Great Lawyer

Chapter 556 Finally in the trap ([-])

After leaving the cell, Qian Yu's Chang Sui came to invite them, and everyone went to Qian Yu's room.

Everyone greeted each other, Qian Yu looked at everyone curiously, and asked, "The three of you are here at Dali Temple, or is it because of Cui Qiao's case?"

According to his understanding of Du Jiuyan, since she has taken the legal fees, she should not bother with the rest of the matter.

What's more, the murderer of the Cui Qiao murder case has already confessed, as have the accomplices and witnesses.

Check again, there is nothing worth checking.

"My lord, it's too late to tell you. I have some doubts." Du Jiuyan said, "In just these two days, I will come back and clarify with you."

If she said she couldn't say it, there must be a reason why she couldn't say it. Qian Yu didn't delve into it any further, but just confirmed, "What you investigated is still related to Cui Qiao's case?"

"That's right." Du Jiuyan said: "There is a direct causal relationship between the two cases."

Qian Yu nodded, "Okay. If you need anything, just come and tell me, I will fully support and assist you."

"Thank you, Lord Qian." Du Jiuyan cupped his hands.

Qian Yu nodded, then clasped hands with King Gui and said, "However, with the prince here, Jiuyan's affairs in the capital will be much smoother and easier."

King Gui seems to have no rights, not even a useful person in the court.But he can't be underestimated, he is a prince, no matter how idle he is, he is still the younger brother of the current sage.

What's more, King Gui has never been a soft persimmon. When he was unhappy, he pulled up the flag and called for rebellion. When he was happy, he went back to the capital to handle the case with Du Jiuyan.

Therefore, even though he has nothing in the capital, no one really dares to underestimate him.

"He doesn't need my help. She can handle everything with her own ability." King Gui glanced at Du Jiuyan and said calmly, "What's more, she doesn't need me to intervene when she works for the court. Don't shirk what you should do to me."

"This king doesn't have a big head, and he can't wear a big hat."

Qian Yu chuckled, cupped his hands and said, "My lord, you are being modest. As long as you think about it, there is nothing you can't do. With you, Jiuyan will naturally get twice the result with half the effort."

"As for the yamen, I will never shirk what should be done, please rest assured, my lord."

King Gui nodded and said nothing more.

"Is this the lame man?" Qian Yu looked at the lame man. The case on Changsheng Island will soon begin for the final sentencing, and it will only take two days.

So, he knew something about the lame man.

I heard that the martial arts are very high, he is a person whose background is not clear, but he has some skills.

The lame man nodded and cupped his hands.

"Dali Temple is currently short of people, would you like to come to Dali Temple to work?" Qian Yu said: "You and the prince and Jiuyan are all friends, I trust you."

The lame man cupped his hands and said: "I have already discussed with Wu Dianyin, Mr. Wu. When he takes office, I will temporarily go to the government office to be an arrester. But we will always go back to Shaoyang, so I will be in the government office temporarily."

"Thank you for your kindness, sir."

"Then it seems that I am a step late." Qian Yu said with a smile: "It's okay, you are working in the government office, and I can be seconded if I have something to do."

"In the future, if you need something, come to Dali Temple to find this official."

The lame cupped his hands in thanks.

The three left Dali Temple and went to Zhongshan Temple again.

All morning, only a fat woman donated money for sesame oil and drank a bowl of soup.

In the afternoon, the fake monks in the temple continued to drink and eat meat.

Du Jiuyan was very depressed because she didn't get anything for one day. On the way back, she said: "It's still the women who have been there for the past two days, and they are not beautiful enough."

King Gui said with disgust, "You're still picky."

"Otherwise," Du Jiuyan said, "When there is a choice, people will be picky."

"Then I have to do it myself. As beautiful as I am..." Before she finished speaking, King Gui interrupted her, "You are too beautiful, if you go there, you will arouse suspicion."

"I agree with what the prince said." The lame man said.

Du Jiuyan looked at the two people unrequitedly, "You two, who do you want to let go?"

"Go to Yubao Tower and find a woman." The lame man said, "If you give me money, you can do things."

Just as Du Jiuyan was about to speak, King Gui gave the cripple a thumbs up and said, "Very skillful."

"Not as good as the prince." The lame man said.

King Gui snorted, and said to Du Jiu, "I'm proficient or not, as long as you know what you say."

"Shhh," Du Jiuyan said, "Let's talk about serious business. We'll go to Yubao Building to find someone to handle the matter."

The three of them went to the Yubao Building, and things went smoothly, as long as they gave enough money.

It took twelve taels to dress up a woman who claimed to be 25 years old named Du Juan early the next morning, and asked a servant in King Gui's mansion to pretend to be her husband.

Although Du Juan is not so beautiful, her appearance is much more delicate than that of ordinary women. What's more, she has never done heavy work, and her delicate skin and tender meat have a sultry charm.

The "husband and wife" went up the mountain together. First they paid homage inside and out, and finally Du Juan shyly said to the little novice in the treasure hall: "Little master, we came from other places. I heard that the son-song soup in your temple is very effective." , I don’t know if there are any more today, can you give me a bowl.”

