The punishment of the female imperial court

Chapter 121

Yuqiansi heard the words, her expression remained motionless, she still had the smile of Chunri Lihua, and her voice was like Yaohuan Yuer.

"Mr. Lin is worthy of being General Xiang's number one adviser. He is on the border, but he knows the situation in Beijing like the back of his hand, even such trivial things."

Lin Xiaosheng's face froze when he heard the words: "Yu Qiansi, don't talk nonsense! I only came to Beijing"

Halfway through the conversation, he realized that something was wrong, so he quickly stopped talking, and said with a sneer: "The Jingzhong teahouse Washe has been discussing this matter a lot recently, and I know the twists and turns, so it's not difficult."

The news that someone in the army committed suicide last night had already reached their ears. Not only did the dead man leave a thought-provoking remark, but it also came from the Xiang family army. He knew that today would not be safe.

"Those civil servants above the court want to sell to Beiqi. Seeing that the princess is gone, they want to pin this shit pot that started the war on the head of our general. Dreaming! I wouldn’t use such despicable methods to provoke wars! If it weren’t for the men at the frontier who threw their heads and blood, and built a city wall to protect you, how could you be so stable today?!”

These words aroused the enthusiasm of the surrounding crowd, all of them clenched their fists with red eyes, wishing to rush forward to help.But when he saw Ti Xingwei's black clothes, he was still angry.

"Mr. Lin is well said!" Yu Qiansi clapped her hands lightly, too lazy to talk nonsense with him: "You all know that my hand is broken, so, are you planning to resist the order?"

Lin Xiaosheng didn't expect Yuqiansi to be so thick-skinned, she was pointed out to be tricky, and she dared to search under false pretense, it was simply a shame.
It's just shameless!

The middle-aged Confucian scholar had never seen such a soft and tough character. He thought he had heard too many rude words from the soldiers, but in the end he still couldn't think of a word to describe this kind of person.

Yu Qiansi waved lightly: "Go in and search, and those who dare to block, the old rules."

The onlookers gasped when they heard the words.

Yu Luocha is really ruthless, although the "old rules" of the punishment department are not shoot-to-kill, but it will definitely make people take off a layer of skin.Just like the horse joining the army, losing its leg and losing its life is even more terrifying than having a good time.What's more, such a weak Confucian scholar counselor?

Yaoguang led people towards Lin Xiaosheng with neat and firm steps. This move was intended as a deterrent, but seeing him standing still and refusing to back down, he was about to splatter blood on the spot.

A young man dressed as a warrior rushed out from behind the door, half blocked the counselor behind him, and saluted Yaoguang and the others with fists cupped.

"Wait a minute, everyone! Mr. Lin just heard that an old friend in the army had an accident, and he was a little anxious, so he accidentally bumped into you adults. I hope the adults will not be offended."

Yaoguang raised his hand and clenched his fist, and the people behind him stopped when they saw this.

"As General Xiang's lieutenant-general, the last general naturally trusts his own general. But the sudden accident happened to our comrades in Beijing, and we are worried that someone will frame him, so naturally we need to be more careful."

These words were so appropriate and reasonable that even Yao Guang was somewhat surprised.The young general in front of him doesn't look very old, and he behaves like a warrior, so it's very surprising that he can say these words.

Yaoguang nodded, as if he accepted his words.

The young general continued: "Why don't we find a compromise. I will bring the adults into the house to inspect them one by one. To ensure justice, I can ask Fang Zheng to accompany me. This will be good for everyone. What do you think the adults would like?"

How could Yaoguang not understand, this is to prevent them from entraining them and doing things like thieves calling them thieves.The house here is temporarily assigned to General Xiang after he entered Beijing, and Fangzheng here is also a middle-aged man with high morals, so he is not afraid of their secret connections.

He turned around and asked Yuqian to show off.

Seeing that Yu Qiansi was indifferent, he said, "Okay, I will do as you say."

Fang Zheng had just squeezed into the crowd to disperse the excitement, but in an instant he changed from a spectator to an actor in the play, with cold sweat dripping on his forehead, but he didn't dare to delay, gritted his teeth with a weak smile, and was led into the house together.

The front of the house was instantly empty.Only Lin Xiaosheng who was left on the steps was still staring at Yuqiansi like a hen guarding its cubs.

Yu Qiansi didn't care about these things, and looked back with a smile in his calm and fearless shallow eyes, which ignited the anger of the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

Suddenly, a moderate noise came from the door, occasionally mixed with a few familiar shouts, the noise seemed to be coming towards the door.

A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on Lin Xiaosheng's back, and he couldn't help but feel a little bad.

"Zhou Chun! What's going on?"

He turned his head in a daze, and saw the red-faced but decadent Vice-General Zhou being escorted, and beside him were two Zhanzhan Fangzheng with a face full of disbelief.

Seeing that the number of people watching the bustle around did not decrease but increased, Nafangzheng turned pale and said in disbelief, "We...we found some suspicious letters"

Fangzheng did not expect such a result.This house is not big, and after a few rummaging, they found this box.

He and Zhou Chun had been staring at Yaoguang and the others, seeing Yaoguang dug out these things from the study, they were shocked and furious, and couldn't speak clearly.

