"Our master ran dozens of laps, and was so tired that he was deaf and his eyes were blurred. He didn't know that Master Jianzheng was here! Please forgive me!"

Lu Junyi spoke respectfully and pleaded for Zhang Lin.

After hearing this, Zhang Lin felt something was wrong. He raised his heavy hand and wiped away the sweat that was blurred around his eyes. He opened his eyes and saw that when he saw the scene in front of him, he was stunned.

Zhang Yizhi stood in front of him so straight, looking down at him, his face extremely gloomy, as if someone owed him much gold and silver.

When the other worshipers saw Zhang Lin, they felt that his changes were too great. They were at least seven years older than the last time they met. They felt happy for this and had a gloating smile on their faces. This was the consequence of dominating the emperor and deserved it.

The guards and eunuchs who followed were staring at Zhang Lin with a look of contempt and sarcasm on their faces.

Zhang Lin hurriedly got up and saluted, but the burden on him was too heavy, and he was exhausted, his legs and feet were sore and numb. He wanted to stand up, but he fell to the ground, making a crisp and dull interaction sound. He had to hold his fists on the ground and said:

"I don't know if the sergeant priest arrives, and I miss you. Please forgive me!"

"Forgive sins? You can atone for sins in one sentence. Why do you need palace rules?" Zhang Yizhi curled his lips, his face turned cold and he said without an expression.

When Zhang Lin heard this, he felt something was wrong. In his impression, although Zhang Yizhi was a little more serious and aloof, he was not so difficult to talk to. Although his relationship with Zhang Yizhi was not close, there was no stalemate between the two sides. What happened today? He mentioned the palace rules as soon as he opened his mouth and put on such a face of provoking troops to indict him. It seemed that I had never offended him.

He struggled and stood up from the ground. The iron tiles hit the iron armor and made a clanging sound. He frowned with his sharp eyebrows and asked in a puzzled voice:

"Master Jianzheng, I wonder what you mean?"

"You are still pretending to be confused with me?" Zhang Yizhi stared at Zhang Lin with his serious and cold eyes, pinched his fingers, and scolded sarcastically, "Don't you know how many crimes you have committed after entering the palace? How did I teach you that you are not allowed to form cliques, fight, or touch other women in the palace. But you missed the palace rules, beat Shisanlang, and stole the gangs with Shangguan Wan'er, and tried to dominate the harem, and violated the palace rules many times in a row! Although I am generous, I cannot mist the law."

"You're still pretending to be confused with me?"

Zhang Yizhi stared at Zhang Lin with his serious and cold eyes, pinched his fingers, and scolded him sarcastically.

"Don't you know how many crimes you committed after entering the palace? How did I teach you that you are not allowed to form cliques, fight, or touch other women in the palace. But you missed the rules of the palace, beat Shisanlang, and stole the trouble with Shangguan Wan'er. You also tried to dominate the harem and violated the rules of the palace many times in a row! Although I am generous, I cannot mist the law."

From Zhang Yizhi's words, Zhang Lin could hear that he was here to find trouble, such as beating Shisanlang and mingling with Shangguan Wan'er, were all excuses. The only reason he came here was that he was unhappy because of dominating the harem!

It turned out that Zhang Lin was quite fortunate that he believed that the harem composed of male concubines was relatively calm and friendly, and there was no intrigue and deceitful palace fight. Now it proved that he was wrong. Regardless of men and women, there would be a fight wherever there were people.

But men's mind is a little broader, and the jealousy and resentment between each other will be buried deeper, and the attack time will be delayed longer. It is precisely because the burial is delayed long that it will ferment, and it will become more violent and difficult to control when it occurs.

The crimes Zhang Yizhi mentioned are all facts. Zhang Lin cannot deny them, and there is no need to deny them. He has suffered all the consequences, so what else should he do?

"Sir, since you said I have committed so many crimes, what do you want to do?" Zhang Lin asked in a humble and arrogant manner. He wanted to know the real purpose of their coming to Hanyuan with great fanfare.

Zhang Yizhi sat down on a chair brought by the eunuch, raised his legs and a look of coldness appeared on his face, saying:

"It's not what I want to do, but the palace rules are placed there and handled according to the palace rules. The person who comes to tell him how to deal with the crimes he committed according to the palace rules?"

