The sun is shining, the sky is cloudless, the temperature is beginning to warm up, everything on the earth is revived, adding a lot of green, and everything in Nanjing is also well. The storm caused by the theft in Taicang some time ago seems to have gradually calmed down. Except for the occasional discussions among good people on the streets and alleys, no one has paid attention to it.

Speaking of which, since the capital was moved, the entire Nanjing city has become much quieter. Not only have officials and nobles left, but even some rumors have been reduced. For example, if this Taicang theft case was placed in the past, it would have been forgotten in three or two days, but now it has been almost a month, and people are still talking with relish.

Du Zheng walked out of the mansion in a sedan chair and felt in a good mood when he looked at the clear weather outside. The manager who served him felt relieved when he saw his master's appearance. He had been serving Du Zheng for many years and knew that although his master usually looked smiling, he might not be really happy, but the master now has definitely encountered some happy events.

Du Zheng's sedan chair slowly left the mansion gate, but did not go directly to the Ministry of Revenue. Instead, he turned a corner and came to a teahouse near the Ministry of Revenue. Du Zheng was used to having breakfast here before going to the yamen.

Speaking of which, since the capital has moved, all the yamen left behind in Nanjing have been relaxed, especially in places like Liudu, where there are many elderly people, they no longer have to rush to the palace to attend court meetings before dawn, nor have they had to deal with various affairs sent from all over the country. Some people even feel very uncomfortable because of this.

However, after adapting to this leisurely life, many people began to enjoy their current life. For example, Du Zheng is the representative of it. He eats breakfast every day and goes to the Ministry of Revenue. Moreover, when his subordinates are late and leave early, he turns a blind eye. After all, he often does this.

Of course, because Du Zheng was not in charge of the affairs of the Ministry of Revenue, he directly handed over the affairs of the Ministry of Revenue to the ministers and doctors below. This also led some people to think that Du Zheng was confused and did not respect him very much, but Du Zheng did not care at all. This also made Du Zheng, the Minister of Revenue, almost a false position, and all the real power was in the hands of the two ministers.

However, this Taicang theft case pushed the Ministry of Revenue to the forefront. One of the ministers, Xu Zhou, was killed, the other one, Meng He, and a doctor, Liu Kang, were the real murderers. After the two were arrested, the entire Ministry of Revenue was in chaos. However, Du Zheng, as the Minister of the Shang Dynasty, escaped because he was not in charge of the matter, which also made many people say behind the scenes that Du Zheng was lucky.

Du Zheng seemed to have no concern for the outside world. After the initial chaos, the Ministry of Revenue has slowly calmed down, and he should do whatever he should do, and he never delayed even the small matter of coming to the teahouse to have breakfast every day.

Today is no exception. Du Zheng brought the manager to the teahouse, and the familiar shopkeeper also greeted him personally. Du Zheng sat down at the window as usual, and the shopkeeper also delivered Du Zheng's favorite white porridge and buns, as usual, as he did.

Now it is time to have breakfast, and it is also the most lively time in the teahouse. Many guests come to the teahouse in groups of three or five, and ask for breakfast to eat and chat. Generally speaking, most people who have time to come to the teahouse to have breakfast are rich and leisurely, and they are all talking about some gossip and interesting stories in the city. Even the previous theft case of Taicang is still chatting.

But at this moment, someone suddenly rushed in from outside and shouted: "What a big deal is happening!"

The visitor was also one of the regular guests of the teahouse. Several guests who were familiar with him couldn't help but ask curiously: "What's the matter worthy of Brother Luo, you're so yelling?"

The man who was called Brother Luo smiled at this time. When he saw that everyone in the teahouse was focusing on him, he said with satisfaction: "You don't know, Cui Lingyun, the Zuodu Censor of the Censorate, is dead!"

"What!" Hearing that another high-ranking official died, this also successfully attracted the attention of all guests, especially the Zuodu Censor, who was the senior official in charge of the Censorate. Even though the power of the Censorate in Nanjing fell sharply, he still held real power, even greater than the power of the Six Ministry of Nanjing.

"Brother Luo, please invite the seat quickly. The Zuodu Censor is really dead?" Someone reacted at this time and immediately greeted with great sincerity.

Brother Luo was not polite either. After sitting down, he glanced at the people in the teahouse and said, "Of course such a big thing cannot be done, but the news is still blocked now. After all, if such a high-ranking official suddenly dies, it will definitely cause a lot of sensation. Even the Beijing City will be alarmed!"

When Brother Luo mentioned Beijing, everyone in the teahouse also showed complex expressions. Most of them were natives of Nanjing. After the Ming Dynasty moved the capital, Nanjing's status plummeted. Although Nanjing is not bad now, it is far inferior to the previous scenery. Therefore, Nanjing people all have a very complicated mood for Beijing City, the new capital.

"Brother Luo, since the news is blocked, how do you know?" someone next to him asked curiously.

"Hehe, I'm going to hide it from you. My wife and brother are working in the government office. After the incident happened to Cui's mansion, the first person to attend was the government office. Later, the Jinyiwei also went there, and then the superiors issued a ban order. However, for such a big thing, it is impossible not to leave any news at all." Brother Luo said proudly again.

"How did Censor Cui die? It's like Censor Wu before, who was assassinated, right?" Someone asked curiously again at this time.

Nanjing City has become more evil during this period, and high-ranking officials have died one after another. First, Xu Zhou, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, committed suicide on the surface, but in fact, he killed him, and then the Censor Wu Bo was assassinated. Now even the Censor Zuodu has died. This is really strange.

When he heard someone ask about the cause of Cui Lingyun's death, Brother Luo immediately showed a mysterious expression and said, "I don't know how the Censor Cui died, but I'm sure his death must not be simple. Otherwise, how could he alarm the people of the government office and the Jinyiwei, and why did he issue a ban order?"

Brother Luo's words also aroused the approval of many people. After all, something abnormal will happen. Two high-ranking officials died one after another, and they all died at the hands of others. Now Cui Lingyun's death is so strange, which naturally triggers many people's associations.

So under such circumstances, the teahouse began to speculate on the cause of Cui Lingyun's death. Some said that he might have been assassinated like Wu Bo, some said that he might have died in an accident, and even dirty people speculated that he might have died on a woman's belly. In the end, it became more and more outrageous.

Du Zheng kept listening to everyone's discussion quietly, with a faint smile on his face. After finishing breakfast, he got up to pay the bill and then stepped out of the teahouse.
Chapter completed!