The poetry meeting of Tianyun Pavilion is divided into two venues: the inner field is through the garden inside the hall. It is surrounded by rockery, lakes, pavilions and buildings. The oil lamps on the two-step stone lamp base illuminate the whole garden like a glorious fairyland. A little snowflake, like a dandelion floating in the distance, creates a snow-white romance.

Of course, only the nobles who received the invitation were allowed to enter the infield. Either the son of a family or an official family. Ordinary people are not qualified to step into the garden unless they have amazing talents.

The range of activities in the outfield is in the atrium and hall. The outer courtyard is deserted, empty and has no interesting things, and there is no scene in the garden, naturally no one lingers; the hall is brightly lit, poor scholars and rich children are in groups, and there are two rows of long cases in the middle, on which are placed delicacies and delicacies, and the wine is a fine flower carving, all of which are free to enjoy.

Occasionally, you can hear the sound of the attendants in the garden, which is what everyone is looking forward to, because they want to know who will get the opportunity to make a wish today.

Every time Tianyun Pavilion holds a poetry meeting, it will select the best work, and the author can get a chance to make a wish, and it is said that no matter what the wish is, it can be fulfilled in Tianyun Pavilion.

The attendant first reported the name of the son-in-law in a loud voice, and then read out aloud his work today, what kind of evaluation did he get from so-and-so, and then the scoring of the bachelors set by Tianyun Pavilion, if the seven bachelors all gave excellent evaluations, then he is today's Wenkui.

There is only one place to make a wish in each poetry meeting, and of course there is only one Wenkui, who is selected first, who wins, and then even if there are good works, there will be no chance to make a wish.

Chang Zhizhen, as usual, pretended to be a rich man and entered the outfield with two friends. Of course, not everyone can enter the outfield, and the entrance also requires a poem, and then it is registered, and it cannot be the same every time, which is the most basic requirement of Tianyun Pavilion. Otherwise, if anyone can come in, I'm afraid that the entire Fengyue Village will not be able to accommodate it.

In addition to practice, Chang Zhizhen has studied poetry quite a lot, and it is not difficult to make it.

The three of them entered the venue one after another, pretending to be ordinary literati. The people in the outfield gathered together in three or five, discussing around the poems, and occasionally someone had a flash of inspiration and chanted a masterpiece, at this time, the attendant could be sent to the Yuexin Pavilion to ask the bachelor to evaluate, if you get seven excellent, you can also get a chance to make a wish.

I thought I didn't have much talent to learn, so I waited at the windowsill as usual, waiting for the climax of today's poetry meeting.

Chang Zhizhen was mixed in with these people, while observing the situation of Yuexin Pavilion.

The location of the Yuexin Pavilion is in the middle of the lake, and from the position of the hall, it is the side of the Yuexin Pavilion, and the seven bachelors sit facing the lake as usual, and there are attendants entering and exiting from time to time.

Those invited sons and celebrities lingered in pavilions, buildings, boats, rockeries and other places, talking to each other, and the topics ranged from poetry to state affairs, from state affairs to the situation, from the situation to dressing up, from dressing up to taste, from taste to cultivation, and the scope was very wide, many of which were unimaginable to civilians.

Listening to their discussion, Chang Zhizhen had to admit a fact: a person's status determines his height, and his vision and knowledge will also be correspondingly improved; the first generation is a nouveau riche, and the second generation is also a nouveau riche, but when it accumulates to three generations, it is a nobleman. The foundation is indispensable, and it is indeed very different from ordinary people.

There are many people in this world who dare not face the reality, but sadly, their own efforts cannot bear their ambitions.

This time, Chang Zhizhen observed very carefully, focusing on the biggest magnates of those families.

Half an hour later, there was finally a hint of anomaly, and the number of people in the infield decreased again. And at this time, there was a person dressed as an attendant, saying something in Wei Jun's ear.

Wei Jun showed a look of ecstasy on his face after hearing this, and immediately said, "Take me quickly!"

No matter how high Chang Zhizhen's cultivation is, he can't hear the whispers of the attendants, he can only watch Wei Jun being taken away, anxious in his heart, but he doesn't dare to act rashly.

At this time, one of his subordinates came over and whispered, "My lord, the brother who is watching outside has sent a signal." ”

Chang Zhizhen's eyes flashed, and he said, "You continue to guard!" After speaking, he pretended to leave, walked out of Fengyue Village, and walked into a private house.

The captor who was keeping an eye here immediately reported, "My lord, someone has been taken away. ”

"Is it Wei Jun?" Chang Zhizhen said excitedly, this was the first time she had found a clue.

"It's Miss Fang. "Trap said.

"Fang Junyi?" Chang Zhizhen was stunned.

"Exactly. "Trap said.

Chang Zhizhen frowned, thought for a while, and said, "Don't worry about Wei Jun first, where was Fang Junyi taken?"

"My lord, the tracking brotherhood will leave markers along the way, and we'll know if we follow. ”

"Lead the way. ”

After about two cups of tea, the two of them followed the mark to the outside of a house, and the trapper in charge of tracking hurriedly greeted him and said, "My lord, they have entered." ”

"Apart from Fang Junyi, is there anyone else?" Chang Zhizhen said.

"No, she's the only one. "Trap said.

Chang Zhizhen said: "You two are guarding outside, send a signal whenever there is a situation, I'll go in and take a look." ”

After finishing speaking, he went around the wall to the backyard, listened to the wall for a moment, pointed to the ground on tiptoe, jumped over the wall gently, and hid behind a tree the moment he landed.

It's a small house, and the courtyard is empty and you can't feel the smell of fireworks, and it doesn't look like it's lived.

