Concubine, please respect yourself

Chapter 108 Drumming
The next day, the rooster did not arrive.

There are already many people going to the market in the streets and alleys of Beijing.

On both sides of the street, there are small merchants selling hawkers, thinking that they can set up a morning stall and sell more money to subsidize their families.

There were also people who wanted to pick up some cheap items in the market, and they took their families out for a stroll when the sky was getting dark.

There will be two grand market gatherings in the middle and end of each month in Dongying. There may not be many people in the next day, but these two days are crowded with people and busy.

Making clay figurines, selling loose wine, brewing mature vinegar, selling flowered cloth, pounding red powder, weighing leaf tea, cowhide shoes, sheepskin hats, lacquered wooden utensils, unearthed porcelain utensils, frontier horses, Jinqi slaves, and fox fur from the Western Regions , agate jade from Japan.
What you have heard and seen is sold, and what you have never heard of is also sold.

Huai month thirty, is a good day.

The market was full of people, and the sounds of bargaining and bargaining were noisy, but the common people still heard a series of muffled sounds.

"Boom, boom, boom"

Take it easy, beat on people's hearts.

A few women who were picking out silver hairpins heard the voice, and looked towards the red lacquered gate of the Jingzhao Yin Mansion not far away.

"Hey! Listen, isn't this the sound of drums for grievances?"

"So early? Who played the drums?"

"There won't be any grievances, the church is only opened at sunrise on weekdays."

The women discussed in private, put the silver hairpin back to its original place, and walked quickly towards Jingzhao Yin's mansion, looking at this, they planned to watch the excitement.

As the drums continued, more and more people gathered in front of Jingzhao Yin's mansion.

Because it is a big taboo to beat the drum of injustice before the rooster crows, unless it is a major case of injustice.

Taking advantage of the sky, the common people could vaguely see that the person beating the drum was a girl. The girl was thin and thin, dressed in plain white clothes, and her hair looked like a fallen horse. Looking at it from a distance, it made people feel weak and could not help but feel pity.

Behind her, stood a man with a thin face like jade, with a touch of melancholy, wearing the same commoner clothes.

The two stood in front of each other, their bodies filled with sadness.Even if other people don't know what grievances they are carrying, just looking at them will already be moved with compassion.

The drum sounded for a long time, and finally there was some movement on the red-lacquered wooden door.

A yamen servant still wearing black obscene clothes sticks out his head from inside.

He scratched his head a little anxiously, half-closed his sleepy eyes, and said impatiently, "It's not time for the opening of the class, so don't knock."

The woman in white who was beating the drum didn't seem to hear what he said, and the movements of her hands didn't stop, but even more vigorously.

"Damn, I told you not to knock, it disturbed the rest of the adults and made you unable to eat and walk around."

This time, his voice was even sharper, with a bit of viciousness.

The beating of the drums continued, and the yamen servant had no choice but to glare at the two of them angrily, then closed the door and went back.

When he came out again, he had an extra killing stick in his hand.

With a twist of his wrist, he was about to hit the two of them.

Some people saw this scene and shouted anxiously, "The officials beat people, the officials beat people!"

Officials beat people, this is something that can arouse public outrage.

Immediately, the people in the market rushed towards Jingzhao Yin's mansion one after another, with a great momentum.

Seeing this posture, the yamen servant who started the action hurriedly hid in the door like a mouse.

He didn't care about the official hat thrown on the ground, and hurried to the backyard to call his master.

"My lord, my lord, someone beat the grievance drum at the door, and many people gathered around to watch it." The yamen servant knocked on a folded door in the backyard, his voice a little anxious.

"It's not yet dawn, what are you knocking?" A manly yell came from inside.

Jing Zhaoyin Bai Luosong, sounds like a tall, thin and stalwart man by his name, but he is actually a short, fat, lustful man.

His eyes are like beans, his nose is flat, his limbs are slightly short, and he sweats profusely after walking a few steps.

The yamen servant who knocked on the door sucked his teeth, feeling embarrassed.

