"Um... I... ahem... I didn't eat much at Tingyu Tower. Do you want some snacks?" Very embarrassed. Xiang Nanyu looked at her and smiled foolishly. What delicious dim sum is there? Is it bad to eat people? Xiang Nanyu rolled his eyes, stretched his body, and the white dove rose and fell. "No snacks, but I am here." "what?" "Haha, what are you thinking about, Senior Brother? I mean, I can help you prepare snacks." Xiang Nanyu winked playfully.
Li Qingcha: ... Finished! As the saying goes, "Birds of a feather flock together." Xiang Nanyu was led astray by Gong Lianxue! Chapter 221 I’m going to hit you! the next day. Bozhou Prefecture Yamen, back hall. The sound of cicadas can be heard in the courtyard. A summer rain announces the arrival of the plum rain season. During this period, the rain cannot bring coolness, but instead causes stuffiness. Jian Zengren, however, was not at all annoyed. He sat upright on the armchair, holding a teapot in his hand, and washed the tea set leisurely, humming a few lines of a little song from time to time: "Those who pick up the groans will be given money if they are short of money, and those who want to be officials will be given official positions. Once they become officials, they can be promoted three levels in a row..." Master: ￣□￣｜｜ I thought the noise was too disturbing. He lowered his voice, "Master, you...what are you happy about?" Jian Zengren glanced at him sideways and ignored him. Sir, just shut up. Jian Zengren snorted coldly and wiped the tea set. At this moment, a yamen runner suddenly rushed in from the doorway, clasped his fists and said, "Sir, the deputy magistrate Rui has arrived, and he said he has something important to report." When he heard it was Rui Yuankai, Jian Zengren's lips curled up.
It seems that the assassination was successful. Zhao Nong held a banquet, Officials from Bozhou accompanied him. Li Qingcha went to the appointment. …… The whole scheme was set up by Jian Zengren. Of course, he did not trust his officials so much that he would not tell them the specific plan, but just let them fan the flames and widen the rift between Li Qingcha and Zhao Nong. In this case, Li Qingcha's motive for murder is established. Although she will definitely not be convicted in the end, it is not a problem to find a reason to lock her up first. Jian Zengren became more and more proud and sang: "All kinds of greedy people came on stage one after another, like flies to rotten things..." Yamen runner: ￣□￣｜｜ Master: ￣□￣｜｜ The two were speechless. Jian Zengren sang a few more lines before he was satisfied. "Okay, let Rui Yuankai come in." "promise!" The bailiff ran away in a flash. Not long after, Rui Yuankai stepped over the threshold, holding up the hem of his robe. "My lord! My lord!" "Why are you panicking?" Jian Zengren shouted, then waved his hand to the master, "Go down first. I have something to say to Lord Rui alone." The lawyer quickly left the back hall. Jian Zengren couldn't help but chuckle when he saw Rui Yuankai panting heavily. "Don't worry, drink some tea to moisten your skin." He began to pour the tea. Rui Yuankai was a man dripping with sweat, "Sir, I..." "Whenever you encounter a major event, you should stay calm. How can you be so panicked? Come, have a sip of tea first. If you have anything to say, take your time. Don't be so anxious."
"..." Rui Yuankai had no choice but to obey orders. He sat down opposite Jian Zengren, picked up the teacup, and found it a little hot, so he took a sip. At the same time, he said: "Sir, I went to your house last night, you..." Jian Zengren waved his hand. "After midnight, my house will not receive guests." "This……" "Okay, drink your tea first. After that, we can talk about business." Rui Yuankai had no choice but to drink the tea in one gulp despite the high temperature. He hesitated slightly, Just now, when Jian Zengren mentioned "midnight", he had a subtle feeling, as if he was being plotted against. Jian Zengren frowned. "Why? Don't you want to talk to me about something?" Call ~ Rui Yuankai exhaled. "Master Jian, it's like this. Last night, Master Zhao Nong hosted a banquet for Li Qingcha. Their relationship should have eased, but the two had an argument." Jian Zengren chuckled. "Li Qingcha is really noisy wherever he goes...what happens next?" "Afterwards, I sent Mr. Zhao back to the mansion, but I didn't expect to encounter an assassin in front of the mansion gate!" "What did you say!?" Jian Zengren stood up suddenly, trying to show his surprise. In order to act, he even knocked over the teapot on purpose, which is completely contrary to what he said just now: "You should remain calm when facing big things." He shouted loudly: "Someone come!" bang—— The door to the back hall was knocked open. The master stood at the door. "grown ups." Jian Zengren ordered: "Prepare the sedan chair, let's go to Zhao..."
As a result, before the word "Fu" in "Zhao Fu" was uttered, there was a deafening drumbeat outside. thump— thump— thump— The rhythm is neither fast nor slow. Jian Zengren was stunned. Nowadays, who would still beat the drum to protest injustice? There were regulations on the time when the government offices sat in court. Common people only needed to seek redress for their grievances when the officials were in court. Beating drums to appeal was against etiquette, so the perpetrators would be beaten first as a punishment. The three people in the back hall were riding on the white silk when a yamen runner rushed in. He knelt on one knee. "Master, old Zhao Nong is outside beating the drum to protest his grievances." Jian Zengren said "hmm". "So it's Zhao... who are you talking about!?" "Zhao Nong." "???" Jian Zengren was confused. He turned his head and looked at Rui Yuankai. "Didn't you just say that Zhao Nong was assassinated?" Rui Yuankai spread his hands. "Sir, I did say he was assassinated, but I didn't say Zhao Nong was dead. The assassin injured Mr. Zhao, but was easily repelled and captured by Li Qingcha." "..." "..." "..." An eerie silence enveloped the back hall, with only the penetrating sound of the grievance drum ringing out. The two of them stared at each other, Suddenly, Jian Zengren uttered a word: "grass!" He carried his official uniform and walked quickly towards the lobby of the government office.
At this time, a group of onlookers had gathered at the gate of the yamen to watch the rare show of beating drums to appeal for justice, which was rarely seen in decades. The one who was in front of the drum of complaint was from the Zhao family: A servant beats a drum; Two servants carried the stretcher; Zhao Nong was lying on a stretcher, his right hand covering his throat with a piece of linen, his left hand loosely covering his eyes, with the classic expression of an old man trying to scam someone. “Ouch…it hurts so much…Ouch…”