Zhou Qin looked at Jia Jue with shocked eyes: "Are they here?"

This is the place where Concubine Jin'an and Zhao He planned to go to offer incense. Zhou Qin never thought that Zhao Zheng would hide people in the temple.

Jia Jue nodded: "It shouldn't be wrong. If the information is correct, they should be in the backyard."

With the portrait provided by Zhou Qin, Jia Jue used some system props to find them.

Zhou Qin didn't speak any more, but rushed into the temple immediately.

Jia Jue followed behind her with Ji Yun.

Stepping into the backyard, Jia Jue saw several people lying down on the ground. They didn't look like monks, they should be Zhao Zheng's people.

And the door of a meditation room was wide open, and Zhou Qin's cry came from it.

Jia Jue walked into the room, but saw Zhou Qin was crying beside a woman, and beside her stood a little girl carved in pink and jade.

It seems that these two people are her mother and sister.

When he approached the bed, he saw that the woman's eyes were closed tightly, her complexion was pale, she was on the verge of dying.

The little girl cried: "Sister, they said that my mother has an intestinal ulcer, which is hard to cure."

Zhou Qin's heart trembled violently, and her intestinal abscess was extremely painful. Ordinary strong people couldn't survive it, let alone her mother who had always been weak.

It was almost a death sentence for her mother.

Jia Jue quickly took the pulse of Zhou's mother, and checked her signs. It can be roughly concluded that she has acute appendicitis, which is the intestinal ulcer that Xiang'er mentioned just now.

In modern times, acute appendicitis is not a serious disease, and a minor operation is enough.

But in ancient times, there were no antibiotics, no surgery, and the mortality rate was extremely high.

Seeing his movements, Zhou Qin remembered his medical skills, and immediately knelt down towards him:

"Mr. Jia, you have excellent medical skills. I beg you, save my mother. I am willing to be an ox or a horse to repay your great kindness!"

She was helpless, her mother was about to lose her strength, and all she could ask for was Jia Jue.

Seeing her like this, the little girl beside her also knelt down to him, crying:

"Master, please save my mother! Xiang'er is willing to be a slave and handmaiden, to repay you!"

Jia Jue said hastily: "Please hurry up, two girls, I will do my best."

"Thank you son!" the two girls said together.

"Go and watch outside the door, and no one will disturb you." Jia Jue said to them.

"Everything depends on the young master." Zhou Qin took a deep look at Jia Jue, and walked out of the room with her sister.

After going out, Zhou Qin stood guard at the door, her beautiful face was full of worry.

Although Jia Jue agreed, it might not be possible. She knew exactly what intestinal ulcer meant.

Time passed quietly in her worry, and after an hour, the door of the meditation room finally opened.

Jia Jue walked out of it.

"Young master, my mother..." Zhou Qin asked Jia Jue, her eyes were full of anticipation and fear, she was deeply afraid of hearing Jia Jue say something that would make her sad.

Jia Jue smiled lightly at her: "You can go and see her."

Zhou Qin was overjoyed upon hearing this, and hurried into the room.

But she saw her mother lying on the bed. Although she didn't wake up, her complexion had a tinge of blood, and the brows that were tightly knit together because of the pain were also relaxed.

"It's done! Mother is saved!" She yelled in her heart.

When she was pleasantly surprised, she suddenly saw that her mother's eyelids trembled slightly, and she opened them slowly.

"Qin'er, Xiang'er..." Mother Zhou looked at the two daughters beside her, and called softly.

"Mom!" The two girls cried out coquettishly at the same time, and then the three hugged each other and cried.

After a long time, several people put away their tears. Zhou Qin said to Zhou's mother, came outside the house and knelt down to Jia Jue:

"My lord is so kind, Zhou Qin can't repay her. From now on, I will be an ox or a horse, and let my lord drive me."

After her words fell, a petite figure followed and bowed down to Jia Jue:

"Young Master's great kindness, Xiang'er has nothing to repay. From now on, I will be a slave and a handmaiden, and let the young master drive me."

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Chapter 333 The Controversy Between Monarch and Subject

The fact that King Qing Zhao Zheng was massacred by Zhao Qi quickly spread throughout the capital as if he had wings.

Suddenly, the people were in an uproar, and the government and the public were shaken.

In terms of status, Zhao Zheng was the dignified prince, and he was killed by Zhao Qi just like that. This made many clans and dignitaries feel a great sense of crisis: Even the prince will kill if he says so?Wouldn't it be easier to kill them?How can this work?

