There is a drum at the entrance of Jingzhao Mansion, imitating the rules of the imperial court to listen to the drum: where the drum rings three times, there must be grievances, even in the middle of the night, Jingzhao Yin must be promoted immediately.

But Jing Zhaoyin is also a mortal, and when he is woken up before dawn, he has to get up a little angry, so he shouts left and right as soon as he goes to the court: "Take the person who complained, and beat him with thirty canes first!" ”

"Great, my lord," the official stammered slightly, "they are suing the Prime Minister!" ”

Jing Zhaoyin's fingers trembling around his beard, he took a hissed breath, and then became furious: "What's wrong with the Prime Minister's Mansion?" If you sue the Prime Minister's Mansion, you can't fight - huh?! ”

The lanterns and candles in the hall were lit one after another, and the complainant's face was clear in front of everyone, and Jing Zhaoyin, who was used to seeing the wind and waves, couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"Who's in the hall?!" It took him some effort to stabilize his mind, and he looked directly at the thin and pale girl with a straight back, and secretly called the evil door in his heart.

He must have seen it wrong, this little girl was obviously looking up at him, why did her expression seem to be condescending...... At that moment, he almost thought that this was the Golden Palace, and that it was the emperor or the king of Qingping standing opposite!

Fortunately, she's just a little girl after all. Jing Zhaoyin calmed down, coughed, flicked his sleeves and sat up straight.

The girl in the hall did not kneel down and kowtow, raised her chin and looked at him coldly, and said: "I am the daughter of Liu Zhenxiaoyan, the editor of the Hanlin Academy, and I sued the Prime Minister for being forced to marry and kill people to vent my anger. If you don't say a word, you're going to beat me, could it be that you're a raccoon dog with a thief? ”

"Bold!" The officials next to him were furious and roared in unison.

The house slaves who accompanied the complainant immediately gathered around, protected the girl in the middle, and yelled back with a straight neck: "Don't be rude to my young lady!" ”

Jing Zhaoyin raised his hand to stop the angry officials, and looked at the people in the hall, still a little incredulous: "You are the Miss Liu?" Are you going to sue the Yue family? Can there be witnesses? ”

"There are no witnesses, there are physical evidence." Liu Wencian stretched out his hand and pointed outside.

The little guy outside the door immediately lifted the dying man up, threw him on the ground, and kicked him.

Jing Zhao Yin's eyebrows twitched.

This is, physical evidence?

Liu Wencia made a look, and the servant woman Wang Pozi said for her: "This slave tried to sneak into our young lady's yard at night to kill people, but fortunately, the young lady was prepared to escape by luck, please be careful!" ”

Another servant held a few triangular darts and presented: "My lord, this is also physical evidence!" This thief is planning to use this to kill my young lady! Thanks to my young lady's precautions, otherwise the corpse would have rotted at this time! It's poisonous! ”

Jing Zhaoyin's hand, which was originally about to receive physical evidence, trembled back, and hurriedly motioned for the official to put it on the table, took a hard look, and asked after a while: "Are you sure he wants to kill you, not you?" ”

No wonder he didn't believe it, no matter how he looked at it, this Miss Liu didn't look like a bitter master, but the appearance of this "murderer...... It's too miserable!

Liu Wencian followed his gaze and saw the man's face clearly for the first time:

Not only is the contour angular and the facial features just right, but more importantly, the chin and temples are white and delicate, like clotted fat...... Are the guards or servants of the Yue family born so well?

She was wondering to herself here, when a servant next to her suddenly looked frightened and jumped up: "He, he...... Isn't he Qi Liulang?! ”

"Which Qi Liulang?" Several people next to him asked in unison.

Everyone knows that there is only one person who is called "Qi Liulang" on the border of Kyoto, that is the sixth son of the Yongping Marquis Mansion, and Yue Saburo is known as a young talent of Shuangbi, Qi Yue Qi Changsheng.

How could it be him?!

Jing Zhaoyin quickly ran out from behind the table, squatted down and pinched the face of the "physical evidence" and examined it carefully, patting his thighs and jumping up: "What are you doing in a daze?" Doctor, please! Hurry up and ask for a doctor!! ”

There was chaos in the hall.

Mrs. Wang quietly slipped to Liu Wenciao's side, worried: "Miss, are we in trouble?" ”

Trouble?

Liu Wencian looked at the face of the "physical evidence" that was ruined by muddy water and frostbite, and narrowed his eyes: "Are we in trouble, or is this Sixth Prince Qi in trouble?" ”

The noble son of the high door, who raised the body of a person, appeared on the wall of a strange woman in the middle of the night in the wind and snow-a woman who was rumored to have an affair with Yue Saburo, this matter is really interesting!

Liu Wencian shook his hand, found a small stool and sat down, looked at Jing Zhaoyin, who was in a lawsuit, and said: "Adults don't have to worry about it, people are alive, and you can wake up by pouring a basin of cold water." ”