Unexpectedly, Qu Yuan's words came from his feelings when he was facing a woman.

At the same time, bursts of laughter erupted from Prince Qing's palace.

The snow in the open space in the backyard had not been cleared, and King Qing was running and laughing on it.

"Your Highness, Your Highness." A chamberlain came over in a hurry and looked at Prince Jin'an who was only wearing a cotton robe and shouted.

With a thin layer of sweat on his head, his sleeves rolled up, and half of his strong arms exposed in the winter, King Jin'an turned around with a smile.

"Ms. Cheng has arrived at Dali Temple." the chamberlain said.

The prince of Jin'an County smiled.

"Then there will be something good to see this time." He smiled, turned around after laughing, and continued to look at Prince Qing.

The chamberlain took a few steps back and only saw the prince's straight back, not the frozen smile on his face.

It's endless, it's endless, what can I do? That's how life is.

…………………………………………

The young minister of Dali Temple sighed inwardly.

What bad luck.

He said to himself again.

The subordinate official had finished reciting the question slowly. Looking at the woman standing in the hall, he could only clear his throat and scolded Si Cheng and Yu Shitai again in his heart.

This is because he is not Zhengqing. When something difficult happens, he needs to come out and deal with it.

"Ms. Cheng, do you accept the accusation made by Master Cheng Feng just now?" he asked.

Cheng Jiaoniang shook her head.

"The folk girl doesn't recognize it," she said.

"But Mr. Feng said that you admitted to doing these things." Shaoqing asked.

"Yes, I have done these things, but the speaker has no intention, the listener has the intention, the doer has no intention, and the observer has the intention." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

The speaker is unintentional, the listener is intentional, the doer is unintentional, and the observer is intentional. What does this mean?

Shaoqing frowned.

"I do things just for the sake of what I want to do, and for the sake of what I do. As for what others think of me, that's not something I can control. What they think has nothing to do with me."

Cheng Jiaoniang continued, "Sir, Mr. Cheng admitted that she had done these things, but she did not acknowledge Feng Zhongcheng's accusations."

So do you admit it or not?

Therefore, the trial of this case is troublesome, so let’s try it slowly.

A thought flashed through Shaoqing's mind, and he was about to raise the gavel in front of him.

"Sir." A scribe behind him coughed lightly, "The people from Yushitai are here."

In the back hall, Shaoqing's brows jumped when he saw the censor coming.

"What did you say? We need it today?" he shouted in a loud voice.

"Master Zhongcheng will make a final decision today." The censor said with a straight face.

"Now? Today?" Shaoqing took a few steps back and forth, "Are you kidding? How can anyone be so easy to interrogate?"

"Master Zhongcheng said that this case is easy to try, so he asked her to admit it. It was settled and he sent her home." The censor said numbly.

Send her home?

Shaoqing was startled and then understood.

The prison in Dali Temple is not as good as the Yushitai, where officials are investigated and dealt with.

It's enough for a girl's family to be ruined if they come to Dali Temple, let alone live in jail.

It seems that this ghost judge still has some human feelings, and he still remembers that he is a benefactor.

However, this kind of kindness is more like a cat crying than a mouse.

"Just do it if you ask her to," Shaoqing said with a snort, then turned around and walked toward the hall, "Just wait."

At this moment, in Gongnu Courtyard, Huang was waiting impatiently, and finally saw Fan Jianglin walking out quickly.

"What are you doing? Go quickly, my sister has been taken to Dali Temple." Huang said anxiously.

Fan Jianglin nodded.

"Has it been taken away?" he asked.

Huang nodded and urged him to leave.

"Wait a minute, we just caught a big case yesterday, I'll finish it first," Fan Jianglin said.

Huang was stunned, and then became furious.

"You've lost your mind! You haven't been home for so many days. What are you busy with?"

Hidden under the uneasiness of the unfamiliar environment in the capital, the violent temper of the northwest woman finally broke out, and she reached out and grabbed Fan Jianglin's arm.

"My sister's case is more important, or your bullshit case here!"

People outside the foyer immediately smiled and turned away.

"Sister is important, sister is important." Fan Jianglin said slightly awkwardly, while pulling away his wife's hand, "I'll be fine now. This will be fine."

After he said that, he walked away as if running away.

An angry Mrs. Huang stomped her feet in the hall.

"Sir, go quickly, we are here."

Outside the official hall, the soldiers following Fan Jianglin said.

Fan Jianglin looked gloomy.

"How can it be done? Weapons and heavy objects are no joke." He said, and while he was talking, the group of people had already arrived at the backyard of Gongnuyuan.

Several people were already standing here, surrounding two men who were tied up and kneeling on the ground.

"Li Mao!"

Fan Jianglin walked up quickly and kicked one of the men to the ground with anger.

"Speak quickly!" he shouted sharply.

This movement startled everyone around.

"What's wrong, sir?" Someone asked in a low voice, "Were you fine just now? Interrogating a prisoner is just like doing a family thing."

"Mrs. Fan is here, something happened at home." The person who followed whispered.

Colleagues exchanged looks of understanding, and everyone suddenly understood.

I can't tell, this Military Supervisor Fan is still henpecked.

"Say it quickly!" everyone shouted.

The man who fell to the ground was picked up again. Although his beard was unshaven and his face was haggard, he could still identify him as the former city gate official Li Mao.

"I'm just borrowing the artillery truck," he said.

"Borrow?" shouted a general, "Who do you think you are? Dare to borrow weapons?"

"I don't count as anything..." Li Mao lowered his head and laughed at himself.

In the past, when he was a prison guard, no one looked up to him as a thing, and now that he was pushed out because of a fire in his house and lost his official status, he was even less of a thing.

Before he could finish his words, Fan Jianglin kicked him off again.

"Borrowing? Are you lying to a child? Tell me, are you a spy who rebelled against Beiliao from the West?" he shouted.

Li Mao raised his head and shook his head violently.

"My lord, my lord, I am not." he shouted hurriedly.

"No?" Fan Jianglin grabbed him and dragged him aside, standing in front of a broken artillery cart. "Then why did you dismantle the catapult? Is it to disperse and transport it out of the city, or to learn from it?

Skill trap?"

Li Mao shook his head repeatedly.

"Sir, it was not dismantled, it was destroyed when I was testing cannonballs," he said.

Fan Jianglin sneered, and his eyes fell in front of a trebuchet that was still intact. This trebuchet seemed to be a trebuchet, but it didn't seem to be a trebuchet. There was a black stone bullet stuffed in the upper barrel.

"Is this?" he asked, "you mean the stone bullet destroyed the trebuchet?"

Li Mao nodded.

"Yes, yes." He said, and as soon as he finished speaking, Fan Jianglin kicked him again.

"Do you think I am a three-year-old child or a fool who has never been on the battlefield?" Fan Jianglin shouted, "How can a stone bullet self-destruct a catapult!"

"My lord, my lord, this stone bullet of mine is different from the previous stone bullets." Li Mao said hurriedly, struggling to get up and standing in front of the catapult, "mine is ignited, will explode, and has a very strong urging force.
To be continued...