"You monk is so arrogant, and you speak disrespectfully to the official in the public court! Come on! Pull it down and hit the thirty boards first and then try it!" Yang Qinglian was scolded by the monk, and the suppressed anger in his heart in the past two days suddenly burst out, and the two strands of wood slapped together, and the two strands directly separated from the wooden chair, pointing to the monk in front of the table and beckoning the hired bastards to use a killing stick first.

"My lord, no!" But he heard the woman who was originally kneeling beside the monk with more than a dozen strong men pressing her shoulders like a warbler, and the sudden sharp sound almost scared Yang Qinglian to sit back.

The little master was also upset for the people's daughters, and he was excited for a while, and hoped that the adults would open up and avoid this punishment. Yang Qinglian turned his head to look at the woman, the woman looked very ordinary, that is, even the maid of the rich and noble family was half a point stronger than her, and a few small freckles were scattered on her face, but the eyes of the water were so bright that she was no different from the peasant girl born in the township.

After all, there is a weak woman, and Yang Qinglian's tone also softened: "There is order above the court, you see that this monk is full of anger, if he doesn't extinguish his evil spirit, how can this official try the case?" Then he was afraid that the woman would worry, so he opened his mouth and comforted: "How this monk treats this official, it will not affect the justice of the official, you can rest easy." ”

"Hmph, the girl doesn't have to intercede with this kind of dumb official, if he has the courage to bend the law for personal gain, I will help you find justice!" The monk was quite stubborn, and he broke away from the hands of several strong men and walked to the bench to wait for the punishment.

"Hmph! Really fight!" Yang Qinglian was excited by the monk's words, and the anger in his heart went straight up, and he raised his big hand to order those lazy bastards to act neatly.

As a result, when those people waved the board, the county commander almost turned his back on him: "I'm talking about a real fight! You are so weak, are you tickling this monk?!"

"Your Excellency. One of them heard that Yang Qinglian was dissatisfied with them, stopped his movements and complained with a hippie smile: "My lord, we are not like you, we are not like you, this is noon, but we haven't even used breakfast, where do we have the strength to play the board?"

"That's right, sir. Another person also chimed in: "What's more, this Yanqin Mansion has not punished the people for many years, if we help the adults beat people to the toilet and can't squat at them, this matter will spread out and the reputation of our brothers is secondary, but my lord, your image of loving the people like a son will not be loud?"

"Why don't you do that, sir. Seeing that Yang Qinglian was choked and couldn't speak, the man at first squinted his eyes and smiled and took the words back: "Wait for a few of our brothers to eat and drink enough, and then come back and discuss with the adults whether to fight this board or not, how about it?"

A few rogues who played the board said that they were begging for someone to relax, but they directly threw away the big board at hand, and they didn't look at Yang Qinglian's face at all, and left by themselves with a smile.

"You... You—" Yang Qinglian tried to call them back, but the sudden situation left him at a loss.

The people below stared at Yang Qinglian dryly, only to see the monk get down from the stool with a mocking face, bend down and pick up the board on the ground and say: "Hehe, what's the matter? Could it be that the county commander does it himself? If that's the case, it's a blessing from the little monk's cultivation!"

Yang Qinglian's face was blue and purple for a while, and he was extremely embarrassed, and finally he really had no choice, so he viciously put down the sleeve robe hanging in the air and glared at the monk: "Don't think that this official can't cure you, if the result of the trial is that you do evil from it, this official will condemn you to a crime and punish you with a felony!"

Then he immediately changed his face and said to the woman: "I don't know the girl's surname, what is the cause and effect of this matter, can you come with this official one by one?"

The Yu Dynasty stipulates that the names of women who have not been out of the cabinet are internal, and they must not be easily known by outsiders, even if Yang Qinglian tries the case impartially, he must be careful.

The person next to him, who was originally blue-nosed and swollen and crying, saw the county order to ask people, and immediately hurriedly interrupted unhappily: "My lord, this woman is vulgar and contemptible, according to what she says, it will be easy to turn black and white upside down, affecting the adult to judge the case, it is better to let the little one ......"

"Who does the official want to ask, that's the official's business, and I need you to teach it! And this monk, let others say a few words and want to do it?!" Yang Qinglian was furious, looking at that guy who grew up with this face, he didn't look like a good citizen. As for the monk standing on the side, as soon as he heard that people were speaking ill of the girl, he immediately rolled up his sleeves and wanted to hit someone, wanting him to confront him in court, and he was angry and beat him in the middle of his anger.

