September is destined to be an extraordinary January.

It was just dawn, and before the rooster crowed, there were a group of beggars standing outside Jing Zhaoyin's mansion, neatly arranged in three columns, and lined up at the bottom of the stairs.

Jing Ming stood at the forefront, standing alone in a row, holding the mallet in both hands, one by one, hitting the drum heavily, sweat wet his collar, he still gritted his teeth and did not remove any strength.

Dawn has not yet faded, it is the quietest time of the day, and the sound of drumming spreads through every corner of Kyoto, without discipline and rhythm, disturbing people's dreams.

Someone opened the window in his bedclothes and looked outside, and found that it was a bunch of small beggars who were not eye-catching.

"Knock on what knock, early in the morning, I want to play somewhere else."

Cursing, he turned around and went to sleep again.

Before he could lie down, the beat of the drums came again, and this time it was not just him, but everyone around him stood by the window in their bedclothes, looking at the little beggars with curiosity and resentment.

An old man who was carrying a burden to buy bean curd passed by and asked, "Little baby, what are you doing?" This one can't be knocked out. ”

A child standing in the line looked at him, his eyes fell on the flat shoulder, full of longing, "Grandpa, we have to report to the official and catch the bad guys." ”

"Yo, catch some bad guys, go back, go back!" As he spoke, he left with the flat shoulder again, Xu is grandson is about the same age as him, and he advised, "Where did the beggar get justice, go back quickly, and wait for the next person to come out and be beaten." ”

Didn't you?

He looked at the man standing in front of the door and beating the drum, his black and white eyes were full of doubt, and when he saw the sweat sliding into his eyes, his hands did not stop, struggling, and he was still beating the drum with his eyes closed.

Fair? Yes!

Brother Seventeen said that this is no longer the world of those bad people, he, Brother Jingming, Sister Yiren, His Royal Highness the Prince, and Brother An will protect them.

Fair? Yes!

More and more people gathered in front of Jing Zhaoyin's door, and the attic was full of people, staring curiously at the pile of little beggars below, gossiping, pointing, ridiculing, and persuading, but no one asked them why they were drumming.

Wang Rong heard the news and hurried from the mansion, and saw a bunch of little beggars sitting crookedly in front of the mansion yamen, only a neatly dressed child with a soaked chest standing on the steps, he recognized this person, he was Jingming who had no study.

The people below came to report that there were a bunch of little beggars making trouble outside the house, and there were too many people who gathered later, and the officials couldn't suppress it, so they invited Wang Rong over in desperation.

Wang Rong is an official and clear, but he has no background, even if he is decent, the powerful people dare not offend, and he will not ignore the people below, in the eyes of the people, he is still a good official.

Wang Rong straightened the official hat on his head, squeezed through the crowd, glanced around a bunch of people, and finally landed on Jingming, "Do you know what kind of place this is?" This drum cannot be beaten casually, only those who have grievances can be beaten. ”

"I have no grievances, but others do."

Wang Rong didn't know how to answer this, so he replied, "Who?" ”

"Beggars."

Everyone followed Wang Rong's gaze and fell on the pile of beggars, the beggars were dirty, their clothes did not look like clothes, and their eyes were full of cleverness.

Wang Rong looked at these little beggars, and the little beggars also looked at him, but he didn't see anything famous, it was obviously a very serious matter, and the scene was so funny and funny.

"Who?"

"Dead, in the ground."

When Wang Rong heard this, he almost flashed the root of his tongue, and asked again uncertainly, his front teeth leaked, "What's wrong, what's wrong?" He, he, he, where is he? ”

Jing Ming's face was expressionless, "It's dead, in the ground." ”

Wang Rong swallowed a mouthful of broken teeth into his stomach, and the people saw their parents and officials pursing their mouths, pacing at the door, looking at the pile of little beggars for a while, looking at the people for a while, and pointing at Jingming with his finger for a while, obviously forgetting that this was at the door of the government office, and they could handle cases in the hall, so that the people could see the ground more clearly.

Wang Rong thought about it for a long time, and suddenly thought of something, and stopped in front of Jing Ming with a sudden brake, his hands on his shoulders, "Who are you going to sue?" ”

In this way, it is much clearer.

Jing Ming didn't think about it, and didn't even blink his eyes, "The Ministry of Rites is still a book." ”

Wang Rong didn't know if his hands were slipping or his feet were slipping, and the smoke slipped to the ground.

When he stood up again, he had the same expression of disbelief just now, thinking that he had misheard, and his eyes were full of shock, "Who?" ”

"Hu Hansheng, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites."

Hearing the same answer, Wang Rong almost couldn't stand again, one hand on his waist, the other on his forehead, "What are you suing him?" ”

He thought that the fact that a beggar told the Ministry of Rites was surprising enough, and he never thought that this was just the beginning.

Jing Ming saw that his feet were floating and he was unsteady, so he deliberately waited for him to calm down a little before saying, "Abuse, child, private prisoner." ”

No matter how steady Wang Rong stood firmly, he still didn't use his critical hit, he took two steps back directly, and fortunately handed it to the wall, otherwise, the dignified Lord Jing Zhao Yin Mansion was weak in the street at the gate of the mansion, and he thought about something.

As soon as Jing Ming's words came out, the people began to boil, some of the people who originally agreed with Hu Hansheng's faction, some doubted, some did not believe, they were a little shocked, and they scolded, and the faction that did not agree with Hu Hansheng seemed to have gotten some great good thing, found a gap, and scolded people unbearably.

On the contrary, a small beggar was surrounded in the middle, contented, unaffected in the slightest, and looked at the crowd curiously with big eyes.

The scene was very chaotic for a while, and even worse, someone upstairs threw vegetables and leaves down, if it weren't for the official mission to maintain basic order, I am afraid that there would be a fight on the spot.

Wang Rong calmed down for a while before he came to his senses, snatched the mallet from Jing Ming's hand, and struck it on the drum, completely forgetting that the drum he just said could only be beaten by those who have been wronged.

"Don't make any noise, don't make any noise, shut up!"

When the crowd heard the sound of the drums, which was like a bell, they fell silent, and the long street that had just been noisy suddenly became silent, and only the passing dogs barked twice in this direction, and then turned and ran away.

Wang Rong saw that everyone's eyes were focused on him, and he panicked even more, he was not so nervous when he met the emperor for the first time, his chin trembled, pointed to the pile of little beggars, and stumbled, "All, all, all go in, outside, like, what does it look like?" ”

Because his hands were a little shaky, and the position of his fingers was a little off, the little guy looked at the tree he was referring to, and subconsciously asked, "Who?" ”

Wang Rong's leg that stepped into the threshold was withdrawn again, and he kicked him, "Also, who else can there be, these children, no, no, no meals, early in the morning, early." ”

When did the adults in his family have this stuttering problem?

So a group of beggars followed Wang Rong to live, lined up neatly, and stepped in turn.

The people were still watching, and when the officials saw this, they had to go in and ask for instructions, so that they could come back after dinner, and when the interrogation began, they would ring two gongs at the door, and after hearing the sound of the chatter, they could come and see the trial hall.

After the people heard this, they dispersed, and even threw a handful of melon seed shells upstairs.

The trial court has reached this point, and it is the first time I have seen it, and I have never heard of notifying everyone to come and watch the play before the interrogation.

Unusual!