"The imperial court issued an edict, and our Master Huang went to Nanjing to count the yellow books, and he didn't say when he would be able to return to Songjiang."

The next day, in front of the Songjiang Mansion, Menzi politely told Zheng Haizhu.

Zheng Haizhu said in his heart, it's really unfortunate.

Originally, with a little personal relationship, it was okay to say hello to Huang Zunsu and ask. But in front of Lord Zhuang, he doesn't have such a big face now.

Even if Lord Zhuang remembered that he was a grass man who had earned the glory of suppressing bandits for Songjiang, after all, the trial had not yet started in Shanghai County, and he took the son of a gentleman from another province to ask for a meeting so recklessly, wouldn't it mean to imply that the lawsuit under the jurisdiction of Songjiang Mansion was not clear?

Zhang Dai saw that Zheng Haizhu did not hide his embarrassment and frustration, and hurriedly said: "I am already grateful to the girl, the girl will go back to the house first, and then go to Shanghai County to have a look today." ”

Zheng Haizhu cheered up and said: "If Zhang Gongzi doesn't think I'm in the way, I also want to go and see the situation around the nunnery." ”

Zhang Dai was willing to be accompanied by this enthusiastic and shrewd "local snake", at least with a local accent when he opened his mouth to ask questions, so he happily hired a carriage and galloped to Shanghai County in less than half an hour.

As soon as I walked through the river, I heard the person who looked like the husband's son shouting happily: "The nun is being judged, the county lord is judging the nun, go and see it." ”

Both of them were shocked, the county government handled the case so stubbornly?

When the crowd came to the entrance of the yamen, the hall had already been ascended.

"Big brother, Miss Zheng!"

A brightly dressed young man rushed to him, it was Zhang Yanke.

Zhang Yanke ran out of breath, but it didn't affect the strength to scold: "This fire will start the trial, the one who died, isn't it the brother-in-law of the county master?" ”

As soon as he said that, Ah Gui, the servant who followed him, hurriedly handed over the steaming Songjiang Mansion's special breakfast Ye Xie soft cake.

Zhang Dai looked at his cousin who was gobbling up: "You haven't eaten breakfast yet?" ”

Zhang Yanke said: "You went back to the inn last night to tell Sister He about it, I fell asleep on the third watch, but I didn't sleep well, and then I dreamed that when I changed back to wearing open crotch pants, Sister He told me in shackles that she was leaving, and she couldn't feed me." I woke up, thinking about it, I still rocked a boat to Shanghai County, to see Sister He, I didn't want to just get off the dock, I heard that the county lord wanted to interrogate the nun arrested yesterday. ”

Zhang Dai's eyes moved.

This third brother, Mo said, is in Shanyin, even in the whole Shaoxing, he is also famous for eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling, and the elders sighed when they mentioned this kid behind their backs. Only Zhang Dai is like a mirror in his heart, knowing that the third brother is actually a hard-mouthed and soft-hearted child with great feelings.

Zhang Yanke swallowed the soft cake, looked at the people on the inside and outside, and turned around and said, "Where can I see and hear this, do you want Miss Zheng to sit on my shoulder and watch?" ”

He had already learned from Zhang Dai last night that Zheng Haizhu had visited the prison with a personal face, and he was really grateful to this little woman.

But he was used to being flamboyant, and as soon as he opened his mouth, only the taste of meat was left in his goodwill.

Zheng Haizhu's face was as usual.

She remembered that Zhang Yanke in history, who finally died on the Jiangnan front line against the Qing army, was a bloody man, and today she saw Zhang Yanke's concern for the deceased, and it was really difficult to have a bad feeling for this ancient little gentleman.

Before Zhang Dai reprimanded her younger brother, she picked up Zhang Yanke's words and said lightly: "Yanke Gongzi is polite, don't give me a shoulder, just give me a penny of silver, I'll take you to stand in front and listen." ”

……

Zheng Haizhu was looking for an acquaintance just now, and at this moment, he finally saw Liu Zhutou's young apprentice standing by the door and eating baked cakes, so he hurriedly leaned up and asked with a smile: "Little grandpa, where is your master?" ”

"In the hall, waiting for the county lord to ask."

