Happy Marriage

The entrance of the Dali Temple suddenly changed, and all those indifferent people became excited and gathered around them, even their eyebrows were so excited.

The mustache yamen changed his face, and ordered people to drive away the people watching the lively: "Nonsense! It's a lie! The people sued the officials, what proof do you have? No proof will not be accepted!"

An Sheng retorted coldly: "It doesn't seem that you have the final say on whether to accept it or not. You need to meet the adults to decide, right?"

The yamen sneered and threatened: "Your father has already been convicted, and the crime of iron and steel is the will of the Holy One. It is a blessing not to investigate your family and annihilate your family. You are still not satisfied. , if it's not true, then it's a hundred court sticks, can you bear it with your small body?"

"The officials of the imperial court are in unison. My father is very wronged. As a child, I would rather die than ask for justice for my father!" An Sheng said loudly.

These days, the case of Canglin's fire has been raging in Beijing, and the people are paying attention, and they hate the culprit Xia Yunhai even more. Hearing what An Sheng said, the onlookers suddenly became curious, some were filled with righteous indignation, some were skeptical, and some were cast aside.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the yamen immediately became angry: "What are you still doing, tying this crazy woman who is picking quarrels and provoking trouble to me!"

Several yamen officers immediately surrounded him without hesitation.

As soon as An Sheng twisted his body, the drumstick in his hand smashed towards Mingming Drum without hesitation.

With the sound of "Tong", he exerted all his strength, causing the audience to applaud, and their hearts agitated with the sound of drums.

The yamen swarmed up, twisted An Sheng's arm backhand, and snatched the drumstick. Forcing her to stoop down, she still stubbornly raised her face and angrily said, "Why?!"

"Tie her under this drum of grievances and show the public, and let those who are provoking troubles see what happens."

An Sheng struggled left and right, his eyes were split, and he shouted: "My father Xia Yunhai has been wronged. Dongcheng Canglin has long been corrupted by Li Shangshu. The officials of the Ministry of Household colluded with each other, set fire to cover up the crime, and put the blame on my father! You officials protect each other and deceive Holy Ting, God cannot tolerate it!"

The onlookers were in an uproar, and there was a wave of discussions one after another, making the entrance of Dali Temple suddenly like a hot soup that was rolled away.

"Shut up her mouth! Slap her mouth!" The mustache yamen was furious and ordered sharply.

A long arrow wrapped in a fierce wind whistled from far to near, and passed over the heads of everyone. With a sound of "pass", it penetrated the cowhide drum surface, making a deafening noise, and the arrow quivered slightly.

The door, which was still full of people just now, suddenly became quiet.

"Who? Who is so bold!" The mustache yamen shouted sternly.

An Sheng raised his face and saw at the end of the long street, one person and one horse, like a cloud of red clouds, with billowing smoke and dust, galloping in the sky like lightning.

"Shut up!"

As soon as the horse was reined in, the horse neighed and its front hooves raised, and the man on the horse was in high spirits, with a dusty face, and smiled at An Sheng.

"The people sued the official, and the stick was 30. If I sued Li Shangshu of the Ministry of Housing and a group of large and small officials who were greedy for ink, would your Dali Temple accept it?"

Immediately, an incredible exclamation broke out from the crowd: "Yu Shizi!"

Yu Jingyun's name is more shocking than Shi Cai's arrow.

An Sheng's eyes filled with tears in an instant, and they rushed out one after another, like beads with a broken thread, falling down "with a rustling".

At this time, Yu Jingyun, majestic, with flying eyebrows, rides on a horse, like a **** descending from the sky, bringing her infinite hope in a desperate situation. For the first time she looked up at a person like this, with fervent admiration.

All the yamen officers turned pale in shock, turned over and fell to the ground, trembling and trembling: "The villain sees Yu Shizi."

Yu Jingyun jumped down from the horse's back like a crane with wings, and landed lightly in front of An Sheng, slightly hooked his lips: "Didn't I let you wait for my news with peace of mind? Why can't you hold your breath? ."

An Sheng was like the rest of his life after a catastrophe, crying with joy: "I, I'm afraid you won't come back."

Yu Jingyun pursed his lips proudly, his face full of arrogance: "There is nothing in the world that I, Yu Jingyun, can't do."

An Sheng's heart jumped instantly, and even the tears hanging from the corners of his eyes began to flash happily: "So, my father is saved?"

"Not only that, but all the missing grain and rice are recovered, you still have a great merit, and you can atone for your father's sin."

"Really?" An Sheng was overjoyed, even more incoherent with excitement.

Yu Jingyun smiled at her: "These grains are not a small amount. They are so publicized, whether it is by land or water, they can't escape my eyes and ears."

This remark was like a thunderbolt, which confirmed what An Sheng had just said, causing a great uproar at the door of Dali Temple.

"I'll go to court to ask the case in a while, and you're going to testify in court, are you afraid?"

An Sheng shook his head decisively: "Don't be afraid!"

"Okay, as expected of me, Yu Jingyun!" Yu Jingyun turned around suddenly, and commanded in a deep voice to the yamen who was kneeling on the ground: "Go back and report to your lords, just say me, Yu Jingyun, the prince of Dingguo Houfu, the former Come and sue the officials of the Ministry of Households for embezzling public grain and using power for personal gain, and ask them to immediately go to court to try the case!"

Who dares not to listen when Yu Shizi speaks? Immediately, the yamen got up and flew in to report.

An Sheng's heart suddenly collided, and he didn't understand what he meant by "Yu Jingyun's person"? Where did the words come from? Under the watchful eyes of the public, will there be any rumors that will be misunderstood?

Yu Jingyun had already slowly swept over the yamen who was kneeling on the ground, and the icy cold was overwhelming: "Who ordered Shicai to hurt her?"

All the yamen shivered like a sieve, secretly regretting that their legs were slow just now, and they stayed here instead of rushing in to report back.

The bearded yamen was even more frightened. He lowered his head and did not dare to lift his head. He shook his head like a sifter, and kowtowed like a garlic clover: "Shizi, please forgive me! It's the villain who has no eyes and offended this girl."

Yu Jingyun smiled coldly: "What's the use of the drumming of grievances at the door of Dali Temple?"

Moustache was so frightened that he stammered his words, and his lips were not sloppy: "It's for grievances."

"If that's the case, why not let her beat the drums and complain? I ask you, who was instructing you?"

Yu Jingyun's voice was not loud, but there was a terrifying coldness. The mustache felt like a heavy stone was on his head, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"No one is instructing, it's a villain, and the villain is confused for a while."

"Confused for a while?"

Yu Jingyun snorted coldly, the long sword was unsheathed behind him, a sharp white light flashed, the moustache screamed, blood splashed, one ear was missing, and fluttered to the ground.

"I will ask you again, who was instructed by this prince?"

This time, the moustache no longer dared to hide it. He covered his head, and the whole person was paralyzed on the ground: "It's Lord Sizheng who explained the villain. This case must not be extrapolated. Let the villain be careful at the door. There must be a way to stop it.”

Yu Jingyun's smile became even colder: "Can you all hear clearly?"

How can other yamen dare to say half the word "no"? Qi Qi should be.

"Then it's not wrong to cut one of your ears. You don't have a brain to distinguish right from wrong, and you just bow your head and listen. What's the use of keeping it?"

There was another flash of cold light in his hand, and he neatly pulled up a sword flower. The mustache closed his eyes, and he was so scared that he fainted.

Yu Jingyun laughed dumbly and sneered: "How dare you be called a man?"

She sheathed the sword in her hand and tugged at An Sheng's wrist: "Go, follow me to Dali Temple!"

An Sheng smiled.

Not far away, Leng Nanxian sat in the carriage, his eyes flickered and dimmed.

Qian Zhou muttered angrily: "Young Master Pi Xing Dai Yue has been busy these few days, but it is better for Yu Shizi to pick up a ready-made bargain and drop it in front of Miss An Sheng."

Leng Nanxian slowly lowered the car curtain, pursed his thin lips tightly, and handed a roll of yellow silk to Qianzhou: "Go and give it to Dali Siqing."

"Isn't the son going in person? Is this the will you have tried so hard and risked to get it?"

Leng Nanxian leaned on the carriage wearily and shook his head: "Forget it, I won't go, my identity should not be publicized. Remember to arrange all the evidence of that person properly, and there must be no flaws, victory or defeat is here."

"Lord Xia has already been told." Qian Zhou unwillingly took the imperial decree in his hand, and still muttered unevenly: "I hope Miss An Sheng can understand the painstaking care of the son for her."

Leng Nanxian frowned slightly: "Not much tongue, this is what a master should do."

Qianzhou stopped talking, and went away angrily.

Yu Jingyun has been holding An Sheng's wrist tightly, and went straight to Dali Temple. Dali Siqing had already received the report from the officer, and hurriedly came out to greet him. He saw Yu Jingyun and knelt on the ground with his clothes folded: "Xiaguan, see Yu Shizi."

Yu Jingyun is considered a member of the royal family. He is used to kneeling and worshipping, so he doesn't care, but An Sheng is a little flattered.

"Get up."

Yu Jingyun walked straight into the lobby without squinting: "Today, the prince is here to complain, you don't have to be polite."

The minister of Dali Temple was also sly, and smiled embarrassingly: "Reporting to the lord, Xia Yunhai's case was ordered by the sage, and the tribunal will hear it. "

Yu Jingyun pulled An Sheng to sit in the lobby, and waved his hand impatiently: "Then you hurry to the palace face saint, I'll be waiting here."

Dali Si Qing was stunned for a moment, and he was in a dilemma: "This, this official position is humble, even if the emperor is willing to summon him, this person is soft-spoken."

Just as he didn't know what to do, one person hurried over, raised his hands over his head, and said to the Dali Temple Secretary, "Reporting to your lord, there is an order in the palace to order the Dali Temple Punishment Department to re-examine the Xia Yunhai case."

It was just when he was dozing off that the pillow came, and Yu Jingyun smiled "puchi": "He moved very fast, one step ahead of me."

An Sheng was above this solemn lobby, and next to him was the famous Yu Shizi. He was only an observer and did not dare to interject. Naturally, he did not understand who the "he" Yu Jingyun was talking about.

After three kneeling and nine kowtows, the minister of Dali Temple took the imperial decree, unfolded it and read it, and was immediately relieved: "Since the emperor has an order, quickly pass the order, and the offender Xia Yunhai will be temporarily imprisoned and imprisoned, and ordered to inform several chief judges, come to my Dali Temple. Reopen the trial."

The officer took the order and immediately went down to convey the order.