As he was talking, Prince Jing lay down on the table and fell asleep. Zhengyao, who had been sober for a long time at this time, immediately stood up, took off his coat, and put it on Prince Jing.

Although he hadn't slept all night, Zhengyao was still very energetic. He slowly walked out of the pavilion and went up to the observation tower alone again. He stood on the top of the building and looked around, but he was filled with all sorts of things. His eyes flashed with mist, and he said

There is no way to explain the endless melancholy.

"Perhaps everyone has a time when they can't help themselves!" After listening to King Jing's story, Zhengyao couldn't help but sigh, "Whether it is the way of all things or wisdom, all that is needed to exist in this world is fulfillment.

The mission given by fate disappears and ceases to exist after it is completed. How should we deal with it after only a few decades of life?"

In fact, Zhengyao was also very conflicted. Ever since he came to this world, he had actually been unable to control many things. He didn't like the imperial examination career, but Li Chengfeng's hope that his son would succeed made him unable to bear to refuse; he originally didn't want to get involved in officialdom,

He had seen too many intrigues and intrigues, but several cases kept him involved and unable to withdraw.

Wu Yan went up to the tall building alone, thinking too much and naturally frowning. Zheng Yao couldn't help but laugh at himself and shook his head, maybe he could only take one step at a time.

"I knew Zhengyao would come upstairs! Haha."

Just when Zheng Yao was having wild thoughts, Prince Jing quietly climbed up the stairs from behind.

When Zheng Yao saw Prince Jing approaching, he immediately stepped forward, bowed and said, "My lord, you are awake!"

"Hey, I'm getting older and can't stay up late..." Prince Jing touched his chin, which had no stubble, and said with a smile.

At this time, Prince Jing would still joke. It seemed that what he had just said to him was temporarily forgotten. Zhengyao couldn't help but secretly admire Prince Jing's self-regulation ability.

"The prince is joking. Now that the prince is in middle age, he is in very good health!"

"Haha, Zhengyao, you can joke now. It seems that nothing is wrong with you. Okay. In fact, it's not bad that this case has been settled like this. At least the murderer has been caught and the culprit has been brought to justice. As for other hidden secrets, then

I’ll talk about it later. I know that Zhengyao, you are a person who must investigate and investigate, but sometimes don’t be too stubborn and relax at the right time. There may be other opportunities. You haven’t slept all night, either.

Hurry back and take a rest. In half a month, there will be a talent competition jointly organized by the Taixue Institute and the Hanlin Academy in the capital. Students from the two major colleges in the capital will participate. This is much more formal and lively than the Minjiang Poetry Competition! Be prepared.

one time."

King Jing said with relief, but at the same time he couldn't help but remind Zhengyao to participate in some Taixue Academy talent competition. It seems that he still has high expectations for Zhengyao. Of course, if Zhengyao can perform well in the competition, this will be enough.

Prove that you are not wrong about the person.

Fate arranged this way, it was helpless at best. Zhengyao understood this truth very well, so he nodded, as if he had figured it out, "Well, thank you for your concern, Your Majesty, Zhengyao knows what to do. But..."

But he saw Zhengyao suddenly hesitating again, as if he still had something to say. This made Prince Jing a little confused: "What? Zhengyao, do you have any doubts?"

"Actually...it's nothing actually. It's just that before Zhang Rufeng died, he said that he had seen the picture of a mysterious man escorting them." Zhengyao paused for a moment, and finally said it.

"Picture scroll?" A strange color flashed in Prince Jing's eyes, and then he looked at Zhengyao doubtfully.

Seeing Prince Jing's confusion, Zhengyao nodded, hummed and said, "Yes, although Zhang Rufeng didn't say what the scroll was at that time, I judged four words from his lips."

Zhengyao said very firmly that he had contact with lip reading when he solved a drug trafficking case of drug lords, and more or less learned it from books or from others, so he had some knowledge about Zhang Rufeng before his death.

His lips moved and he was sure of what he wanted to say.

"Four words? What is that?" Prince Jing was stunned by Zhengyao's affirmative look, and couldn't help but become more confused. It seemed that he had already concluded something from Zhengyao's tone, and felt that this matter was not trivial.

"Jianwen Secret Treasure."

