Long Junchen didn't feel anything when he heard the name Wen Zhengqing. After all, he was not in politics and had no idea about these active figures in politics. But his failure to do so does he mean that he is stupid. What is Zuo Du Censor's identity?

This is from the third-rank court official, the third-rank, where did Li Dalin get the courage? Xiao Jiujiu, the third-rank official, dare to investigate. Long Junchen smiled bitterly and thought, Li Dalin is really brave, and he dares to collect information from these people. What makes people feel even more ironic is that the Zuodu Censor was originally an inspector and was in charge of the balance of justice. Now, he didn't preside over justice first, but someone else found out that the little cat was tricked.

"So, what is hidden behind this matter? Zuodu Censor, how could he involve such a high-ranking official?" Long Junchen's eyes suddenly began to hop wildly, and a cold look gradually appeared in his eyes. He lit a cigarette lightly, and always felt that he had seen the name Wen Zhengqing in a certain case sect, but he could not remember where he had seen the name.

"Little guy, have you ever watched "The Earl of Monte Cristo"?" Yao Sanniang saw Long Junchen fall into deep thought, and suddenly asked this question without thinking. Her plump figure twisted on Long Junchen's body, as if she could squeeze out water. Long Junchen smiled dryly, not understanding, so she looked at Yao Sanniang with a surprised look. Yao Sanniang smiled and said seriously: "It seems that you have seen it, then you must remember that there is a sentence inside - only blood can clear the stains on reputation."

"What do you mean?" Long Junchen suddenly sat upright, and Yao Sanniang, who had been lying on Long Junchen's chest, exclaimed, and was almost directly pulled to the ground by Long Junchen's sudden sudden appearance. Long Junchen hurriedly supported Yao Sanniang's weak and boneless body, and glanced at Yao Sanniang apologetically. The latter said angrily: "What are you excited? I didn't say anything. If you want to investigate this matter, just go investigate it yourself. Even if you are Long Junchen, even if you are a big shot, we Mulin people are also a place to bargain for price trading. I have enough news for you for free, and the rest will be left to you."

Long Junchen left Zuichun Tower. He did not have the habit of lingering among the flower shops. It was not because there was a tigress at home, but because he didn't like the outside environment very much, he always felt like he was peeped at by others. But in fact, Long Junchen's feeling was not an illusion, nor the sequelae left by watching movies that caught sex all year round, but because he was really peeped at. It started to rain lightly in the sky, and the gray sky seemed to have cried.

At the entrance of the alley where the rain was drizzling, a carriage was parked. The horse in front of the carriage was a little impatient by the rain. From time to time, I wanted to beat him but couldn't speak. I wanted to stumble twice but didn't dare to move, and seemed to be afraid of the people in the carriage.

The carriage was silent and deep, but there were low coughs coming from time to time. No one knew who was in this carriage, as if it was melting in the dark night, and it was inconspicuous at all. But if Long Junchen could see the middle-aged fat man standing next to the carriage, he would definitely guess that the person in the carriage was not an ordinary person. The seemingly ordinary middle-aged fat man, although he was introverted, had to pay attention to the vast cultivation level on his body.

He was about forty years old, with triangular eyes and rosacea, and a sparse beard under his jaw. His appearance was really indecent. He was a capital city with a strong spirit and shape. This guy could exist here either by absolute talent, absolute strength, or by strong background. This person was not sent to the counties and prefectures below, but stayed in the capital city. It was really an anomaly. Judging from his cultivation, it was obviously not too low.

If someone who has been in the officialdom of the capital, it will not be difficult to recognize the identity of this person, because this guy is considered a celebrity in the capital. His name is Wen Zhengqing, and his official identity is the Zuodu Censor of the Censorate. However, many officials with higher ranks will please him when they see him, because many people know that he will handle some inconvenient things that are inconvenient to the government.

Therefore, Wen Zhengqing's identity is very special and very popular, and he is considered a very popular person in the court. However, such a person who is more powerful than the prime minister and housekeeper, even though he is soaked in the cold spring rain, he dare not sit in the carriage to shelter from the rain. He bent down and stood honestly outside the carriage with an attitude of being particularly humble. The person sitting in the carriage is worthy of speculation.

Although Zuichun Tower is noble and luxurious, it is out of place across from a river, and it looks out of place with the singing and dancing on the river. It is a completely civilian area with dilapidated buildings and garbage everywhere and no one manages it. From day to night, there are idle people who are idling stalls and vendors walking around the streets. It is not even quiet, so naturally there is no elegance.

But today, the area opposite Zuichun Tower is particularly quiet and quiet, so quiet that the sound of rain falling is like thunder, and the sound of cool breeze blowing through the signboard of the old cake shop is like pine waves. Although these narrow streets and alleys are not prosperous, and although it is raining heavily today, there is not a single person, nor a pedestrian holding an oil paper umbrella.

In today's alley, there are no passers-by walking in the rain, no homeless people rummaging for trash cans, no female cats for feeding kittens, and no even crying babies. It seems that except for the wind and rain and the streets and alleys covered by the solemn intention, the rest are not there, and they are so quiet that they are dying.

The rain wet the middle-aged fat man's clothes and outlined a silhouette that was so hunched that it was almost arched. His fat body trembled slightly. He stood beside the carriage, standing in the rain, bent over, squinted his eyes, and looked at the young man who came out of the Zuichun Tower, and said in a low voice to the person in the carriage: "Hiss, the boy from the Long family came out of the Zuichun Tower. It seems that he had also gone to find Yao Sanniang. I wonder, will he know something? Sir, do you really want to do it?"
Chapter completed!