There is a light in the direction of the master bedroom, reflecting the shadows of two people.

"Where's Master Lu? Isn't Yan Gongzi going to see me? Why, what...... It's you ......"

Chang Zhizhen heard Fang Junyi's voice, and cautiously leaned towards the master bedroom.

"You know me?" a deep male voice began.

"You, you're ......" Fang Junyi seemed to tell his identity.

"Don't say it, I don't have an identity here, I hope Miss Junyi will forget your own identity, let us go to Wushan Yunyu and have a good time." The male voice said.

"What do you say...... I, I'm going home, it's too late, my father will be worried......" Fang Junyi's voice was a little panicked.

The male voice let out a low laugh and said, "What about your arrogance? I like the way you are high, a little bit like her, I can't stand it......"

The more Chang Zhizhen listened, the more familiar she felt, but she couldn't remember who it was for a while.

"Ah, don't, let go of me......" Fang Junyi shouted for help, "What are you doing, you bastard, perverted, disgusting bedbug, don't, don't, let go of me......"

Chang Zhizhen's eyes almost wanted to breathe fire, but because he didn't dare to startle the snake, he didn't move.

"That's right, that's it, you have to show your arrogance, otherwise what's the difference between you and the prostitute of the Qinglou?" The male voice seemed to have brought a little pleasure, and the sound of cracking silk continued.

"Help, help...... Who's going to save me...... No, I beg you to let me go...... Woowoo...... I don't want ......"

"No, no, it's too disappointing to beg for mercy so soon......"

Chang Zhizhen couldn't hold it anymore, and was about to rush in, when he was suddenly shrouded by a terrible killing machine, he stiffened, and the next moment, the majestic energy had fallen from the top of his head.

He had no choice but to lean back, and when he looked up, his face couldn't help but change: "It's you!"

On the roof, a man in black stood with a tin staff in his hand, and said with a smile: "Since you know something you shouldn't know, I have to ask you to die." ”

After speaking, the tin staff waved suddenly, and a circular qi visible to the naked eye tore through the air.

"Yipin Wufu!" Chang Zhizhen's pupils contracted suddenly, and he jumped back again, jumping onto the wall. But as soon as he landed, there was an alarm in his heart, and two black-clothed men appeared under the wall at some point, and two black knives slashed silently at his ankles.

His feet did not move, his wrists turned, and at the same time that two Emei thorns appeared in his palms, the cold light flickered, and the two heads rose to the sky. Take advantage of the situation to block the hidden weapons in the sky.

Two black-clothed people protruded in the snow, Chang Zhizhen turned around in mid-air, Emei stabbed left and right into their chests, and then hung upside down with a golden hook, kicking the two out of the air, and he flew backwards with his strength.

All the actions are done in one go, and non-second-grade martial artists can't do it.

The man in black on the roof smiled coldly, let go of his hand slightly, and the tin staff suddenly broke through the barrier of space with an indescribable momentum, and came to Chang Zhizhen in the blink of an eye.

Chang Zhizhen only had time to ramp the Emei thorn grid, and Pei Ran's strength broke through his body surface, and his internal organs were instantly shattered. He flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and then fell down the road a dozen paces away, where there were already two corpses, and they were the two trappers.

He vomited blood in a big gulp, and soon his body was red with blood. But he didn't give up, vomiting blood, while crawling to the house next to the road, as if he wanted to ask for help.

His eyes were fixed on the brass ring on the door, and he used all his strength to grasp it, but unfortunately he lost his strength halfway, and his body slipped softly, and his hand scratched on the white red paper on the door,—— last year's old "Fu" sticker - drew a long bloody handprint.

He fell under the door, his eyes gradually becoming blank, "Bao'er, Yuejiao, I'm sorry......"

A man in black ran over, sidetracked his pulse, got up and said, "My lord, he's dead." What to do with this family?"

"Kill them all. ”

……

The next day, after the morning pilgrimage.

In the long entrance hall of Dali Temple, Yan Li faced the cases piled up like a hill, and only felt that his head was as big as a bucket. sighed, and reluctantly opened an official document, which was written about the case of a gentry's concubine colluding with an adulterer to kill her husband in a small county town in Jiangling.

The meaning of capital punishment here is death, and the difference is in how to die. Like this, those who do not abide by women's morals generally die more miserable.

However, the gentry's concubine did not admit it, and sued the county official and the gentry's younger brother to unite to frame her, and the county official was accused, and the state government could not judge itself, so the case was transmitted to Dali Temple, which was decided.

At this time, if Dali Temple can't make a decision, it will send someone down to investigate.

However, Yan Li knew at a glance that the concubine was lying, if the county official was that kind of person, she would have no way to appeal, let alone let Dali Temple come to "refute according to the law" and "push the court".

In addition to the local, there are also Jing Zhaoyin, all the cases of conviction above exile, Yan Li's duty is to examine the facts of the cases one by one, avoid unjust, false and wrongful cases, and then give a conviction; if it is a capital punishment, it must also be sent to Zhongshu Province, and the emperor will make a judgment, and Dali Siqing can only give suggestions.

These are the daily work of Yanli.

In less than half a cup of tea, he was already starting to get bored.

Just thinking about finding a way to get rid of these trivial matters, Zhao Qiping walked in, hugged his fists and said, "My lord, Lord Fang asks to see you." ”

"Which Lord Fang?" Yan Li said lazily.

"Lord Fang, Lang Fang. Zhao Qiping said.

Yan Li suddenly smiled: "Oh, it's the idiot woman's father, let him in." ”

Fang Xianhuai bowed to Yan Li when he entered the door, and then said, "Lord Yan, please save my daughter!"

PS: There is one more chapter.