Nongmen Fu girl group’s daily favorites

Emperor Jingwen lay on the couch and looked through the new management methods written by Gu Yan. He carefully flipped through the pages and quickly formed a picture of the new method in his mind. When he saw the last page that said When this was the suggestion made by his niece, a smile flashed across Emperor Jingwen's eyes.

When Fulu saw that Emperor Jingwen had finished reading, he stepped forward and whispered: "Your Majesty, there is news from the cell. The shopkeeper of the Herbal Hall said..."

"Hahaha!" Emperor Jingwen burst out laughing after hearing Fulu's narration, "The little girl from the Shen family is really weird."

"Your Majesty, do we want to help?" Fulu asked softly.

"No, how could Chen'er let her suffer? Just watch." Emperor Jingwen's bottomless eyes were filled with cold light and his eyes were distant.

Early the next morning, Shen Bai led a large number of people to the Yamen of Dali Temple.

Shen Bai is one of the thirty killers. After half a year of training, he has become a completely different person. Today he will go to Dali Temple to file a complaint as the cousin of the owner of Bencaotang.

Wen Mingrui, the Minister of Dali Temple, has been very busy during this period. He finally managed to deal with all the things. He also thought that he would have time to drink tea today. Who knew that as soon as he made the tea, he heard drumming outside? The voice of grievance.

If you have any grievances in Beijing, you usually go to the Yamen of Jingzhao Prefecture. Unless the case is special, you will report it directly to Dali Temple.

Wen Mingrui strode into the courtroom with an unwavering expression.

"Who is in the hall? Why are you going to Dali Temple to play drums and express your grievances?"

Shen Bai knelt on the ground, his back straight, and he spoke eloquently: "The grassroots are Shen Bai, the owner of the Bencaotang Medical Center in the south of the city. The grassroots want to sue Li Er on the North and South Street of the city. He poisoned and murdered his wife, but falsely accused the Bencaotang. The pills are poisonous, and the people want to sue Mr. Yin of Jingzhao for leading people to smash up the Herbal Hall, causing the Herbal Hall to suffer heavy losses."

After hearing this, Wen Mingrui asked, "Shen Bai, you said Li Er made a false accusation. Do you have any evidence?"

Shen Bai raised the evidence with both hands: "Yes, sir, please take a look!"

After Wen Mingrui read it, he immediately sent people to capture Li Er on the North and South Streets of the city. He also sent people to Jingzhao Mansion to transfer the wife of the deceased to Dali Temple. He also sent people to Jingzhao Yin's house to find the young master who destroyed the Herbal Hall.

At this time, many people gathered outside the court to watch the excitement, and everyone was whispering to each other.

"I just said that the pills from Bencaotang are very effective after I take them. How could they be poison? It turns out that I was framed!"

"Don't jump to conclusions yet. Your Excellency hasn't found out yet?"

"It must be because the pills and oils from Bencaotang are so good that people are jealous of them."

"Hey! You've also used the pills from Materia Medica!"

"I have used it. Let me tell you, the last time I had a cough, I bought a bottle of cough pills from Bencaotang and took them back. I only took them twice and it was fine."

"My arm was injured some time ago, and it was cured by applying camphor oil from Bencaotang."

"My grandson has been suffering from stomachache for some time. He couldn't get any relief from any medicine he prescribed. Later, a relative introduced me to Herbal Medicine Hall. The doctor checked my pulse and didn't prescribe medicine. He just asked me to buy a bottle of cinnamon oil and take it home every day. I put a few drops of steamed lean pork for him to eat. After eating two meals, my grandson said his stomach didn’t hurt anymore. Do you think it’s miraculous?”

"Hey! There is such a wonderful medicine! The price of cinnamon oil must not be cheap!"

"That's for sure! It costs twenty taels of silver a bottle!"

"Too expensive, not worth it."

"What do you know? I heard that one hundred pounds of cinnamon sticks can produce half a pound of cinnamon oil. Do you think it is precious? According to the shopkeeper, it was the last bottle when I bought it. Whoever wants it in the future will have to wait for the next one. When the shipment arrives, you will tell me whether it is worth it?”

"If you put it like that, twenty taels of silver is really not expensive. Can you give it to my grandson evenly..."

"Don't even think about it?"

Wen Mingrui sat on it and listened quietly to the discussions outside. He was one of the few people in the capital who knew the identity of the owner of the Herbal Hall.

He is the emperor's confidant and Mrs. Qi's brother.

Mrs. Qi also had someone bring a letter to Shen Jia when she sent someone to Beijing. The letter told him that Shen Jia had helped her cure her infertility and that he would soon be an uncle. She also asked him to stay in the capital. Take more care of the Shen family's business. At Li Er's house in the south of the city, Li Er and his concubine haven't gotten up yet.

"Second brother, when will the slave family be put in order?"

"Hurry up, I'll straighten you up after the tigress thing is over."

With a bang, several government officials broke in. When they saw Li Er still lying on the bed with a woman in his arms, a fire of ignorance suddenly sprang up in his heart. Now that he was already in trouble, he was still fooling around with the woman in bed. To say that No one believed that he had anything to do with his wife's death.

"Get up, someone is accusing you of poisoning and murdering your wife, and trying to falsely accuse Bencaotang. Come with me now." The Yamen servant said coldly.

Li Er's expression suddenly changed and he shouted loudly: "It's unfair..."

The yamen servant was too lazy to listen to his screams and shouted: "Shut up, or don't blame me for being rude."

Seeing this, the concubine was so frightened that she shivered and huddled in the corner of the bed, not daring to speak.

Li Er was quickly brought to the court.

Wen Mingrui's face darkened, and he was stunned: "Who is there?"

"Li Er, a common man, is here to meet your lord."

"Li Er, I want to ask you, someone has accused you of poisoning and murdering your wife. Do you admit it or not?"

"The common people don't admit it. The common people have been wronged. Please investigate!"

Wen Mingrui sneered and said: "It seems that you won't shed tears until you see the coffin. Come, please invite the doctor from Chengxi Public Medical Center."

When Li Er heard this, his expression changed instantly, and he quickly regained his composure.

"Xia Lin, a grass-roots citizen, is here to greet you, sir."

"Xia Lin, I'm asking you, do you recognize the person kneeling next to you?"

"I know him. This person went to Cao Min Medical Center to buy arsenic the day before yesterday."

"Li Er, I want to ask you, why did you buy arsenic?"

Li Er smashed the jar, scratched his neck and said, "Suddenly there are many rats in the Cao Min's house. The Cao Min brought mice poison."

"Oh, here comes the next witness."

"Ms. Yan, a commoner woman, comes to greet your lord."

"Ms. Yan, tell me what you know."

It turns out that Yan lives next door to Li Er.

Li Er's father-in-law was Lou San, a famous butcher in the south of the city. He had only one daughter. She was taller than ordinary women and had a lot of strength. She had been killing pigs with her father since she was a child.

Li Er was an orphan and a gangster. Seeing that Lou San's family was rich, he used a trick to become Lou San's son-in-law.

After Lou San passed away a few years ago, his daughter Lou took over her father's place as a butcher, working from dawn to dusk every day.

As for Li Er, not to mention helping, he was either in a gambling house or a brothel every day. Lou said a few words to him and the two of them started to quarrel and fight. Fights were common every day.

Mr. Lou had caught a cold some time ago, and everyone said that the illness was like a mountain, and it manifested itself in Mr. Lou's body. Lou had been ill for half a month and was so thin that he was out of shape. He was coughing so much that he couldn't breathe. (End of chapter)