When the onlookers heard these specious words, they thought they were collaborating with the general, and they were in an uproar.

Yu Qiansi took the letter and glanced at it for a while, then said helplessly: "Everyone, don't panic, it's just a letter to the general and an old friend in the army."

Only then did the crowd become peaceful, but everyone's hearts were unconsciously cast under the shadow of the fire at the Ministry of War.

The word "old friend" also ignited Lin Xiaosheng who was sluggish.

"Impossible! It's impossible!"

General Xiang has always been self-respecting, worried that someone in the DPRK would use the clique for personal gain as a raft, and never contacted the old army.What's more, people in the capital?

"This is a bureau! I think you just want to take the opportunity to let the general take the blame!"

Yu Qiansi let out a long sigh, squeezed the thick stack of letter paper in his hand, and watched the two confidantes of General Xiang remain silent, and the universe in his hands kept turning.

"Go to prison first."

At this point in the play, she could see clearly what the people behind the scenes wanted.

But she was still a little undecided about what to name this play and who it was for.

Back in Fajin Hall, she held a pen in her hand and stood quietly in front of the wall covered with bamboo signs and red lines, thinking carefully.

On the names of the people involved in the case of the princess and the Ministry of War, there are fresh engravings and the lingering fragrance of green bamboo.

The rabbit dipped in ink dripped ink silently, smashing ink orchids one after another on the ground of Fajin Hall.

Who is the audience of this play?

Is it the people in Beijing, the civil servants of the Manchu Dynasty, or the saints above the temple?

She asked herself, and immediately picked up a pen and drew a circle in the void to represent herself.Then through this circle of nothingness, I looked at the names that were swaying in the wind.

When the matter of the princess and her marriage was in the dust, someone used Ma Jian's relatives to threaten him to kill the princess, and that's how the story of Zhaixinglou happened.Then, the Ministry of War was on fire, which involved the battle between the master of Beijing and the master of the war.

Everything is logical, just in line with the taste of those censors who can't turn their heads.

And from the beginning of the fire at the Ministry of War, the handwriting of the people behind the scenes was too deliberate.Knowing that he will investigate the matter with full authority, but still arrange it like this, simple and crude, unsightly.

Therefore, she never put herself in it and thought about it, and only treated herself as a chess player in the hands of the people behind the scenes, and treated herself as a person in the play.

The same is true of today's scene.She just wanted to see where the firecrackers would be ignited as the trigger for this ending.

However, looking at the bustling crowd just now, she had some other thoughts.

People in the play, why not spectators?
Just like the crowd watching.It seems that today's matter has nothing to do with them, but from the moment the correspondence is found, the rumors about Beijing and China instructing the general's former subordinates to disrupt the peace talks will definitely become louder.At that time, which person present can get rid of the relationship with the spread of this news?
What if she is also like this, and she is also a spectator in the eyes of the people behind the scenes?

Then this play is not about borrowing a knife to kill people, but
Yuqian's eyes gathered light, shining like a golden mountain in the sun.

If she is not the knife of this round, then this play should be called "Speeding East and West".

She turned around abruptly and wanted to go out, but she was startled when she saw a black figure behind her at some point.

Without even thinking about it, only Boyi has such boldness.

"Are you still injured? What are you doing running out?"

The dazzling light in his eyes has not yet dissipated, and the remaining inch of light is enough to make him feel warm all over his body.

Boyi pointed to her right hand: "The pen is still in my hand."

Only then did Yu Qiansi realize that he put the pen back on the case, looking at him a little hesitantly.

"You can't persuade me, just like I can't persuade you." Boyi smiled slightly, folded his arms and raised his chin to point to the direction of the door: "Let's go."

Yuqian pursed her lips, but the corners of her lips rose slightly: "Then let's talk about it first, pay attention to safety."

Bo Yi followed Yu Qiansi and returned to the Ministry of War with the men and women of the Criminal Division.

"Didn't the prisoner, Master Yu, have been caught?"

Today, the incident at the General Xiang's mansion has become an uproar in the capital, and General Xiang, who was facing the Holy Spirit in the palace, was also directly thrown into prison.

Fang Fuli just breathed a sigh of relief, and retracted all the previous dissatisfaction with Yu Qiansi's inaction. Seeing her bringing someone back, he was sweating, and his heart was hanging high again.

It is easy to invite God, but it is difficult to send God off.

Yu Qiansi went straight to the point: "Master Fang, please take out all the maps, I want to check."

"What?!" Fang Fuli stared, unable to believe his ears.

How dare she say such brazen words
"Master Yu, the map is of great importance. If it is accidentally lost, or someone with a heart sees it, I cannot bear the responsibility."

Yu Qiansi sneered, and Fang Fuli's heart trembled when he heard it, as if he vaguely saw the tomb with his name engraved on it.

"If Mr. Fang doesn't trust me, how about we make a bet?"

Hearing the word "gambling", Fang Fuli seemed to hear a "click" and a crisp sound of leg bones breaking.

Repeatedly said: "Don't dare, Master Yu, what's the matter? You come here according to the order, so naturally you can do whatever you want."

　Thank you for the recommendation ticket for a meat bun without meat.

　　It was sunny yesterday, and Chuyang, who was half a year late, was so painful...

　　


(End of this chapter)