"Wait a minute, I'll go and ask if there is any." The little novice sized up Du Juan, went to the apse, came back after a while, and saluted: "There is the last bowl today, please come with me, the benefactor."

Du Juan was overjoyed, and the answer was yes, pulling the "husband" to leave. The little novice said: "The woman can only go by herself to send the son soup. Donor, you can stay in the hall and recite the scriptures, so that you can get the Bodhisattva more." May your wishes come true for both of you.”

"Yes, yes!" The "husband and wife" had no doubts like all the couples who came, and they agreed again and again. The "husband" stayed in the treasure hall and recited the scriptures devoutly, while Du Juan followed the little monk to the backyard.

At the entrance of the Zhaitang, Du Juan drank the soup, she frowned coquettishly, "Why is this soup so bitter?"

"The soup is naturally bitter. The benefactor goes to the meditation room to rest for a while, recites scriptures for an hour, and then goes down the mountain." The monk who gave her the soup pointed to a meditation room, "Just go to that one."

Rhododendron should be, and went to the meditation room.

She took out a copy of scriptures, but she was illiterate and did not recognize each other while holding the scriptures.

Sitting on the futon, after only a few breaths, she began to feel drowsy, as if her upper and lower eyelids were glued together, she collapsed on the kang and fell asleep.

She had a erotic dream. She dreamed of the gentleman who was studying when she was young. wrote a poem for her.

He stood on a chair by the window, watching her and reading poems to her.

His voice is so pleasant, and his words are so mellow and poignant, this image has been engraved in his mind, even though he has never seen the scholar again, his figure is still so clear.

She often regretted not asking him if he was willing to help her redeem her body, and she was willing to follow him as a slave for the rest of her life.

Du Juan smiled in her sleep, and stretched out her hand to the scholar, who grabbed her hand and smiled softly at her.

Suddenly, she heard a bang, she was startled and opened her eyes in a daze, and saw many people standing in front of the bed chaotically screaming and begging for mercy, she murmured and closed her eyes again, the scholar's With the same appearance, she was very happy and walked towards him.

"Master Xuanwu," Du Jiuyan kicked open the door of the meditation room, and saw the dignified abbot Xuanwu took off his trousers and exposed his chest, exposing his bulging belly, and was reaching out to Du Juan wretchedly.Du Jiuyan raised his eyebrows and glanced under him, "Tsk tsk, your scriptures are so deep!"

"You, how did you get in here." Xuanwu's legs gave way in fright, and he hurriedly pulled up his pants, and the two monks who were not young in line with him also paled in shock, and staggered to the corner.

Du Juan's clothes were still in good condition. Du Jiuyan walked over with his hands behind his back and looked at the naked heads of the three people, "If you don't become a good monk, you must lust for a hungry ghost. It's disgusting."

"You, don't talk nonsense, we are chanting scriptures for the little lady." Xuanwu said.

"Really?" Du Jiuyan said: "Then I will recite it too, and you can listen to it too, Master."

Xuanwu stepped back nervously, "You, what are you doing?"

"Chanting," Du Jiuyan walked over in two or three steps, pinched Xuanwu's bald head, and slapped him in the face, causing him to stumble two steps, kneel down on the ground, and kick again. Step on his feet, according to his body a rain of fists.

Xuan Wu cried out in pain.

The two monks huddled in the corner trembled in fear.

"Old bald donkey!" Du Jiuyan said, "Does the scripture I gave you sound good? Do you want more?"

Xuan Wu's face was not injured, but his whole body was in pain, his bones seemed to have been pulled by someone, tears and snot flowed from the pain, how could he have the posture of a master.

Obscene, dirty, disgusting!

Du Jiuyan spat, his chest hurting from anger.

"Come on, come on!" Xuanwu shouted to the outside, only Du Jiuyan was alone, but there were more than 30 disciples in his temple, and he was afraid that Du Jiuyan would fail.

Kill her, and the secret will be kept.

"Who are you calling?" Du Jiuyan stepped on Xuanwu's face and crushed him, his face pressed against the ground without daring to move, "Your disciples?"

Xuanwu turned pale with shock, and shouted: "You, you are not alone?"

"Old bald donkey, do you want to silence me if I want to be alone?" Du Jiuyan wanted to trample him to death.

Xuan Wu grinned in pain, his pants were not pulled up, half of his butt was exposed, he was in a panic.

The cripple came in, stood at the door with folded arms, and said to Du Jiu, "They're all tied up, not a lot."

"Master Lame, you've worked hard." Du Jiuyan looked at Xuanwu, "Who else do you want to call, let's call together."

Xuanwu's face was ashen, trembling all over.

"Stop shouting?" Du Jiuyan asked.

Xuanwu said in fear: "You, what do you want to do? You, do you know who I am, you can't mess around."

"Now you know you're afraid?" Du Jiuyan said, "Why weren't you afraid when you took off your pants just now?"

The flesh on Xuan Wu's face trembled, faintly feeling that he might really not survive this time.

This kid, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers!

"Qian Yu is here." King Gui stood at the door, Du Jiuyan let go of Xuanwu, and asked King Gui, "Is the foot of the mountain blocked?"

King Gui nodded.

Du Jiuyan went to call Du Juan.

　Good morning!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)