After the death of the previous emperor, the Empress Dowager became arrogant

Chapter 134 Returning to Beijing

Lu Zhao pushed her into the carriage and went outside to guard. "If we don't act more miserable, how can we show the hardships of our journey?"

Yuan Qing was confused by his operation.

Could it be that he asked her to keep the clothes just for this?

This is too...

There is no way, after all Lu Zhao is her boss now, and she has to obey her boss's orders.

Yuan Qing changed into her old clothes. Lu Zhao took a closer look but felt unsatisfied.

The clothes inside were so clean that they didn't look like they were just from a disaster.

He leaned over, grabbed a handful of dirt, covered her face with his sleeve, and threw it up.

Yuan Qing couldn't stand it any longer, "I just washed it yesterday, you——"

Unexpectedly, Lu Zhao pushed her away and went into the car to change clothes.

Then he lifted the car curtain and said, "Don't peek."

Yuan Qing: "..."

It's just a big speechless.

After changing clothes, Lu Zhao took the lead in tying the carriage outside the city and walked to the soldiers guarding the city on foot.

The soldier thought he was a beggar outside, so he waved his hand and told him to go away. "Go away, go away, where did you come from, you stinky beggar!"

Lu Zhao ignored the soldiers guarding the city and gave a bear hug to the official who was checking at the city gate, "Please save me, sir!"

The official was about to shake him off, but when he turned around, he saw Lu Zhao's miserable face. He turned around and supported him, but he cried out in shock: "Hey, Brother Lu, how did you become so miserable?"

Lu Zhao didn't bother to explain to him. He was so weak that he looked like he was about to faint. He hung on the man and gasped for breath.

Yuan Qing's eyes hurt from watching this.

Should she also follow suit and pretend to be seriously injured?

But the man didn't pay any attention to her. He immediately helped Lu Zhao up and walked home.

Yuan Qing hurriedly followed.

The person who provided them with accommodation and medical care was an official from the Ministry of Revenue. Lu Zhao had often interacted with the official when he was on duty in the past, and the two gradually became familiar with each other.

Master Fu applied medicine to him and sighed, "You've been gone for half a month. The Dali Temple has been very busy without you. He's been clamoring to bring you back every day."

Lu Zhao turned around and asked, "Did he really do that?"

"How could that be possible?" Lord Fu pressed him back. "He was just talking. You were sent out by His Majesty to do an errand. How could he dare to really arrest you and bring you back?"

Suddenly he turned around and looked at Yuan Qing who was sitting silently beside him. He became interested and asked, "Are you the miserable young man in the ballad?"

Yuan Qing pursed her lips, looked at Lu Zhao deeply, then looked at Lord Fu again and nodded.

"I've heard of you for a long time, but I've never had the chance to meet you." Master Fu seemed to sigh, and suddenly changed the subject, "However, why do I feel that this style and style are so similar to someone else's style."

Yuan Qing's eyes lit up, and he nodded frantically at him, and kept signaling with his eyes to someone who was rolling his eyes.

Lu Zhao was pinned down and unable to move. He could only rest his head on the pillow. "I'm doing this for her sake. She has already made enough enemies in the capital. If someone makes a big fuss about her background and then throws the dirty water on Your Majesty, it will be no joke."

Master Fu also agreed, "Indeed, the further this matter spreads, the more beneficial it will be to him. No matter how the opponent spreads rumors and slanders in the future, it will greatly reduce the credibility. In this matter, Brother Lu has taken the initiative."

Yuan Qing couldn't interrupt.

It's not like she didn't know Lu Zhao's intention, but the whole story had to be told through someone else's mouth. It would be useless if she said it herself.

Lu Zhao used his serious injuries as an excuse to stay at home and not attend court.

As his subordinate official, Yuan Qing had to run errands for him, running back and forth between the Dali Temple and Lu's residence.

Fortunately, Lu's residence was not too far from the Dali Temple, and one could walk there and back in just over ten minutes, which saved a lot of trouble.

Lu Zhao was lying on the bed, reading a book in his hand.

Hearing footsteps outside, he immediately hid the book under his pillow again, leaning against the quilt, groaning in pain.

Yuan Qing lifted the curtain and entered the room. Hearing him say this, she couldn't help but roll her eyes, "Stop whining, it's me."

Lu Zhao turned around and got up. When he saw that it was her, he lay down again and took out the book he had been reading.

"When are you going to court?" Yuan Qing, wearing his newly issued official robes, moved a chair and sat next to him. "Those people ask me about you every day. It seems that the Dali Temple can't function without you."

"Who cares about them?" Lu Zhao rested his head on his arm and turned a page of the book. "They are not concerned about my injury at all. They are clearly here to get to know the truth. They want to know what major case I uncovered in Pingjin Prefecture that made the enemy want to kill me like this."

"What you have investigated only concerns some people, not all of them. They don't need to be so persistent."

Lu Zhao closed the book, sat up and looked at her, "Who told you that I found out who was involved?"

Yuan Qing suddenly realized, "Could it be that you..."

Lu Zhao lay down again. "I was just trying to trick them. I didn't expect that so many people would be desperate. Let's wait a little longer. There are still big fish that haven't taken the bait yet."

Yes, the ones who have appeared so far are all small characters, and it is still unknown who are behind them.