Zhengyao spat out four words faintly. He had no idea about this Jianwen secret treasure. Jianwen should be referring to Zhu Yunwen. Zhu Yunwen had been missing for more than a hundred years, but now he was mentioned again. This is really

Something strange.

As soon as Zhengyao finished speaking these four words, Prince Jing's face suddenly changed and he was full of astonishment. But after a moment, Prince Jing returned to normal, looked at Zhengyao tentatively and said, "Have you ever heard of Zhengyao?"

This Jianwen secret treasure thing?"

Zhengyao had never heard of the Jianwen secret treasure, so naturally he could only shake his head. However, he was still very interested in knowing what the Jianwen secret treasure was and what secrets it hid, so he asked: "Zhengyao has never heard of this."

, I wonder what the prince thinks of this?"

When King Jing heard Zhengyao's question, he was startled again, his eyes flashed again, and then he said: "Actually, I have never seen this so-called secret treasure of Jianwen. I just heard from people in the palace that it is a treasure left by our ancestors."

Some important copywriting that came down is probably related to the secrets in the palace!"

Although King Jing said something about Jianwen's secret treasure, his intuition told Zhengyao that it was definitely not that simple. It seemed that King Jing must have hidden something from him. After all, this was a royal matter and it was good for outsiders not to know. Zhengyao naturally

I didn’t do any further research, I just looked helpless.

"I see, there is no reason for Zhengyao to interfere in the affairs of the palace, haha." Zhengyao smiled bitterly and thought about it for a long time. He didn't want to think that it was related to the palace. Isn't this a fool's errand?

However, Prince Jing did not have any special reaction. Instead, he patted Zhengyao's shoulder lightly and said: "Don't worry, if there is any need for Zhengyao in the future, I will come to you. But Zhengyao, you don't need him at that time."

Reject this king!"

"Haha, the prince is joking again. The prince has a destiny, how dare Zheng Yao disobey it?"

The two of them talked half-jokingly, and then King Jing returned the clothes on his body to Zhengyao. Although it was almost early summer, it was still morning after all, and the weather was naturally relatively humid.

Zhengyao took his clothes without saying much, then put them on his body. He looked at each other and smiled with Prince Jing, like old friends who had known each other for many years, and walked together to the downstairs of the observation building.

During breakfast, Liu Yan and other talented people from the Shuzhou Guild Hall discovered that Zhengyao had been out with Prince Jing all night instead of getting up very early. He couldn't help but smile. It turned out that he and others

It's not like I woke up too late.

After breakfast, the door of Fahua Temple was opened as usual. Prince Jing's guards took Wan Youdao to the Ministry of Punishment for trial, and then Prince Jing, Zhu Luying, Ning'an and his entourage left first. Before leaving,

Zhu Luying did not forget to call Brother Li a few times, which made Ning An on the side feel a little uncomfortable, and there was an indescribable look on his face.

Watching King Jing and others go out, Zheng Yao and other talented people from the Shuzhou Guild Hall had no intention of staying at the Fahua Temple any longer. They originally thought they were here to watch the temple fair, and then show off their skills and express themselves by guessing lantern riddles and the like.

He was a talented poet, but he never expected to meet a dead person. Not only was there no chance of guessing lantern riddles to show off his poetic talent, he was not even allowed to step out of the gate of Fahua Temple. As a result, he stayed there for three days.

Fortunately, the matter was finally over, and everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief. After sorting themselves out for a while, and saying goodbye to the abbot of the temple, the group headed to the Shuzhou Guild Hall.

On the way, everyone was no longer as lively and happy as before, but was much quieter. Perhaps this trip to Fahua Temple also made everyone feel tired. So when they returned to the guild hall, even Zou Cen didn't say a word.

Then he immediately went back to his room, seemingly trying to catch up on his nap.

As for the other talented people, of course, the same was true. Anyway, they had no intention of listening to the old man's "General Interpretation of the Analects of Confucius" and other articles that would make people sleepy at the first listen, so after washing up a little, they all went to sleep.

Zheng Yao had not slept a wink for nearly a day and night (he only slept for a short while during the next day). When he returned to the clubhouse, he looked tired. You must know that he had never felt like this when working on a case before.
Chapter completed!