The sound kept ringing, and it sounded more real on the street. The whole street was not aware of what was going on, and they either stopped or went out, all looking at the place where the sound came from.

Someone asked, "What is this sound?" Isn't it thunder in winter? ”

Another person replied, "Look up at this day, the sun is so high, where does the thunder come from?" Aren't your eyes a decoration? ”

The man was not annoyed, but still smiled and asked, "If it is not thunder, why is it not a hundred plays?" If it wasn't a dragon dance? ”

The shopkeeper of Shangyuan Pavilion Restaurant was also alarmed by this voice at this time, and when he came out of the door, he opened one, and replied casually: "This is not a hundred plays, that direction is Ande Fang." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent.

Andefang is not a good place, the Metropolitan Procuratorate, Dali Temple and the Criminal Department are all here. Therefore, it is located in the west of the city, which is the heaviest place in the entire Jinling City, and these three law divisions are doing the business of arresting people and cutting off their heads, so the government offices are all set up here.

The young man from the Meifang Pavilion remembered at this time, slapped his palm on his thigh, and said loudly: "I know, this is the Dengwen drum outside Dali Temple." This is someone beating a drum and crying out grievances! ”

As soon as these words came out, the people on the whole street were stunned, and then there was a burst of excitement.

This must be a great grievance, otherwise who will beat the drum?

Dengwen drums are not so easy to beat. After the person who complained about his grievances entered the Dali Temple, he had to eat a meal before passing the hall. It is said that it is absolutely impossible to be beaten with a stick and not lie down for a month. If you are weak, you are afraid that you can go to half your life.

If you dare to beat the drum, it means that this bitter master must have great grievances. If you don't get a kick in this kind of excitement. That would be in vain to be called a Jinling person.

For a while, half of the sky on Suzaku Street went down, and the people who bought New Year's goods ran away, and said straightly, "I will buy New Year's goods when I come back, but there is no store in this village." The young man also opened his mouth and smacked his neck to look, wishing that he could stretch his legs over, and was knocked on the head by a bamboo board from the shopkeeper, and then he muttered and went back to work.

The shopkeeper was actually very annoyed. It has been many years since anyone beat the drums, and this excitement must be beautiful. It's a pity that he wants to open a store to do business, so he can only look at the street and sigh.

In front of the Dali Temple in Andefang, Fu Jun was dressed in plain clothes. Waist hanging green belt. I am beating the drum again and again.

Behind her, Mother Shen, Shijiang and the others all stood solemnly, and Qingwu and Qingman were carrying something, which was covered with a crimson flannel. This is also the only bright spot in their group.

Many people have gathered in front of the door of Dali Temple. They craned their necks and opened their eyes wide. Looking at the girl playing the drum.

Although he was dressed in plain clothes. There was no hairpin, but the curtain on the girl's head and the behavior of the group of subordinates behind her all showed that this girl was not an ordinary civilian. It's a noble woman.

For a while, everyone turned their heads to each other, and there was excitement in the suppressed discussions.

This is really a big scene, the noble lady of the high gate beats the drum and shouts grievances, and everyone can't wait to see this girl log into the lobby and eat a killing rod. Many people have never seen a noble person when they are so old, but today is good, not only can they see it, but they may also see the body of a noble girl.

Someone in the crowd couldn't help but shout: "Why should the little lady complain, just come to find my brother." The little lady who passed the hall couldn't afford to eat it. ”

His words were extremely obscene, and the meaning of his words was extremely obscene, and some people in the crowd laughed strangely.

Mother Shen trembled with anger, and Shi Jiang on the side also turned white, but Fu Jun was completely unmoved, still beating the drum one by one, and there was a cold air all over her body.

Before the thug could say anything, he suddenly felt a numb in the back of his neck, and his voice suddenly stuck in his throat. Then, an extremely cold voice sounded: "If there is any more nonsense, don't blame my brother for having black hands." ”

Everyone followed the sound, and then they found that at some point, several soldiers wearing leather armor and carrying waist knives squeezed out of the crowd and gathered around the drum, protecting the girl who was beating the drum and her servant in the middle.

Those who had some insight immediately recognized that the armor worn by these people was not something that ordinary guards could wear. That's the uniform color of the five military camps!

Everyone was silent for a while, and the little gangster who had just spoken was so frightened that his face changed slightly, and he didn't dare to say a word.

But I saw a black-faced man in this group of soldiers and said: "I want to teach you folks to know that we are all soldiers, and our families are in the northwest." Some time ago, my hometown was hit by a disaster, and there were still people in the village who were dying of hunger, and I couldn't survive this winter. Fortunately, with the charity foundation, we sent food and clothing for the winter, and my family and I survived. My brother doesn't know about other people, we only know that Miss Fu Si even donated the dowry and silver, just to save us poor people. Folks, let's talk about this kind of kindness, we may forget? Should you forget? ”

His voice was rough and high-pitched, and the people around him listened quietly, and this voice was mixed with the sound of drums, and it was inaudible deafening.

"I'm a rough man, there's nothing we can do, and I don't dare to be ungrateful. I heard that Miss Fu was beating drums and shouting grievances here, and we vowed to protect here. If there is another mouth full of feces, don't blame me for being ruthless under the knife! As he spoke, he jerked out his waist knife and slashed it in the air.

The blade of the broadsword slashed through the air, making a sharp "whoosh" and terrifying momentum.

Everyone was shocked, and the bastard who was talking nonsense couldn't help but touch his neck, and he was already scared into a cold sweat.

Only then did everyone know that the person who beat the drum and voiced the grievances was actually the famous four daughters of the Fu family. The name of "Great Filial Piety" of "Tanhua Girl History" has spread not only to people in the capital, but also to other provinces.

Those who originally had the mentality of watching the excitement have more than half of their minds put away at this time. Not to mention anything else, the four daughters of the Fu family donated all the dowries left by their deceased mothers to help the poor, and they have been called "chivalrous women" in the community.

Such a noble girl is the only one in the entire Han Dynasty. Although everyone has different opinions about her various behaviors, at least one thing is the same, that is: this noble lady deserves respect.

The chatter behind him gradually began to sound again. Everyone is quietly speculating, I don't know what kind of grievances this famous talented woman and chivalrous woman has, and she still has to come to Dali Temple to beat the drum and voice the grievances.

Fu Jun turned his gaze to the Dali Temple in front of him. The light of the two tall black lacquer doors can be seen, the fierce beast in front of the door is majestic, and even the bronze beast on the knocker is also fierce.

This is the Supreme Court of the Han Dynasty.

Today, this is Fu Jun's battlefield, and she is going to face off against the so-called "nobleman"!

"Babbling" a few times, the main gate of Dali Temple finally opened slowly.

Fu Jun put down the drumstick and walked slowly to the front of the gate. At this time, a column of sword and axe hands, flag officers, soap officials, and so on came out one after another. The soap men held vermilion lacquer torture sticks in their hands, and before the procession was lined up, they struck the ground with their sticks, and the scene was solemn. (To be continued.) )