Zhao Junhan's current position is not high-level, but he has real power.
The Ministry of Personnel is the head of the six departments.
Emperor Yuan asked him to supervise the Ministry of Personnel in order to restrict Qu Yuan's power.
He was extremely busy.
Not only did he have to review the files, he also had to figure out the intricate official relationships in the Ministry of Personnel.
No matter how busy he was, he never forgot to ask someone to pick him up, but he was a step late.
Originally, Zhao Junhan planned to pick him up in person, but he couldn't get away.
There were a lot of people watching him secretly when he first showed up.
The waiter didn't receive the person, so he had a bad intuition.
When he inquired and found that the person had been taken away by Song Duan, he rushed back in a hurry.
Zhao Junhan's mansion outside the palace has not been built yet, and he still lives inside the palace.
He was reading some documents in the study when he heard a noise, raised his eyelids and asked lightly, "Where is the person?"
The chamberlain bit the bullet and said, "Your Highness, I have been taken away by the man from Xichang."
Zhao Junhan's sharp gaze was directed at him, his vicious eyes as if he wanted to eat someone.
He grimaced, gritted his teeth, and almost said word by word: "Say it again."
"I was picked up by Liu Jin an hour ago.
Judging from the situation, it must be that person's wish."
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his legs began to tremble under such a depressing atmosphere.
Zhao Junhan's face could no longer be described as gloomy.
Anger surged up and he slapped his palm on the table with a heavy sound.
He walked out from behind the desk and rushed out very quickly.
The hands under his sleeves were held tightly.
He had not forgotten that Song Duan wanted to kill her in the first place.
Zhao Junhan suddenly recalled that on the day of the spring hunting, Song Duan asked her name.
At that time, he did not answer, did not want to say it, let alone dared to say it.
The thought that Song Duan wanted to kill her never stopped.
He was full of anger, and if it wasn't for his excellent self-control, he might have taken advantage of the waiter just now.
The door of Wenyuan Palace was closed tightly.
Zhao Junhan took a step back and kicked the door open.
The eunuch guarding the door was startled.
He was sleepy and fell asleep just leaning against the wall.
He was now awake.
He recognized Zhao Juanhan and did not dare to point his finger at him.
He could only ask tremblingly, "Your Highness, what are you doing?"
Zhao Junhan couldn't hear what others were saying at this moment, so he kicked him away and went in.
His dark face was really terrifying.
If Song Duan had really done anything after an hour, it would have been too late.
If Song Duan really dares to attack He Ling, Ah Bi Hell will be waiting for Song Duan.
Liu Jin saw the menacing man, and before he had time to report, Zhao Junhan pushed open the door with great force, and the wooden boards slapped against the wall, making it difficult for people not to notice.
Song Duan leaned on the recliner, closed his eyes, and tapped his thigh lightly with his fingers.
He raised his eyes and saw Zhao Junhan's angry face.
Oh, this little wolf dog is angry.
He sat up slowly without any intention of saluting.
He raised his eyebrows and asked, "His Majesty, the Third Highness, is here.
What do you want to do?"
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Zhao Junhan spoke clearly, "Where is she?"
Song Duan was stunned for a moment.
His feelings were for his little niece.
He smiled and said, "Who is it that His Highness said was lost?
Why did you come to this governor to find it?"
Zhao Junhan lost his patience and his voice became louder when he spoke, "You know who I'm talking about, don't pretend to me."
Song Duan stopped smiling, with a cold look on his face, "I thought that Master a few days ago, now he looks like a real person and speaks with much more confidence."
Zhao Junhan rushed forward, grabbed him by the collar, and stared at him with eyes that were filled with blood.
He almost yelled, "Don't touch her."
Don't touch her, she's mine.
She cannot die.
Song Duan put his hand on his shoulder and threw him down with 70% of his strength.
The boots under Song Duan's feet stepped on his chest mercilessly, making him pale in pain.
Song Duan knelt down, his cold eyes lost the previous interest, and asked: "Do you like her?"
Zhao Junhan coughed twice, but still stubbornly said what he just said, "Don't touch her."
Song Duan let go of his feet, his brows were knotted, this little wolf dog was quite persistent.
"Oh, what if the governor said she was dead."
Song Duan crossed his arms and continued with relish: "Ah, I buried her in the yard as flower fertilizer.
If you like her so much, dig two pots of soil back and keep a Think about it."
Zhao Junhan slowly got up from the ground.
He lowered his head and lowered his eyes in silence.
His long hair covered the side of his face, making it difficult to see what he was thinking.
He suddenly raised his head and laughed in a low voice.
The laughter was meandering, and he said: "Song Duan, I will kill you."