"Please also ask the little master to calm down his anger. The girl understood Yang Qinglian's difficulties, and she could see that this official was in name only, and it was estimated that it would be useless to talk to him, but she still said it in 1510 considering the dignity of the other party: "The little girl's surname is Su, and the family is a little businessman, and my father heard that Yanqin Mansion is rich in minerals, and I heard that someone here sells mining land by chance, but she is entangled in chores, and there is no brother in the family, so she can only come here to investigate and negotiate......"

The girl glanced at the flowing Xiaosheng behind her, her already watery eyes seemed to be surging in a pond, and the green sleeves covered her eyes and began to wipe them: "I didn't expect to meet this person before half of the conversation, he did something to the little girl, and let these dozen men surround people, if it weren't for the little girl desperately asking for help and being lucky enough to meet the little master passing by, I'm afraid it would be ......."

"My lord! it's pure slander!" When the ruffian little student heard this, he seemed to have been greatly wronged, and he hugged the table leg and cried again: "My lord, look at her appearance yourself, I just spent some silver taels to go to the Qinglou to find some random goods, and I don't know how much better it is." ”

"If you look at my face again, it's clear that she has hatred after she can't afford to pay the price....."

"Smack!" Yang Qinglian slapped the shocking wood, and he couldn't wait to give this person a kick, "Hmph!

"My lord, how can you let others talk about it without evidence!" But no matter how he cried Yang Qinglian just looked at it coldly, and when the man saw that the county order was indifferent, he actually patted the dirt on his legs, and stood up slowly, with no tears on his face.

"Hey, since the adults don't avenge the kid, the little one has to rely on himself. Xiao Shengpi smiled and hugged Yang Qinglian, waved his hand and took away the dozen strong men and turned to leave: "I hope that when I see the adults in the future, the adults can still have such an interest in sitting in front of the yamen to solve the case!"

At night, Yang Qinglian couldn't sleep again, he couldn't forget the calm eyes of the girl when she left during the day, as if telling him that she didn't expect him to help her punish the thieves from the beginning, which pierced his heart more than the monk's wanton mockery - what an irony, he read poetry and books, and in high school in one fell swoop, he was born in Hanlin and couldn't even do a good job as a local parent official, why?

Am I wrong to follow the holy religion and eliminate evil and promote good? Is it wrong to uphold the right path and expose the ugly state?

If I am not wrong, why did Yu Shenyan belittle me? Why did the people of Yanqin oppress me? Why didn't the girl of the Su family believe me?

Countless questions were like maggots constantly gnawing at his originally proud heart, and the mat on his stomach seemed to be poured with a thousand pounds of iron and stone, and he couldn't breathe.

Suddenly, a sudden light in the outer courtyard alarmed Yang Qinglian, who was deep in thought, he felt the heat wave scorching the whole house through the adobe wall, he got up and looked through the window, the whole courtyard fell into a sea of fire, illuminating the sky above the sky extremely bright, and the dead willow trees in the courtyard were flying in the fire snake and the branches were groaning and struggling in pain.

Walk the water!

Yang Qinglian panicked, he was frightened and groped in the room for a long time before finding the door, but as soon as his hand touched the wooden door, he was scalded and put back.

Is this fate? Yang Qinglian sat on the ground, holding his head and curling up, I haven't found the answer yet! I can't die here! But how can I escape!

When he felt death like a python opening its huge jaws and rushing towards him, the roof suddenly collapsed with a loud sound, and the countless dust shook off the roof almost buried him.

"Let's go!" shouted loudly, Yang Qinglian felt that he was being dragged up, and when he let go of the hand covering his eyes, his body had already jumped into the air, and under his feet was a courtyard full of fire waves.

"You, you're the monk!" he looked up at the person who had saved him by the moonlight, stunned and pale.

"Hey, hey... You foolish official, I'm afraid you'll faint when you see chicken blood, and you dare to come to Yanqin on an errand, and in the end, you don't have to rely on me, a sinful monk, to save you. The monk held the collar around Yang Qinglian's neck and laughed.

After a moment of silence, Yang Qinglian put down his face and asked in a difficult voice:

"What's your name?"

"No father, no mother, no name, no surname, the law name is empty!"

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