After Ding Junjie found that his weight remained the same, he felt depressed and had a rather indulgent dinner.
Han Zeyu became interested and asked, "How indulgent is it?"
Ding Junjie felt extremely guilty: "I ate a braised pork knuckle, stewed with rock sugar."
Han Zeyu nodded and said calmly, "That's indeed quite indulgent."
Ding Junjie cried and apologized sincerely: "I have failed Brother Han's guidance, failed Brother Tiezhu's companionship, and even more failed my wife's expectations and my own efforts."
Ding Junjie became increasingly sad as he spoke, and he began to wail at the top of his lungs: "My wife has been crying at home for half the night. It's my fault. I really don't blame her."
Han Zeyu was puzzled. What does this have to do with your wife?
Ding Junjie's eyes flickered as he said, "Braised pork knuckle is my wife's specialty. She cooked it for me personally."
Han Zeyu was speechless. They were really not from the same family and would not even enter the same house!
"Don't cry, it's just a bottleneck. You'll get through it in about ten days, or even half a month. Just hold on and you'll be fine. You can still lose weight, just not as fast as you did at the beginning."
Ding Junjie nodded repeatedly. Brother Han’s words were golden words, and he must hold on.
"You lose weight quickly at first because you have a large base. The bottleneck period is when your body is protecting you. If you lose weight too quickly, your body can't handle it. You need to keep a calm mindset."
Ding Junjie breathed a sigh of relief. Listening to your words is better than reading for ten years. Most of his anxiety has disappeared.
As for the remaining small half, it was really not something he could control.
"Just come if you want to! Why are you wrapped up like this? Did you sneak out of your post and come here?"
Han Zeyu wanted to say to this brave warrior, you are quite courageous! You dare to skip the Dali Temple class?
Ding Junjie quickly denied it, saying that he had taken sick leave for the whole morning and came for a follow-up visit.
Besides, why did he go out wrapped up like this? It was really a result of childhood trauma and habit.
Han Zeyu was willing to listen to gossip and pushed the sour and sweet fruit tea to Ding Junjie.
Come on, young people, tell us your stories.
Ding Junjie frowned, "My father's behavior has been very strange recently. From what my mother knows about him, she thinks he's been hooked on power again."
Han Zeyu said "Oh~", knowing that this was the second spring that Censor Ding wanted to revitalize his career.
But he was very curious about which unlucky guy was chosen by the powerful Censor Ding.
Ding Junjie whispered, "My father has chosen the Junior Secretary of the Yuanma Temple as his sole impeachment attorney. He's already submitted three memorials. According to reliable intelligence from my mother, the fourth memorial is already in preparation."
Han Zeyu subconsciously asked back, "Is the Shaoqing of Yuanma Temple the Pang Da who caused the collapse of the house?"
Ding Junjie was not too surprised. After all, there were two officials living in this courtyard, so it was normal for them to be well-informed.
"That's him. I don't know why my dad has set his sights on him. I heard he even wants to ask the Qingtianjian to see if there's anything wrong with his family."
Han Zeyu understood that Ding Junjie dressed like this because he was afraid of being recognized. He might have been scared because he was beaten when he was a child.
There's nothing you can do about it. Anyone who has a father like Censor Ding can only wish for good fortune.
Ding Junjie paid for a large bag of fruit tea and rushed back to Dali Temple to report for leave.
Han Zeyu fiddled with the small change on the table, pondering it carefully.
The father of the Shaoqing of Yuanma Temple had a dirty deal with Ning Yuanchen.
To say that he himself was completely unaware of this is definitely a lie!
As a veteran who has been immersed in officialdom for many years, Censor Ding should be the most politically sensitive among the group.
Could it be that this time he is acting as the emperor's mouthpiece?
When mentioning the current emperor, Han Zeyu thought of his unpaid IOU.
If Luo Ying is handed over as a witness, will it be exchanged for another IOU?
Han Zeyu had no expectations of the Emperor's character.
Besides, Luo Ying’s number one enemy is Ning Yuanchen, but the old pervert from the Pang family should not be let off either.
But if Pang Shaoqing falls, can Ning Yuanchen really be implicated?
Han Zeyu scratched his head, feeling like he needed to grow a brain, as Su Shien would have to take care of the hair loss.
If he refuses to use his brain, he will be a beautiful but fragile vase.
Han Zeyu didn't expect that after lying down for an entire afternoon, he would be so full of fighting spirit in the evening.
The reason is simple: Xiao Hei is missing.
Han Zeyu, who had just heard the news, immediately jumped out of bed.
"Great, the BMW was finally stolen!"
Su Shien looked at someone helplessly and asked, "Do you have to be so explicit?"
Han Zeyu instantly switched to grief mode and asked in a trembling voice, "What did you say? Our Xiao Hei is missing? How, how is this possible? He was fine when I left home this morning. No! I don't believe it! I don't accept it! Give Xiao Hei back to me. Xiao Hei~ How can I live without you?"
Su Shien stretched out his right palm, grabbed at the air, and shouted, "Collect!"
Han Zeyu got out of bed and put on his shoes without hesitation. Man is like iron and food is like steel. If you don't eat for a meal, you will feel very hungry.
Hei, you have to hold on. I'll come find you when my master is full.
In fact, sometimes Su Shien felt sad for all the living things in his family, including himself. He really met the wrong person.
"Censor Ding is working hard to impeach Pang Shaoqing. I heard he's even planning a fourth memorial. What are your thoughts on this?"
Su Shien's eyes lit up. This was a signal that the opportunity would not come again.
Han Zeyu hesitated and said, "Are we still going to look for General Tie? He's Tiezhu's uncle after all. It's not very fair to always pick on someone and take advantage of him."
Su Shien took it very seriously: "Then let's find someone else to grab it."
Han Zeyu was curious: "Who are you going to change?"
Su Shien pondered for a moment: "The choice of person is not certain, but it depends on who is willing to take the bait. This time we have to change from being proactive to being passive. After all, those who are willing to take the bait are not good business."
Han Zeyu took it very seriously: "Yes, let them take the initiative and fill the hole in front first. We won't give credit this time."
How to implement it specifically depends on the performance of his top-quality colander.
"Tiezhu, your chance for promotion has come. Go investigate the case of Luo Qinghuan, the Minister of the Imperial Household Department."
"A sixth-rank official who raises horses? His case won't reach the Dali Temple unless it's an extremely serious murder case."
Han Zeyu pointed out a certain stubborn person: "You just need to openly and brazenly investigate the information about Luo Qinghuan, Wu'an Marquis Mansion, and the Junior Secretary of the Yuanma Temple in front of Zhou Yi. Just pretend to do it. I'm not asking you to actually investigate the case."
Tie Zhu said nervously, "How blatant should it be? I'm usually very cautious and careful in my actions. I'm afraid that my disguise might not be convincing enough."
Su Shien was speechless. Here it came again, this overwhelming confidence.
Han Zeyu put his hands on his hips and shouted, "You're talking nonsense!"
Tiezhu quickly stood up, sniffed the air nervously, and said with an innocent look, "Master, you are wrongly accusing me again!"
Su Shien was having a hard time holding back her laughter, and out of kindness she gave a hint, pointing her finger at Tiezhu's mouth.
Iron Pillar...
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