminent monk took the initiative to talk to him, Peng Ze wouldn't believe him even if he told him about the flowers; if Peng Ze chose it himself, it would be easy to gain his trust.

When the fake monk told Peng Ze the speech he had made up, Wang Yanqing and Lu Heng stood in the wing and carefully observed Peng Ze's performance. Seeing Peng Ze's expression, Lu Heng was already sure that Peng Ze had a ghost in his heart, but he still asked for confirmation: "Qingqing, what did you find out about Peng Ze?"

Wang Yanqing stood in front of the Buddha statue, watching the faint flames flickering on the incense, the white smoke rose, covering the Buddha's face, and everything could not be seen clearly like a layer of fog. Wang Yanqing said: "I couldn't see the details on his face clearly, but I could see that his eyes were wide open. After that, he kept frowning when he went out, and his arm swing was smaller than before when he walked. He heard a strange voice. People who knew him said he wronged others, but he wasn't angry at all, he was worried."

Lu Heng stood in front of the Buddha statue with his hands behind his back, and Fan Xiang lingered around him, adding a lot of meaning to him. Lu Heng asked, "Is there any more?"

Wang Yanqing sighed in a low voice and said, "A normal person will be surprised and angry, but not afraid when they are guessed by strangers for no reason. His behavior is more like he already knew about it. Moreover, the fake monk said very well. Fuzzy, he can explain everything when he puts it in. Often when he is worried, he will think that the Zen language is implying something. When he hears the worry behind him, he unconsciously suppresses even the movement of walking, which shows that the person he wronged has something to do with him. Threats, otherwise, he should have shown contempt."

The words of the fake monk were instructed by Wang Yanqing. The mysterious and mysterious Buddhist words in front of him were all smoke. First, they were pretending to be eminent monks, and second, they were reducing Peng Ze's defense.

What Wang Yanqing wanted to ask was actually only one sentence.

You have wronged him in this world.

No one said "he" here, but looking at Peng Ze's appearance, he clearly had a choice in his heart. Then there is no running away. A person who has never done anything, even if he is intimidated, will not show such a low attitude.

"So, they really saw Xue Kan's draft." Lu Heng was not surprised and said, "Zhang Jinggong doesn't need to check. He handed the book to the emperor. Since Peng Ze knows, Zhang Jinggong can't get rid of the gān system."

"So Xue Kan and Xia Ge were always wronged?"

"Not necessarily." Lu Heng said, "it can only prove that Peng Ze has leaked Xue Kan's document, but it does not mean that Xue Kan's document is okay. Who knows whether Xue Kan thought of it himself, or was instructed by someone to write it. ."

"You suspect Elder Xia Ge?"

"It's not my suspicion, it's the emperor's suspicion." Lu Heng thought of Guo Xun, Zhai Luan, and Qin Fu who were fighting into a pot of porridge. Let’s start with the people outside the prison first.”

Lu Heng walked out, Wang Yanqing silently followed behind. Crossing the high threshold of the Buddhist hall, the sunlight outside suddenly pierced into the eyes. Wang Yanqing raised his hand to cover the top and asked, "They have been friends for more than ten years, is it worth it?"

Lu Heng just smiled lightly at this: "What is a friend? As long as the interests are big enough, even a wife and children can be given up, not to mention a friend?"

"Why did the court choose such a person to be an official?"

"That's wrong." Lu Heng stopped, looked back at her with a smile, the sun passed over his shoulders, making those eyes extraordinarily quiet and deep, "People who are officials will become like this."

In other words, only by becoming such a person can he survive in officialdom.

Seeing Wang Yanqing's unacceptable appearance that Ming was about to die, Lu Heng couldn't help laughing. He took her hand and said, "Don't worry, I'm going to the country and the people will be safe. There will be no accident. The internal fight between officials shows that we have a vast territory and a wealth of soldiers. Only when there are interests can there be struggles. Other small countries have neither territory nor property, and even use our words, how can there be any ritual, music, punishment and administration?”

Wang Yanqing couldn't say anything to refute for a while, Lu Heng tightened her hand and said, "It's rare to come out, let's go shopping around. I don't know if their temple marriage is effective."

Wang Yanqing thought that even if it was effective, if you were knocked down with a sap, the Buddha would not bless you. Lu Heng dragged Wang Yanqing around the temple, and when he passed a door, a young monk struggled to get up from the grass, rubbing the back of his neck in pain as soon as he moved. He looked at his hands and seemed to wonder why he was here.