Homecoming Speech

"Dong dong dong..."

In the middle of the night, the old man who was working the watch was yawning sleepily, but the sudden blare of grievances aroused goosebumps all over his body.

"I want to avenge my grievance! I have a grievance!"

The woman's mournful cry pierced the night sky, piercing through thousands of households like a ghost.

Not long after, in the dim city, every household lit up their lamps and gathered at the gate of the yamen one after another, looking curiously at the weeping woman on the ground.

"Squeak."

The heavy red door was opened by the yamen servant, and the official uniform was buckled crookedly, and he said impatiently: "Come back tomorrow! The master has already rested!"

Hearing this, the woman in red cried and grabbed the door railing with her hands, saying: "Tomorrow will be too late! Prince Chu has no law! My brother died unjustly! I beg Master Qingtian to give my brother justice!"

The onlookers all understood that Prince Chu is cruel and cruel, he likes male pets, and playing with a few poor children to death is not a big deal. Besides, it's the third time this month, and no official is in charge.

"Get out, get out!" When the yamen servant heard that he was here to sue Prince Chu, he quickly pushed the woman's hand away and pushed her out.Are you kidding me? Chuhe covers the sky with one hand and has a high position and authority. He doesn't want to have anything to do with this master.

The woman was pushed down the steps, her head hit the ground heavily, blood was running down her face, her bun was scattered, and her eyes were full of resentment.

The vermilion gate was closed with a bang, and the common people returned home with little interest. No one cared about the desolate woman on the ground. Human life is as cheap as weeds, the most worthless.

However, in the early morning of the second day, on the gate of the palace, the crimes of Prince Chu were written down in blood. The woman from last night was bumped to death on the gate of the palace.

The emperor was furious and determined to investigate the matter thoroughly, Jing Zhaoyin was dismissed, and another official came from nowhere and was rushing to take office.

The common people talked about it after tea and dinner, and they heard that the newly transferred official was rich and rich, that he was upright, that he had a profound background, and that he was good at martial arts.

Who doesn't want to have a parent officer, so that the people can rely on it.

On the day the new official and lord arrived in the imperial city, the common people rushed to squeeze on both sides of the street, looking eagerly at the city gate.

The dilapidated carriage creaked in, and the old horse was hoofed sickly, with a flat belly, as if it could be blown down by a gust of wind.

The bookboy who was driving the carriage was quite handsome, and he was quite cute with a tiger head and a tiger head, and he grinned and was full of foolishness.

Everyone glanced at each other and swallowed.

The curtain of the car was lifted suddenly, and a hand with well-knit bones stretched out, with white fingers like green onions, very beautiful.

"Tiger, are you here yet?" The melodious male voice was a bit refined, and the handsome man in a washed white gown was helped out of the carriage by the book boy.

"Here we are! Young Master! Look, there are so many people lining the road to welcome you!" Hu Zi excitedly pointed at the people around him.

Seeing this, the scholar gasped, flattered and said: "Thanks to the love of the common people, I will do my best!"

The common people rolled their eyes, there was a jumble of fish and dragons at the foot of the palace, and this official looked like a powerless and downcast man no matter what he looked at.

"Is this the new Jing Zhaoyin? The one whom the emperor thinks highly of?" The man in the teahouse snorted coldly, his long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and a dark shadow cast under his eyes.

The guard beside him didn't dare to breathe, and bowed his head respectfully and said: "Young man from a humble family, thinks he has made a fortune, so he dares to accept this job if he is not afraid of death."

The man in the dark purple dress was noncommittal, took a sip of the good Longjing in his cup, and said slowly, "Wait and see."

……

Huzi parked the carriage in front of the yamen, and the common people followed behind to look carefully, wondering how this Jing Zhaoyin could be so poor.

Fu Danggui walked straight into the yamen, put on his official uniform, picked up the gavel and patted it on the table in the lobby, and shouted "Sheng Tang" in a full-fledged manner!

The yamen servant was dumbfounded, the reception banquet was already set up in the restaurant, and this official was actually promoted directly?What is the promotion trial!

Huzi took out a thick stack of files from the carriage, and put them on the master's desk with difficulty.Looking at Fu Danggui with piercing eyes, he said, "Master! It's all here!"

Fu Danggui nodded, his delicate eyebrows showed a sense of calm and prestige, "The defendant Chuhe will go to court!"

"Hiss," the common people gasped, this Jing Zhaoyin didn't know whether he was dead or alive!It is unimaginable to hear cases directly without seeing squires or important officials after entering the capital.

Now let people summon the prince directly!Really impatient to live!

The yamen servant had no choice but to grit his teeth and find Chuhe who was drinking tea.

"Chu... Prince Chu, Jing Zhaoyin is here to invite you."

The guard smiled coldly, "The prince has already had dinner, he wants to invite him? Wait until you are free!"

The yamen servant smiled apologetically, and tremblingly said: "Yes... summoned to court."

"Bang" the cup shattered to the ground, and the hot tea was still steaming.

The guard Leng Feng unsheathed and put it on the Yamen servant's neck, his face was cold and obviously murderous.

"My lord, spare me!" The yamen servant knelt on the ground with a plop, and kowtowed vigorously, "This slave will never dare again!"

Chu He sneered with a gloomy face, and Mo Tong took a serious look at the yamen servant, then walked out the door with a flick of his sleeves.

The common people guarded the gate of the yamen in a huff, and a stick of incense has passed, and the yamen servants have not returned yet, could they have already been chopped up and fed to the dogs?

Fu Danggui flipped through the official documents with a good temper, and there was no trace of anxiety on his fair face.

"Prince Chu is here! The idlers are waiting to avoid you!" The yamen servant was sweating, his clothes were torn through, and he almost exhausted all his strength to lead Chuhe over.

The people gave way one after another, looking at the Chu prince curiously.

Dressed in a purple dress, with a solemn and dignified face, and phoenix eyes like a thousand feet of cold pools, it is obviously a good skin that pleases people, but its aura makes people daunting and keeps people away from thousands of miles away.

Chu He looked at Jing Zhaoyin in the hall and frowned slightly. The officials he saw were all potbellied when drinking and socializing, but the man in front of him was thin and thin, but his eyes were as clear as glass, which was unforgettable.

"Who is in the hall!" Fu Danggui asked.

"You called me, but you asked me who I am?" Prince Chu sat on the chair brought by the guards, and looked at him contemptuously.

"Bang!" The gavel fell heavily on the ground!

Under everyone's surprised eyes, Fu Danggui said with a cold face:

"Contempt the court! Chuhe kneels down!"

This is what Master Liu heard when he rushed into the front hall.

His head buzzed, and there were only two words in front of him, 'it's over'!

"Say it again!" Prince Chu said with cold eyes, looking at the handsome man in front of him.

Just as Fu Danggui opened his mouth, Master Liu pounced on him, almost stuffing his hand into his mouth, laughing and saying, "Jing Zhaoyin is new here! I'm so unaccustomed I'm dizzy!"

Chuhe was already murderous, sitting down with a cold face, his anger almost overturned the entire yamen.