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"Brother-in-law, who are these two people? How dare they speak so arrogantly in front of you?" Zhuo Wenbao asked.

Prince Chang pointed at the bruises on his face that had not yet faded and said, "See? This injury was caused by that man fighting with the woman's father. She is the daughter of Lord Li who has been missing for a long time. Don't mess with them. Even the Prime Minister will have a hard time dealing with them."

Zhuo Wenbao came to his senses and realized that she was the legitimate daughter of the Marquisate who was talked about so much when they were distributing porridge a few days ago.

But he has always been used to bullying in the streets, and he really can't bear to be asked to stop.

"Brother-in-law, you can bear it, but I can't."

Prince Chang glanced at him and said lightly, "Do it secretly. Don't involve yourself, let alone me and the Prime Minister."

……

The two people at the wonton stall repeatedly refused to accept money, and the old man smiled and said, "You two are really good people, we don't want money, and we won't charge you money when you come to eat in the future."

Jiusu still gave the silver.

"Uncle, if you don't accept it, we will be embarrassed to come to eat."

After this incident, the wonton shop's business became more prosperous, and people from nearby government offices also came to eat there frequently. Zhuo Wenbao had no chance to cause trouble because they were all in office officials and it was difficult to take action against him.

this day.

Two people knelt in front of the Dali Temple and cried out for justice.

Many common people gathered around. Normally, such ordinary cases should be brought to the government office, and the Dali Temple could refuse to accept them. Xiong Che reminded them, "If you two have a verbal dispute, you can go to the government office."

The man yelled, "Oh my, the new Dali Temple Chief Justice is just like this. I have been wronged, but he won't judge me! He is just as incompetent as the previous Dali Temple Chief Justice!"

Xiong Che had no choice but to ask someone to invite Jiang Jing.

Jiang Jing understood the whole story and said, "I really can't solve your case. Not to mention that it's hard for an honest judge to judge family affairs, and secondly, you two didn't really commit murder, you were just arguing. I can only remind you two to leave more room for error when you quarrel."

The man shook his head and disagreed, "No, she said she was going to kill me, what if I really died? Sir, you are taking human life lightly."

The woman kowtowed and said, "Sir, he was the first one to say he wanted to kill me, so I said so."

Jiang Jing's eyes dimmed.

"So what do you want me to do?"

The man laughed and said, "We are not the Supreme Court Judges, how would we know?"

Jiang Jing put his hands behind his back and sneered a few times.

"You came to the Dali Temple to make trouble just because of a verbal dispute. Do you know how much time you have wasted and how many serious murders have been delayed? If the murderer is brought to justice because of the delay, do you know what crime you have committed? How many times have you died for deliberately obstructing my investigation?"

He looked behind him and gave the order.

"Since the man said it first, I'll kill him first! Then I'll kill you. Are you all satisfied with this verdict?"

Xiong Che: “…”

Has the master been with Miss Jiu for too long?

There is a kind of beauty in going crazy and crashing into everyone.

The old man at the wonton stall also came to watch the show. He knew the adults well and applauded, "Good! Good verdict. These two people are obviously causing trouble on purpose. If we delay the arrest of the murderer, won't we be in danger? If someone dies, can they afford to take the consequences?"

The mention of the murderer makes people panic.

Everyone blamed the person kneeling on the ground.

They were terrified and kowtowed, saying, "Sir, we were wrong, please forgive us."

Jiang Jing asked: "He asked you to cause trouble, right?"

"No, no, no." The man raised his head suddenly and said, "It wasn't Master Zhuo who asked us to come."

Jiang Jing raised his lips and said in a slightly raised voice, "Oh, it turned out that Zhuo Wenbao asked you to come. Xiong Che, take these two people to the Prime Minister's Mansion and also tell me a message."

He whispered something in Xiong Che's ear.

Xiong Che nodded and took the two of them to the Prime Minister's Mansion. Behind them, there was a long line. They wanted to watch the whole show and eat the melons well. They were itching to know what Lord Jiang was going to say to the Prime Minister.

Zhuo Wenbao had people observing what was happening in the Dali Temple.

Received the news that I was going to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

He was so frightened that he fell off the rocking chair, dropped the pear in his hand to the ground, and the beauty in his arms no longer smelled fragrant.

"What? Looking for my uncle! This Jiang Jing is a bastard! Let's go quickly. We can't let Xiong Che see the Prime Minister."

However, it was too late.

When the housekeeper heard that it was the Dali Temple that sent the message, and saw so many people surrounding it, he was unable to make a decision for a moment, so he went to ask for help from the prime minister. Prime Minister Zhou had been in a bad mood ever since Prince Chang was taken hostage and became a stepping stone for the crown prince.

Prime Minister Zhou said in a dignified manner: "I wonder what message Lord Jiang has for me."

Xiong Che cleared his throat, and under everyone's gaze, he said: "My master said that the Dali Temple is busy. Please ask the Prime Minister to tell Master Zhuo Wenbao not to use such inferior means to disturb him in the Dali Temple in the future."

"This..." Prime Minister Zhou looked at the two people who were tied up and didn't understand.

The housekeeper went to the side to inquire about the news, then tremblingly walked to the Prime Minister and briefly explained the reason: "Master Zhuo bribed two people to go to the gate of the Dali Temple to quarrel and cry out for justice... Prime Minister!"

Prime Minister Zhou had a splitting headache and staggered back a few steps. Fortunately, he was supported by the butler and did not fall.

His voice was low and full of anger: "That bastard has caused trouble for Lord Jiang. I will definitely handle this matter properly."

After Xiong Che left, the people were afraid of getting into trouble, so they left after watching the show.

Suddenly, the butler saw a familiar figure in the crowd: "Prime Minister, it's Master Zhuo who is here."

"Get over here!" Prime Minister Zhou also saw it, and he shouted, "Who gave you the courage to cause trouble in front of Lord Jiang?"

Zhuo Wenbao shrank back in fear, remembering Prince Chang's instructions, but he still couldn't hide it. His hatred for Jiang Jing became even stronger. He knelt down in front of the prime minister and knocked his head on the sharp steps.

Soon, it became famous.

"Uncle, I was wrong, please don't be angry, okay?"

Prime Minister Zhou suppressed his anger, kicked him away, and said in a cold voice: "Beat him with thirty whips!"

The brambles were covered with thorns, and blood would appear when they were pulled.

The last time he was beaten, Zhuo Wenbaoqiang married a little girl. Her parents were both hit and killed on the stone lion at the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, which aroused public anger, and Prime Minister Zhou had to come forward.

Outside, he was beaten with twenty whips before the public anger was appeased.

Zhuo Wenbao shouted: "Aunt, save me!"

The prime minister's wife walked over quickly. She liked this nephew very much and whispered: "Prime Minister, just be nice to him. He is your nephew after all. What if he gets disabled?"

"Humph! It's better to be disabled! Even if you are disabled, you don't have to go out and cause trouble for me!" Prime Minister Zhou said angrily, then turned around and went back to the mansion, "Close the door!"

The crying sounds were blocked by the gate.

He sighed.

"No one is worry-free. The prince is in power, but they don't try to please the emperor, and they keep embarrassing and causing trouble!"

Zhou said, "Oh, if I had known earlier, I would have let my daughter marry the prince."

Prime Minister Zhou pondered for a moment.

"Don't say these words anymore. Rui'er is of marriageable age, right? Send her to the prince's mansion. As the old saying goes, don't put all your eggs in one basket."