From the perspective of identity, Zhao Qi is Zhao Qi's uncle and his elder.Zhao Qi's subordinates committed crimes and killed their own uncles. This is a violation of ethics and the ideals of the people. How can the people tolerate it?

All of a sudden, there was a lot of scolding among the people, criticism from scholars, and memorials from courtiers flew to Zhao Qi like snowflakes, asking him to admit his mistakes, and even asking him to issue a "crime order".

Zhao Qi was furious at this.

It stands to reason that he was also a victim, his son was killed by Zhao Zheng, and he had to watch his son die in front of his own eyes, not to mention the physical and mental trauma, and he still had to bear such infamy.

How does this make him not angry?

Therefore, he, who has always been diligent in politics, did not go to court several times in a row, and even refused the minister's request to see him.

This is a clear statement that he will never admit his mistake!

He refused to back down, and the courtiers and dignitaries naturally couldn't back down either.

Therefore, Zhao Qi and the courtiers were deadlocked.

Zhao Qi did not go to court, and the courtiers and dignitaries who were not reconciled came to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to beg to see him.

But how could Zhao Qi summon them?

Therefore, these courtiers and dignitaries waited outside the door. If they didn't see each other for a day, they would wait for a day. If they didn't see each other for a month, they would wait for a month. Anyway, they were determined to force Zhao Qi to bow his head and admit his mistake.

The battle between the monarch and his ministers begins here.

Among the courtiers and dignitaries, there is one person who is very special.

That is Jia Jue.

It stands to reason that he is an official of the fourth rank, which is not low, and he is even more expensive as a marquis, so he should be on the side of courtiers and dignitaries.

But his status is really special, because he is the emperor's servant, the emperor's closest minister, and the emperor's confidant.

So, everyone turned their attention to Jia Jue, because he was the only courtier who could see Zhao Qi at this moment.

Everyone is waiting for his action.

Including Zhao Qi.

……

Youshi, Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Jia Jue bowed to Zhao Qi and said, "Your Majesty, the hour of You has come, and I will take my leave."

It's time to get off work.

Zhao Qi glanced at him and asked, "You left just like that?"

"Your Majesty, do you have something to explain?" Jia Jue asked.

Zhao Qi shook his head: "It's not that I have something to do, but that people outside are looking for something to do with you."

He knew that everyone was staring at Jia Jue.

Jia Jue's face was full of bewilderment: "Your Majesty, what are those adults looking for me for?"

Seeing this, Zhao Qi glared at him: "Who are you acting for? Don't you think I don't know that group of bastards want you to tell me something?"

When entering the palace today, a group of people stopped Jia Jue and asked him to speak to Zhao Qi, some even asked him to stand up and persuade Zhao Qi.

Jia Jue suddenly said, "Oh, there are indeed. It's just that I forgot what they asked me to bring."

"Forget?" Zhao Qi looked at him inexplicably, can he forget what happened this morning?

"Weichen went to bed too late recently, got up early, and was in a daze when he entered the palace. How could he remember what they said?"

Zhao Qi looked at him suspiciously: "You leave at You every day, why do you go to bed late?"

He didn't assign any tasks to Jia Jue. Jia Jue got off work as soon as the o'clock arrived, so how could he sleep late?

Jia Jue coughed softly: "This minister has newly taken in four concubines, Your Majesty, you understand."

puff!

Liu Tian on the side couldn't help laughing when he heard the words.

Zhao Qi also had a weird look on his face, he never expected to ask such an answer.

"Your Majesty, how about I come back an hour later?" Jia Jue asked tentatively.

Zhao Qi glared at him fiercely: "From my point of view, it's better for you to marry fewer people."

Jia Jue chuckled: "Forget it, I'll go to bed earlier in the future."

Zhao Qi looked at him, and pondered for a while: "Forget it, you don't have to come tomorrow, I allow you to ask for leave, you can rest for a few days."

He also knew that Jia Jue was in an embarrassing situation, no matter who he offended, it would not be good.

So, simply give him a vacation and keep him away from the whirlpool.

This is also a kind of protection for Jia Jue.

His intentions were naturally clear to Jia Jue, he took a deep look at Zhao Qi, then smiled lightly and said:

"Your Majesty, are you quite embarrassed about this matter?"

"Nonsense!" Zhao Qi said angrily.

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