Since he had decided to show up in court, Zhao Shouzheng naturally had no reason to stay there... Oh no, he was hiding in the eldest princess's mansion.

That night, he said goodbye to the little master Yiyi and quietly returned home with the cover of the night.

Mr. Zhao thought that once he got home, he would be beaten up by the old man.

Unexpectedly, what made him overjoyed was that his father actually left the capital in the afternoon. He had almost arrived in Tongzhou now.

"Haha, your grandfather doesn't wait, how good is it to go again when he meets him?" Zhao Shouzheng immediately relaxed.

"Grandpa said, I'm tired of staying in the capital, and I'm going to climb Mount Tai." Zhao Hao thought to himself, the old man was mainly afraid of killing you and causing a tragedy in the chéngrén.

"Oh, it's such a pity." Zhao Shouzheng sighed and said, "I still want to talk to him about Ning'an. After so many years, why can't I be calm?"

"This is to ask yourself."

"How could I know?" Zhao Shouzheng was puzzled and said: "I was knocked out by your grandfather back then and tied it back to my hometown. There is no way to know about the matter in Beijing. I have asked your godmother this time, but she said that she just had a fight with the old man."

"That's all," Zhao Hao said in surprise: "Has the old man held grudges for so many years?"

"Hey, the old man is too arrogant..." Zhao Shouzheng said depressedly: "Ning'an is so kind, a girl who was only fifteen or sixteen years old at that time, how could he do anything to him? Can he tie the old man to a stone and throw it into Houhai?"

"That's not possible." Zhao Hao couldn't help but shake his head. Yes, how gentle, kind and kind the godmother is.

He actually asked the old man what kind of holidays he had with the eldest princess and why he was a "vicious woman" whispered?

Zhao Liben's answer was: 'Don't ask, asking is a deep hatred!'

Hey, why do these words sound so familiar?

"Father, go to bed early, tomorrow will be very energetic." Forget it, as long as the godmother is nice to her, no matter how she and the old man are.

"Son, son, do you have to adjust the three golden sentences tomorrow?" Zhao Shouzheng finally worried about the court discussion tomorrow when he heard this.

"Three golden sentences?" A trace of confusion flashed in Zhao Hao's eyes.

As we all know, Mr. Zhao’s memory of the world is at the level of Xiwa…

"It's...'I am dedicated to my career and ignore civil affairs. My son will handle all the affairs at home, so I don't know about it." Zhao Shouzheng still remembered it freshly and quickly reminded:

"There is also 'I can't answer this matter for the time being. I'll wait for me to go back and ask for it before replying to the master.''I can't come up with evidence, I'll sue you for a false accusation."

"Oh." Zhao Hao suddenly realized, patted his forehead and said, "Of course I need to modify it."

"What did you change to?" Zhao Shouzheng looked at Zhao Hao. The effect last time was so good, which made him very superstitious about these 'three golden sentences'.

Zhao Hao thought for a moment and said with a smile:

"It is changed to... 'If you want to add a crime, there is no reason to worry about it', 'nothing to tell', 'let' bring out evidence'."

"Uh, this time is so simple?" Zhao Shouzheng felt a little confused. "Can you pass the test for your father?"

"Father, how could there be any golden three sentences?" Zhao Hao smiled bitterly and said to the truth: "That day was just a delaying strategy."

As he said that, he glanced at Zhao Shouzheng deeply and said seriously: "But tomorrow will be the final judgment. My father can only face it bravely and not be led by others."

"Son, haven't you and Ning An completely solved it?" Zhao Shouzheng felt a little uneasy.

"I can only say that my godmother and I have tried our best." Zhao Hao spread his hands and said, "But the ministers and ministers of various departments, the censors of the Censorate, and those princes and marquises are not allowed to be fiddled with."

"That's right..." Zhao Shouzheng was completely depressed. He thought that his son and the eldest princess would definitely be able to do it.

It’s not that he scared Mr. Zhao Er. When things come to an end, Zhao Hao’s heart is really up and down.

Except for the Cabinet Grand Secretary who did not participate in the court discussion as usual, almost all the top bureaucrats in the court will attend tomorrow.

Whoever can control them will be able to dominate the court.

Zhao Hao asked himself that he didn't have the ability. In fact, he couldn't even see those big shots.

I can only rely on the power of capital to see if I can create a miracle...

As a result, that night, Zhao Shouzheng, who had a very good sleep, suffered from insomnia for the first time.

He tossed and whipped the kang for half a night of pancakes. Finally, he got up until dawn, and ran to the East Courtyard to burn incense and kowtow to Taizu.

After staying with Taizu for a long time, Zhao Shouzheng was still uneasy when he came back, so Zhao Hao advised him:

"Dad to rest, Xiaocang Mountain garden is almost repaired. At worst, we can go back to enjoy our old age."

"That's right. Anyway, my father and my son's money will never be spent in eight lifetimes." Mr. Zhao immediately smiled and then said with a bitter face: "But what if I eat the board?"

"Don't worry about this. Eunuch Feng is the vice chairman of our supervisory board. I have already greeted him and will show mercy." Zhao Hao comforted him again, thinking that it was just a fragile person at most.

"Ah, you said it earlier. It made my father not fall asleep all night." Mr. Zhao was indeed easy to coax. He immediately put down his worries, dressed them easily and had an extra breakfast.

Before getting into the sedan chair, he suddenly remembered something and asked Zhao Hao: "Do you want to put a thick skin on your butt?"

"No need, I've taken off my pants now." Zhao Hao directly pressed his head into the sedan chair and followed the carriage out of Chunsong Hutong.

On West Chang'an Street, Xu Fan also went out in a sedan chair.

Although he has retired, as a victim, he still has to participate in the court discussion.

Xu's mansion was next to Xiyuan and arrived at You'anmen in the blink of an eye.

Here, he has to get out of the sedan chair.

The sedan chair owner carried less than a mile of land, and his body was not moving.

What people want is this pomp. If you don’t become an official, you have to pay more attention to it.

Well, in fact, Xiaoge Lao always pays attention to people.

Several censors who participated in the court today had been waiting at You'anmen. Seeing the little pavilion getting out of the sedan chair, they quickly came up to meet him.

After the ceremony, several people surrounded Xu Fan and walked towards Chengtian Gate.

"Your Majesty is really a big deal, but a composer from the sixth rank directly asked Dali Temple to judge him, and he had to get a discussion in the court." A censor said angrily.

"It's good to talk about it, let him feel the feeling of being despised by all the ministers of the court! It will be unforgettable for life."

"There should be no variable, right?" asked a censor named Zhu Wenke.

"What variables can there be?" Xu Fan took out the posture of a young master for the last time and looked down on the censor Zhu and said: "Today, there are thirty-three votes. Among the nine ministers, seven are our own people, twelve ministers, and eight are promoted by my father. In addition to you five, your own people are truly own, and they account for twenty votes."

"Even if the rest of us don't vote for me, we can win!" Xu Fan said with a sneer and said, "Tell me, what variables can there be?"
Chapter completed!