Jiaohua

Chapter 722 A Man and a Woman (Part Two)

The next day was still rainy.

Before the hour of the hour, nearly a hundred large ships came mightily on the river.

The shopkeeper's hand was standing at the door, and dozens of people in the neighborhood were watching the big boats.

On the pier, the handymen and hard workers are ready to start work as soon as the big ship docks.

The two women who came back from buying vegetables saw the men by the river and came up to find the husband in the crowd. By the way, they talked about what happened on the Long Street of Fireworks last night.

Two people died, one on the roof and one in the house.

On the roof is the man in black, and in the house is a whore.

Whores are dying every day, they feel worthless.

But the man in black had something to say, and everyone was attracted to him for a while.

"A man and a woman ran away," the woman lowered her voice, "The people from the government are arresting them. I heard that they are from Emperor Tian Ding's side, that is Song Zhiyi!"

The shopkeeper's wife Ding just came out of the side door of the inn, when she heard the sound, her ears were pricked up.

Those words that she couldn't hear before, the words "one man and one woman ran away", entered her ears, as well as the latter sentence, the people from the government are arresting.

"A man and a woman..." She muttered in a low voice, and looked up to the upstairs of the inn.

"And there are rewards, but we are illiterate and can't read. To offer a reward, you have to go to the notice board at the entrance of Jinfufang to see it!"

"By the way, I heard that a little girl ran away. The little girl seemed to have grown wings, and seemed to be able to fly, jumping up and down..."

Ding couldn't listen to the following words.

A man and a woman, Song Zhiyi's people, and a reward.

This man and a woman came last night, and the girl has the accent of Yong'an, Yong'an used to be the capital of Dagan, and now it is the capital of Daping Dynasty, since Yong'an came, maybe she is from Song Zhiyi.

Regardless of whether it was a man and a woman who came last night, she felt that she needed to go to the government to say something, after all, they were foreigners.

Thinking about it, she turned around and went back, ready to change into simple clothes and go to the street.

The topic brought by the two women was discussed for a while, and everyone's eyes turned back to the big boats coming against the wind on the river.

Today's scale is larger than that of the previous few days. On dozens of ships, what they saw were not boxes of goods, but soldiers in armor and tassels.

The banners fluttered in the wind of the river, and the tall soldiers lined up neatly and vertically.

The voice of the people talking on the shore gradually became weaker, and more and more people came to the riverside. Everyone looked at the soldiers and did not dare to speak loudly.

Upstairs in the inn, Zhi Changle's door and window were opened a small crack.

He was watching too, but only quietly.

One after another big ships passed by, and the river wind blew through the whole world, Zhi Changle suddenly felt a little sad.

The most glorious moment for a soldier, apart from returning from victory, is standing upright without anger, attracting the attention and awe of thousands of people.

Zhi Changle felt nostalgic, but also somewhat disgusted and repelled.

At this moment alone, he can understand why many men are warlike and easy to conquer.

But fighting, after all, is not a good thing.

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Tian Dayao was a fierce man, he was strict with the subordinate army, he tortured a lot, and he was good at killing.

This tough style seriously affected all the cities that Tian Dayao captured.

After Cheng Miaode's body was sent to the government, the government posted a notice and dismembered him at the same time.

It is an old tradition of "Tian Dayaos" to hang people's heads high in the market.

Ding walked a long way to the gate of Jinfufang, and after reading the notice, she realized that the people beside her were pointing.She followed their directions and saw the human head in the distance. She was so frightened that she hurriedly prayed with both hands, chanting about the gods and deeds, all ghosts fled, the house was safe, and there was no evil.

At this time, there was a burst of crying.

Not only Ding, but everyone around him surrounded him.

The one crying loudly was a sixteen-year-old girl, kneeling on the ground, begging the master of the official yamen to decide.

Beside her was a corpse covered with a white cloth.

Behind her was a slightly older woman who was pulling her, beating and scolding her while pulling her. It seemed to be her mother.

"Ms. Jingyun Pavilion Xinyu who died last night was her own sister!" someone whispered.

"Looking at the appearance of the family members, they are quite innocent. How can they be prostitutes?"

"That's right, if you die, you die. How dare you make trouble? With the current situation, can this kind of thing come to the fore?"

Listening to what they were saying, Mrs. Ding couldn't help interjecting: "Be quick to be a bitch and get money, I don't even understand this!"

Someone who seemed to be able to call the shots came out of the official office.

Seeing this, the older woman became even more anxious, desperately pulling the crying girl on the ground to leave.

The girl refused to leave, so the woman beat her up and down, until her clothes were deformed.

"Master Qingtian, make the decision for me, for my sister!" The girl endured the pain, cried and knelt forward.

Only a secretary came out. Seeing more and more people watching, he waved at the side yamen servants, signaling to quickly carry the corpse in, and bring the people in as well.

The old woman resisted, saying repeatedly that she didn't want to cause trouble to the official, so she left.

The yamen servants next to her felt agitated, so they tore her away and threw her to the ground.

"If you don't want to come in, don't come in!" A yamen servant shouted, and he and his companion lifted the stretcher on which the corpse was lying.

The girl followed Si Lu into the yamen, and Si Lu threw her and the body in the lobby and went to work behind.

There are not many yamen guards in the lobby, and they are not standing guard solemnly, but sitting on the sidelines and talking idlely.

The girl knelt beside the corpse, waiting and waiting, but nothing.

She looked at a yamen guard: "The official..."

The yamen guards seemed to be unable to hear, and continued to talk to their companions.

"Master!" The girl raised her voice.

Several yamen guards finally reacted, but they just glanced at her, then ignored her and continued talking as usual.

Half an hour later, the girl moved her numb legs and looked at the Yawei who was passing the time.

What was more numb than her legs was her expression.

Slowing down, she looked down at the corpse beside her, her eyes swollen from crying.

At this time, there was movement outside the gate of the official office.

The girl didn't even have the thought of turning back.

When the idle guards heard the movement, they all stood up and ran towards the door.

"Hey," a middle-aged man's voice sounded, "What is this for?"

"Sir, she's here to complain." A yamen guard said, at the same time briefly explaining her situation.

"Cry for injustice, what about Chen Yongming?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Master Chen is very busy these days..." Yawei replied.

The middle-aged man nodded and walked towards the lobby.

The yamen guards hurriedly followed.

"Girl," the middle-aged man said gently, "tell me slowly, I can make decisions for you."

The girl raised her head, and the middle-aged man's eyebrows and eyes were docile, his nose bridge was slightly collapsed, and there was a smile on the corner of his lips.

The girl moved her lips, and subconsciously asked in a hoarse voice: "My lord is..."

"A surname is Xin, and a single name is Shun." The middle-aged man smiled.

"Lord Xin Shun," the girl kowtowed immediately, "Please, sir, make the decision for me!"

(End of this chapter)