This little catcher is also a clever one, yesterday he had already determined that the woman in front of him was the God of Wealth, and at this moment he caught a glimpse of a faint silver light in Zheng Haizhu's hand, and hurriedly added: "What is the matter, sister, just tell me?" ”

Zheng Haizhu stuffed silver into him: "Take me and the two sons in to hear the lawsuit, and find a place that is too conspicuous." ”

After squinting at Zhang Dai and Zhang Yanke, Xiao Yu shook the money into his belt, raised the short stick without saying a word, shouted slowly and gently, poked left and right lightly, poked a crack in the crowd that was denser than pigs begging for food, and brought Zheng Haizhu and the Zhang brothers to the side wall of the public hall.

There were still people standing in front and back, and a few of them were still reading people in robes and headscarves, so it seemed that the Zhang brothers, who were also well-dressed, were not so eye-catching.

Zhang Yanke praised from the bottom of his heart: This little girl who my brother brought here, yes, her head is very bright.

After the three of them stood still, their expressions were solemn, and their eyes were set on the hall.

At this time, in the public court, kneeling in front of the blue-robed magistrate's case, in addition to Sister He, there were two other people.

Among them, the one who is talking back to the magistrate is a Huizhou accent, a "my master", and a self-proclaimed servant of the dead Lord Yang, Yang Amo.

According to Yang Amo, after his lord and the nun came and went several times, he wanted to place the nun in another house in Yangzhou, but the nun was unwilling and had to enter the door of the Yang family.

"You talk nonsense!" Sister He turned her head and scolded loudly, "What I discussed with your master is the matter of engraving books. You suddenly made up these things after the head of the family passed by, did you have a part in killing Master Yang? ”

"Smack-", the magistrate knocked on the startled wood and shouted: "Don't roar!" ”

Then he ordered the messenger to show a piece of ink-stained yellow paper to Sister He, and Sen Ran asked: "Prisoner, the poetry note on the deceased's body, the paper is from your nunnery?" But you wrote the words? ”

Sister He leaned forward, and after taking a closer look, she said a few words to Tolerance Chen, who had a straight face and bowed to the magistrate.

The people listening in front of and behind Zheng Haizhu were curious.

"What's written?"

"I guess it's a fragrant word."

"Didn't you say that the dead man was fished out of the river, and the word soaked in water can still be seen clearly?"

"What do you Bai Ding know, the merit books in the monk's temple and the nunnery are all high-quality paper products allocated by the county, and the ink is very thorough, unless the boiling water is boiled, the handwriting fades completely. If you just soak in cold water for a day or two, at most it will be blurry, and you can still see it clearly. ”

When everyone was chattering, they only heard the majesty of the county and said: "The good church will know next week that the convict woman wrote obscene words and gave them to the deceased with the pages of the merit book in the nunnery: the silk blows to the idle courtyard, and the spring is like a thread. ”

Zheng Haizhu was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart, it turned out to be this sentence, and he couldn't help but deflect his gaze.

Seeing that Zhang Dai, who is a senior drama fan, also looked angry and disdainful, and muttered in a low voice: "How is this obscene language, this is the dream in "The Peony Pavilion". ”

Sure enough, Sister He defended without showing weakness in the hall: "Tangzun, this sentence is the original sentence of Tang Gong's "Peony Pavilion". On that day, I discussed with Mr. Yang in the bookstore about the font of the engraved book, because the Song characters are also tall, short, fat and thin, and the book review was written by the young lady of my old master's house, so I naturally proposed to use the slender font. Mr. Yang asked me to write a picture for him to see, and I just received the merit book from the county, so I wrote a sentence to Mr. Yang and asked him to hand it over to the carving workshop. ”