At this moment, he had no calmness and no restraint.
He only knew that the overwhelming anger was going to burn him up.
The bloodthirsty reached its extreme and he wanted to kill him.
Song Duan looked at him with contempt and sneered, "Your martial arts was taught by me.
You really think of yourself as a person."
"You still have nothing."
After all, Zhao Shizong still had a lot of troops, but apart from a few names, he actually had no one loyal to him.
Zhao Junhan attacked him like crazy, but Song Duan didn't intend to show any mercy and fought back with ten thousand strength.
The gap between the two was too big, and Zhao Junhan quickly fell behind, but he still fought hard to face him.
Song Duan knocked him away with a palm.
His body first hit the tree trunk and then fell to the ground.
He fell to the ground as if dead.
He Ling's hand relaxed, and the teacup on the tray hit the ground with a crisp sound.
Song Duan looked along the sound, and the murderous intent on his face disappeared the moment he saw the person coming.
He Ling ran to Zhao Juanhan, helped him up, and asked anxiously: "Are you okay?"
Zhao Junhan looked at her with hazy eyes, and finally realized that he had been tricked by Song Duan.
Song Duan was testing him, and the test and bell were somewhat important in his heart, so he used this to control him.
He moved his lips, but instead of saying anything, he spit out blood.
He Ling's eyes suddenly turned red, and she became even more careful with him.
She turned her head and stared at Song Duan with resentful eyes.
Song Duan felt uncomfortable with the look in her eyes, and began to feel annoyed in his heart.
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It was better now, and everything he had done before was in vain.
He smiled bitterly, and He Ling really wanted to hate him.
How come it's such a coincidence?
To put it bluntly, it was Liu Jin's fault.
Seeing He Ling staying in the room dullly, he was afraid that she would have random thoughts, so He Ling brought a bowl of tea over.
He didn't expect to get a fight to the death.
In fact, this little pain was nothing to Zhao Junhan.
He had suffered more serious injuries before.
He got up from the ground, held He Ling's wrist tightly with his hand, and pulled her behind him, his protective posture clearly revealed.
He Ling also followed his thoughts and stood obediently behind him without moving.
Song Duan muttered secretly, that's my niece, why are you so diligent?
Song Duan took a step forward, and the water in He Ling's eyes would turn into tears and fall.
His second step stopped abruptly.
He was so angry that he walked away on the spot.
I don’t know the heart of a good person.
I am your uncle.
Zhao Junhan held on to keep his body from falling, turned around and asked her, "Did he make things difficult for you?"
He Ling shook his head, "No."
When Zhao Junhan saw her looking well, his heart gradually relaxed.
He hung his whole body on her and put her little hand on his chest, "He Ling, I hurt so much."
"Where did he hit you?"
"He hit me everywhere, he was really tough," he replied.
He Ling sighed, "Why did you start fighting with him?
Don't mess with him next time.
Just follow him and you won't get hurt."
Zhao Junhan was startled, then suddenly smiled, "Okay, I'll do whatever you want."
The gentle spring breeze blew over their faces, and the golden sunlight shone on their heads.
The vitality of spring was also reflected in the tender green of the plants.
Zhao Junhan hugged her and refused to let go.
After a long time, He Ling heard him say, "I want to take you away."
He Ling's hands were stiff.
She didn't know how difficult it was for him.
Although she wanted to leave, she didn't want to drag him down.
He Ling sniffed and pretended to be relaxed, "It's very nice here.
At least it's much better than Sishantang.
No one bullies me and I don't have to do the heavy work."
"It's really good."
Zhao Junhan's eyes turned red and he attributed all this to his own incompetence.
"I heard that you became a high official."
"Yeah."
His tone was lazy and unconcerned.
"Then you have to make decisions for the people."
This sentence shocked him.
Everything he did was for power and status.
It turned out that he could also benefit the people.
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The next day at the court meeting, Zhao Junhan reported to the officials that he had taken bribes, embezzled the funds for repairing the Yellow River embankment, and even paid for murders.
Qu Yuan was caught off guard by this memorial, and he was not even given a chance to refute the evidence.
The official was his right-hand man, so of course he would feel pain if his arm was removed.
As soon as the fold came out, the government and the public were shocked.
Emperor Yuan dropped the cup and ordered the officials to be dragged out and beheaded on the spot.
He was even more angry with the officials.
He did not directly scold Qu Yuan, but only scolded the group of people under him in a roundabout way.
Zhao Junhan's meritorious service was naturally rewarded, and Emperor Yuan made no secret of his intention to praise him.
The seal of the One Hundred Thousand Praetorian Guards was temporarily placed upon him.
Even if it is temporary, it is enough to keep some people awake at night. gd1806102: