Quick Transmigration: Male Match Guide

   "Wait!"

   heard what was described in the novel: a melodious voice like a silver bell rang behind him.

   Ling Wuzhang, who had been holding on strongly, heaved a sigh of relief, her swaying body softened, and she sat down directly.

   "Bold! Who in the hall dares to make a loud noise and hinder official business!"

  Ceramics pulled Murong Yuan over and said arrogantly, "Squint your eyes wide to see clearly, this is the Prince Gong we admire!"

   The magistrate was taken aback by the introduction of ceramics. Looking at Murong Yuan, who was arrogant and had a temperament that was obviously not like an ordinary person, he didn't know whether to believe it or not.

   The magistrate turned his head to look at his master, who lowered his head and whispered something in the magistrate's ear.

   The county magistrate nodded, straightened his face, and looked at the ceramics: "Bold! You said he is the heir to Prince Gong and he is the heir to Prince Gong?! What evidence is there to prove it?"

evidence?

  Ceramic tilted her head to look at Murong Yuan, but she had forgotten that this was not the capital, and not everyone knew what Prince Gong looked like.

   Murong Yuan smiled slightly when he heard the county magistrate's question, and took out a jade card representing his identity.

   "Is this enough to prove it?" His voice was gentle yet dignified, full of royalty.

   The magistrate stood up, half-squatted on the table, and stared at the jade card with his squinting eyes wide open.

   After the magistrate saw clearly the jade plaque in Murong Yuan's hand, his eyes widened in shock, and then he hurriedly walked to the hall: "I didn't know that the eldest son came from a long way, and if he missed it, he hoped that the eldest son would not be surprised!"

   "Okay! This prince sees a lot of doubts about this case, and plans to try this case in person. Can adults have any opinions?"

   "This... This case has all the witnesses and materials, and the case will be decided soon. No, don't bother you to try it yourself!"

   The county magistrate raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and shied away with a guilty conscience.

  This case was his first case after he took office in this county. Originally, he wanted to make a big case.

  If this Murong Yuan came to the trial in person, I am afraid that the case would be found out that the case was not intentional murder.

   When the time comes, he will be convicted of ineffective handling of the case, but how can it be good!

   Thinking like this, the county magistrate said, "Since the eldest son is suspicious, then the lower official will re-examine it to see if there is really another secret."

   Murong Yuan smiled and nodded: "Alright, then this prince will be a jury."

   After saying that, Murong Yuan pulled the ceramics aside and looked at the magistrate with a smile.

   The magistrate returned to the hall with a smirk and sat down. After some interrogation, the magistrate honestly sentenced Ling Wuzhi to manslaughter in self-defense.

   Originally, the magistrate wanted to sentence Ling Wuzhi to exile for three years, but the ceramics felt that Ling Wuzhi was pitiful and pleaded for Ling Wuzhi.

   In the end, Ling Wuzhi was acquitted.

  The kind-hearted ceramics saw that Ling Wuzhi was injured so badly, and kindly took Ling Wuzhi to the inn where they lived, showed her the doctor and prescribed medicine.

   Luohua, a personal maid brought by the ceramics, waited on Ling Wuwei, who had drank porridge and medicine, and lay on the bed. She was very grateful to the ceramics!

   "Sister Zhang Ling, how are you, are you feeling better?"

  Ceramic walked to the bedside and looked at Ling Wuzhi, whose face was still pale.

  Ling Wushu saw the ceramics and looked at the ceramics without a trace.

   In the memory of the ceramic and the host, the description in the novel is the same, the person lives up to his name, with fair skin and delicate facial features like a ceramic doll.

   At the age of thirteen, with baby fat on his face, his face is green and immature.

   But from time to time there was a look in her eyes that did not match her age, which made her whole person look more attractive than those little girls of the same age.

  Ling Wuzhi propped himself up and wanted to get up, and the ceramics quickly supported Ling Wuzhi's shoulder: "You have an injury, just lie down!"

   "Many thanks to this young lady and that eldest son for saving his life!" Ling Wuyi lowered his head slightly, his tone weak yet gentle and decent.

  Ceramic looked at Ling Wuzhi in surprise, his beautiful eyes widened: "How do you know I'm a woman? I'm obviously wearing men's clothes!"

   "Miss has pierced ears on her earlobe, and her voice is soft and clear. So..." Ling Wuyi said, looking up at the ceramics, and raised his hand to touch his earlobe.

  Ceramic also raised his hand and touched his earlobe, and suddenly realized: "You are really attentive!"

   "By the way, where does your family live, I'll have someone notify your family to pick you up."

   "The deceased husband had only one younger brother, already... Now, the little woman is alone..."

As soon as   ceramics finished asking, Ling Wuwei's eyes turned red at the right time. That pitiful appearance, even seeing ceramics as a woman, couldn't help feeling pity.

   She admires it! I admire myself for having such acting skills!

   In fact, it was the Plane Association that added a golden finger like acting to her system in order to make it easier for Ling Wuzhi to complete the task.

   "Ah? You don't have a family?" Ceramic looked at Ling Wuzhi in surprise, and then his eyes filled with sympathy.

   "No more... Thanks to the lady for saving me today, if the lady doesn't dislike it, the little woman is willing to serve as a slave and a maid to serve the lady!" After speaking, Ling Wuyi wanted to prop herself up again.

  Ceramics stopped Ling Wuzhi again: "If you are injured, don't move. Hmm. Since you don't have a family, well, then you can follow me temporarily. If you want to leave in the future, just leave."

   "Thank you, Miss!" Ling Wuzhi looked at the ceramics gratefully with tears in her eyes.

   "Okay, you can rest in peace!" Ceramic smiled.

   After getting out of the prison, he successfully followed the heroine again. As soon as Ling Wuzhi's spirit was relieved, he fell into a deep sleep.

   Maybe because of the system, Ling Wuzhi's body recovered very quickly, and he was able to get out of bed in just three days.

   Five days later, Ling Wuzhi followed the ceramics on the road back to Beijing.

  In the carriage, Ceramics and Luohua chattered about the new things they saw these days, Ling Wuyi lowered his head and secretly studied the plot.

   She dresses in the same way as Luohua, because Ceramic says she is married.

  However, she was only nineteen years old. From the perspective of Ceramics, she was two years younger than the age before her transmigration.

   So young, don't dress up as a woman.

  Ceramic still thinks that there will be opportunities in the future, and she will help Ling Wuzhi find a good family!

  Ceramics are now thirteen years old. Women in this era are fifteen years old and 笄, that is, they can marry after the age of fifteen.

   Murong Tianwen has been waiting, waiting for the ceramics and 笄.

   At this time, according to the description of the plot, Suye probably hasn't liked ceramics yet.

  Suye fell in love with ceramics, probably a year later.

   After another year, Suye should give up the plan of revenge for the sake of ceramics, and even put the poison into his body in order to save the highly poisoned ceramics.