It is obviously not a good thing to be invited to the Censorate for tea. Many people may not be sure to become criminals after drinking this cup of tea.

It was Ye Chunqiu's first time coming here. After he got in, he was introduced to a small hall. Then he saw his old acquaintance Deng Jian, and the one sitting on the other side was burnt in yellow.

Deng Jian was stern today. Although Ye Chunqiu had a life-saving grace for him, Ye Chunqiu already knew what kind of character he was before he saw him. He would not show mercy outside the law. Of course, Ye Chunqiu was not worried that he would frame him.

Xie Qian asked him to organize this matter, which has to be said that it was a great benefit to Ye Chunqiu. If it were someone else, it would be too easy to be bribed. After all, the person behind this is quite capable.

In the burnt yellow, he looked at Ye Chunqiu with a smile, feeling proud that I, Liu Hansan, are back.

He had just arrived in Nanjing, and then he received a quick report, ordering him to come to Beijing in the name of the Censorate to ask about the case. This was obviously a deliberate arrangement by someone who was interested. Xie Qian arranged Deng Jian, so they arranged it to be a yellowish thing.

Jiaohuangzhong would never be polite to Ye Chunqiu, and this is probably what Jiao Fang means. He hoped that his son would let out this breath.

Ye Chunqiu bowed to Deng Jian, and Deng Jianshou said: "Compiled by Ye, here is just something to ask you, sit down and talk first."

Ye Chunqiu sat down, ignored the burnt yellow, but instead said respectfully to Deng Jian: "I don't know what to ask about?"

Deng Jian seemed to be inconvenient to his legs and feet. Although the injury was cured, he still had sequelae. He took a sip of tea and said, "What is the formula for your medicine?"

Since there may be problems with the medicine, you might as well hand over the formula and let the censors examine it.

Ye Chunqiu smiled and said, "Oh, this... is a bit difficult. If Lord Deng had to ask, could he find a pen and ink?"

Someone brought the pen and ink, and Ye Chunqiu wrote it on the desk before presenting it to Deng Jian.

Deng Jian looked at it and frowned and said, "What is this?"

The things that are densely written on it are mostly unheard of things like propyl, methyl, B and C.

Ye Chunqiu said: "When Xiaguan was young, he met a strange person. This person had great medical skills, just like a magical technique. He taught students many ways to cure diseases and save people. These are the conveniences of this infertile medicine, and they all need to be refined. If an adult wants to give it a try, Xiaguan can refine it on the spot..."

The side of the burnt Huangzhong heard it and sneered, saying, "Ha, pretend to be a ghost, Ye Chunqiu, tell the truth, where is your medicine coming from? I know you definitely don't..."

"Chief Jiao!" Deng Jian suddenly interrupted the burnt yellow center with a cold face. Others were afraid of the burnt yellow center, but Deng Jian was not afraid. He said sternly: "Chief Jiao must know the superiority and inferiority of the superiority."

The four words "high and low" almost made the burnt yellow and the middle are half-exhausted.

Who are you? Jiaoge is my father. What are you, Deng Jian,? You are just a small censor.

But under Deng Jian's cold eyes, he couldn't find any words for a while.

Deng Jian then said: "Ye Chunqiu, the problem now is not where your medicine comes from, but that the medicine has been asked by the imperial physicians. The imperial physicians almost spoke in unison, saying that the problem is most likely to be on this medicine. Ye compiled it. I know your personality well... You and I can't fight or deal. Can you prove it yourself?"

People from the Imperial Hospital...

Ye Chunqiu could almost imagine why these imperial doctors expressed their opinions like this.

On the one hand, His Majesty is seriously ill now and they are helpless. The best way is to blame Ye Chunqiu, and he said in unison that there is something wrong with Ye Chunqiu's medicine. After all, it is difficult for them to tell whether the medicine is good or bad. This medicine has completely exceeded their understanding. Of course, you have to bear the blame.

On the other hand, they are ignorant of whether there is any problem with this medicine. Since they are not clear, if they say there is no problem at this time, then what will be the problem then? After all, this is a matter of taking risks, so if you have bad conscience, you will definitely say something. Even if you have a conscience, you will probably say something. Perhaps there may not be any problem. You can't say it to death.

Ye Chunqiu said: "Is there any problem? You can actually just find someone to try it out."

Deng Jian thought about it and seemed to feel it was reasonable and said, "This is a solution. You don't have to worry. Since I am presided over this case, I will definitely..."

"Sir..." Jiao Huangzhong heard Deng Jian want to persuade Ye Chunqiu, and said dissatisfied: "Sir, is it that he wants to cover up Ye Chunqiu? Otherwise, why should he comfort him specifically?"

Deng Jianheng glared at him and said coldly: "What did I say? Is there any part of you, a junior official? However, Censor Huang, the case has not been clarified yet, but you are confident about it, what is your intention?"

Jiao Huangzhong was immediately furious. This time he came back to the capital to be proud. At the beginning, he suggested taking Ye Chunqiu first and passing the trial before Deng Jian refused, saying that he could not wrongly accuse the good people. After that, Deng Jian refused to let him handle this case at all and treated him as a decoration.

By the way, Jiao Huangzhong was originally a choreographer who followed Deng Jian to do odd jobs. His official position was humble and he was just an assistance. It was understandable that Deng Jian made such arrangements, but Jiao Huangzhong's status was different from others. He was the son of Jiao Ge Lao.

Jiao Ge Lao's son came to help. Is it just a simple assistance?

Now Deng Jian’s attitude towards him was so hard that he could not bear it. He sternly said: “Deng Jian, you and Ye Chunqiu are in the same group.”

Who is Deng Jian? He was famous for his special ability to fight in the Nanjing Censorate. The fighter planes among the hens are angry and resentful, and no one dares to provoke them. It is precisely because of this that Xie Qian arranged him to be responsible for this matter. Who would have expected that Jiaohuangzhong would dare to wrongly accuse him.

Deng Jian smiled, then a mouthful of silver light spit out of his mouth, drew a perfect arc in the sky, and landed in the burnt-yellow face very accurately.

Spit in one mouthful.

Deng Jian had been practicing this spitting skill for a long time when he was in Nanjing. He was a master of his generation. He was impartial and straight into the yellow. Then he smiled coldly and said, "What are you? How dare you slander me and slander your Shangguan? Do you know what the crime is? You are so brave. You, a little censor, dare to speak wildly."

He was stunned in the burnt yellow, and he was a little confused as he watched the silver sticky object fall on his face.

As his father progressed step by step, he had never encountered such a thing.

Someone treated him like this? His eyes suddenly turned red and he stared at Deng Jian fiercely: "You...you..."

This is humiliation. If you don’t find it back, you will not be Jiao.
Chapter completed!