The people in front of the gate waited to see the excitement, and the master in the backyard was also annoyed that he would not come to the hall. He didn't bother to take care of the hard work, so he just got under the covers and continued to sleep.

The sound of the drum continued until dawn, and the people who went to the market changed batches after batches, but no one left. Instead, they just stood in front of Jingzhaoyin's mansion after buying something.

They were also curious about what kind of case this was, that could make that beautiful girl keep beating the drum.

Lu Ziyu's hands holding the drumsticks were already sore, and drops of sweat flowed from her forehead into the skirt of her clothes. She was already skinny in today's outfit, so she looked even more charming in this way.

"Si Niang, why don't you take a break and let me beat the drum?" Lu Zhiting was worried, he was afraid that his little sister's body would not be able to bear it.

However, only one person can beat the grievance drum. In order to show sincerity, no one can be replaced, let alone give up halfway.

Lu Ziyu shook her head, even if she had her teeth broken today, she still had to persevere.

"Open the door, open the door for trial."

Some people couldn't stand it anymore, and put their hands to their mouths and yelled.

When one person made a sound, the crowd seemed to be on fire, and people everywhere complained about injustice.

"Open the door."

"Open the door."

"Open the door."

Lu Ziyu's heart twitched lightly, it seemed that the first plan was about to succeed.

But for a long time, Jingzhao Yin's Mansion was surrounded by common people, and there was a din of voices, all of them were forcing the mansion to open the door to try the case.

In the backyard, Bai Songluo sat up from the bed with his belly pouted, his bean-sized eyes revealed impatience, "Knock knock, knock knock, knock endlessly, I want to see who is so courageous."

He got up and changed his clothes with resentment in his heart, and he even planned to make the person who disturbed his dream look good.

The beautiful concubine on the bed fanned the flames with a smile, "Where did the master get up so early? Find some excuses to send the troublemaker away, and the concubine warmed the bed for the master, waiting for the master to come back."

When she said this, Bai Songluo gritted his teeth even more, the anger in his heart was burning, and he planned to vent it all when he went to the hall later.

When the sun rose high, the red-lacquered wooden door of Jingzhao Yin's government office was opened.

Two yamen servants came out majesticly from the inside with killing sticks in their hands. When they saw Lu Ziyu and Lu Zhiting, they spoke unceremoniously, with sarcasm hanging from the corners of their mouths, "Go in, don't keep your lord waiting."

Lu Ziyu put down the drum stick in his hand, and wanted to fall to the ground as if he was discouraged. Her clothes were slightly wet, and the blood was not showing on her fair face at the moment.

Lu Zhiting quickly supported her, and frowned, "Does it matter?"

"It's okay, these are nothing compared to what daddy has suffered." She smiled lightly and bent her eyes to comfort her elder brother.

The wooden door was wide open, and there were eight yamen servants in red and blue clothes standing on the left and right sides of the courtroom, with killing sticks in their hands hanging down on the ground, with three-pointed looks on their brows.

Above the courtroom, desks, capital chairs, and gavels are neatly arranged.Only Jing Zhaoyin Bai Luosong on the chair has not even fastened his clothes and robes.

"Who is in the hall, and why are you beating the drum to complain?" Bai Songluo took a sip from the teacup on the desk, and asked the question very casually, it didn't seem like he wanted to relieve the people's worries.

"Siniang of the Lu family, the daughter of the criminal minister, is beating the drum today to come here for the case of my father's embezzlement ten years ago." Standing in the courtroom, Lu Ziyu did not appear to be timid, his jaw was raised high, and his beautiful eyes were fearless.

Bai Songluo was holding the teacup, his eyes rolled around twice, but he didn't remember which criminal's surname was Lu.

Lu Zhiting took a step forward, standing side by side with his little sister, his back as sculpted as a bamboo.

"Duke Lu's Mansion." He added in a calm but firm voice.

"Boom."

The teacup fell to the ground and fell to pieces
　Start a wave of clever strategies

　　
　
(End of this chapter)