"If you fight privately, you will be punished with a hundred sticks; if you hang out with other women, you will be punished with two hundred sticks, and you will be confiscated; if you dominate the harem, you will be punished with two hundred sticks. If you punish three crimes, you will be punished with five hundred sticks, and you will be confiscated with a hundred sticks."

An eunuch stepped forward and said with a pride.

After hearing this, Zhang Lin almost fainted.

It turns out that he ran around for a long time, but he still couldn't escape Xue Aocao's fate! How could Zhang Lin accept his fate? He used to put a crane seal on him, but he strongly opposed it. Now he wants to confiscate his little crane, how could he let it go?

This Zhang Yizhi is a little too cruel. He will confiscate the human weapon as soon as he goes out. This is equivalent to attacking the opponent from the most fundamental position, so that the opponent will never be able to turn over!

He looked around, and seven or eight worshippers, dozens of guards, dozens of eunuchs, and dozens of palace maids were staring at him fiercely. If he wanted to escape, he would have no way out.

Xue Ziyi and Tian Daogui, whom he was familiar with, had a very cold look and looked at him. In their eyes, Zhang Lin saw a very unfriendly expression. It was impossible to even think about it if he wanted to plead for him.

He saw Li Peiyi staring at him with a fierce look. The latter's face was once beaten into a pig's head by him, but now he has returned to his original charming appearance, but his charming appearance is distorted by hatred and hostility, becoming hideous, ugly, and like a ferocious spirit.

The other worshippers all had expressions of mockery, contempt and hatred on their faces.

Zhang Lin felt that no one would help him, and he could only save himself.

"I was sent to the cold palace because of these crimes. I have been dealt with. The emperor has made a conclusion about my treatment. Do you want to overturn the emperor's conclusion? Do you think your power is greater than that of the emperor?" His voice was hoarse, but it was very powerful, which made people find it difficult to argue after hearing it.

"I have said that I do it according to the palace rules. It has nothing to do with the emperor. You don't need to carry it out to scare me!" Zhang Yizhi made an arrogant attitude, smiling indifferently, and said.

After hearing Zhang Yizhi's words and seeing his expression, Zhang Lin was a little surprised. He did not expect this guy to be so calm and so strong, he was even more powerful than Li Zhaode and others.

Zhang Lin knew in his heart that the reason why he could beat Li Baide in the court was entirely because the emperor was present, which formed an invisible shock. Now that the emperor is not here, one or two hats can't scare people. When a scholar meets a soldier, it is hard to explain. In this case, the competition depends entirely on strength.

Thinking of his strength, Zhang Lin turned around and looked at Lu Junyi. The latter stood aside with his head down, an angry and helpless expression appeared on his face, and was surrounded by several eunuchs in a false way.

He realized in his heart that in Hanyuan, facing Zhang Yizhi, the most powerful opponent in the harem, his life and death depended on himself and could not rely on Lu Junyi, because in front of Zhang Yizhi, Lu Junyi would definitely not dare to take action. He remembered that in Cuiyang Palace, when Xue Lu wanted to beat him, none of his eunuchs or palace maids dared to take action, which was a clear proof.

"Master Zheng, can you discuss it and let me go? If you can let me go, I will be grateful. I will only be your leader in the future!" Faced with a strong enemy and his weak position, Zhang Lin could only temporarily restrain his anger, patiently and speak kindly.

"Brothers, he said he would let him go, are you willing?"

Zhang Yizhi turned his head and asked everyone, with unconcealed ridicule and teasing in his tone. It can be seen that he was not sincerely asking everyone for their opinions, but wanted to create an atmosphere of unity against the enemy.

"I don't want to!"

All the worshipers spoke in unison.

"When you were dominating the emperor, did you ever think of letting us go?" Someone pointed at Zhang Lin's face and laughed wantonly.

"Your medicine residue!"

"Cut his harp!" Li Peiyi shouted loudly, and was eager to try, with the intention of taking the knife himself.

"Look at whether his turtle is a donkey or a horse!" A cruel smile appeared on Tian Daogui's face.

"I guess I've become a donkey now!" Xue Zi smiled strangely.

This is how Zhang Yizhi's goal was achieved by uniting hatred against the enemy.
Chapter completed!