Dayong Nu sentenced to death

Chapter 9 An imperial decree, the official reinstatement
The bullock cart directly delivered the coffin to the small courtyard behind the tavern.

The two coffins were placed next to each other and placed in the middle, occupying almost half of the space.

Su Rao gave the coachman some rewards for running errands, and after sending him away, she closed the gate of the yard with her backhand, dropped the wooden peg, and her expression turned cold.

"You two have followed me all the way and haven't shown up yet!"

Before she finished speaking, she flicked her long sleeves, and the extremely fierce wind rolled up the gravel on the ground and slapped it towards the old tree in the southeast corner.

The treetops shook, and two black shadows jumped out separately, falling to the ground with the sound of the trunk breaking.

"Alas? If you have something to say, just say it, don't do it!"

The leaves were mixed with dust and settled, revealing the two figures, the one who spoke was a young man with red lips and white teeth, wearing a lake green robe, holding a sword, looking at her with a smile.

The man standing next to him was dressed in black, with a stern face, without saying a word.

"who are you?"

Su Rao looked at the faces of the two students vigilantly. Both of them were about the same age, with deep and long breaths, and excellent martial arts. Although the patterns and patterns of the clothes were ordinary, they were very particular about the materials and workmanship. The road is not bad.

Look at this dress, it looks like a follower...

Follower?

After thinking about it, her whole body tensed instantly, just as a gust of wind blew across the beam.

The wind gently blows the leaves and grass tips to make rustling sounds, and the sounds of insects are scattered. All the movements are constantly amplified in her ears, and her breathing is getting lighter. Accompanied by this wonderful rhythm, her heartbeat slows down, and she gradually blends in with the surroundings. One...

"There's someone up there!"

She opened her eyes suddenly, and looked towards the roof to the north with a cold light like a blade.

The moonlight pierced through the clouds like a wash, and a little silver light leaked out. The man with wide sleeves and deep clothes stood facing the moon, as if he was aware of her gaze, and looked back indifferently.

That face was shone in the shadow of the moon, her skin was whiter than snow, full of moisture, her eyebrows slanted into her temples like a distant daisy, her bright autumn eyes shone, her slightly pursed thin lips were light and light in color, matching the cold and firm lines of her face , Outline and describe the stunning scenery.

Qiongshan Yushu, the posture of a fairy!
Su Rao's heart was so firm that she was breathless for a moment, and then suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of crisis in her heart - to be able to get so close without her noticing, this man's martial arts are unfathomable!

Just thinking about it, a flower suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.

"What about people?"

Su Rao's heart was full of alarm bells, she kicked her toes on the ground suddenly, and her figure instantly retreated several meters.

When she looked up again, the man had already appeared not far in front of her.

The corners of the wide-sleeved robe flowed under his feet like a pile of clouds, the breeze blew past, the waist and limbs swayed with dark silver lotus patterns on the rolling clothes, and there seemed to be a little lotus fragrance in a trance.

"Son!"

Both of them greeted him in unison.

Su Rao looked at him vigilantly, and said calmly, "I don't know what your Excellency wants to do when you come here at night?"

"Girl, don't be nervous."

The man opened his mouth slowly, his voice was as cold as a spring, but there was a kind of lingering tenderness between his lips and teeth, "Xia Yanyun, I am here to go south by order, and I came here just for Master Su, and there is no malice."

Yan Yun...

Su Rao raised her eyebrows in rare surprise.

The Yan family is the head of the Dayong family. In this vast and vast land, it has a weight and status that can rival the royal family. It is a truly prosperous and dignified celebrity family.

There is a folk saying that describes it like this, "One family with two titles", the Tao is full of the glory of the family, and the second half of the sentence "Competing for the young man" refers to the one standing in front of her!

The eldest grandson of the Duke of Zhen, the only son of Prince Yuanzheng, Yan Yun!
It is said that he wrote poems at the age of three, wrote Fu at the age of five, defeated General Yelurong in the sand table at the age of eight, and defeated the national player Jiang Tao at the age of ten, winning the name of child prodigy.

Afterwards, the plan was defeated and left Xinjiang, the Great Qiang was recovered, the army and horses were improved, and the new rice policy was implemented. A piece of "Qujiang Water Conservancy Governance" was written to calm down the successive floods in the south of the Yangtze River...

As a young man, he entered the East Palace to study with him, and was granted the privilege of walking in front of the imperial court by His Majesty, and also held the post of Minister of Dali Temple.

The imperial favorite, the limelight is second to none.

Her reputation is so great that she grew up in a remote place like Huanhua County.

The person in front of him is noble and elegant, and he is worthy of being the Yan family's son with the smoky look in the rumors, but this alone still makes people feel uneasy.

"You said you came by decree, what about the imperial decree?"

Su Rao looked at him and asked softly.

Yan Yun had expected that she would be vigilant and would not be credulous, so she winked at Qi Chi, who knowingly took out a sealed box from her chest and handed it to her with a token.

"Although this decree came a bit late, it is somewhat of a relief to Mr. Su."

Su Rao didn't make a sound, and glanced at the dark black iron token, the word'word' was engraved between the complicated lines, it was stamped by the government, it was undoubtedly genuine, she didn't pick it up, and opened the box instead, He took out Zhang Ming's yellow cloth and glanced at it roughly.

"There was an injustice in the old case, and the official was reinstated..."

She focused her eyes on those few short sentences, chewing those words back and forth, the blood in her body was scorching hot for an instant, and then fell into a bone-chilling cold, which made her fingertips feel chilly.

Royal pen Zhu Zhu, the emperor's seal.

A piece of cloth weighs a thousand catties.

In a trance, those words began to become distorted, distorted into lines, and finally slowly condensed into faces. Familiar and unfamiliar, they had hideous faces and yelled at each other.

"Is this kind of guy worthy of being an official? Did he take money to kill someone intentionally?"

"Why do you want to be judged with a stylus pen and have a breeze in one sleeve? Pooh, this kind of person deserves to die, earning money from the government and eating steamed buns made of human blood."

"Do you know? It's her. I heard that her father was dismissed after killing him. If I had known today, why bother!"

"When I knew that I was from the same town as him, I was so ashamed that my face burned. What a rat droppings ruined a pot of soup!"

"Murderer, old beggar, dead wife, no one loves..."

Laughter came from distant time and space, accompanied by those heartbreaking sounds of vomiting blood, covering her ears with both hands, and protecting her in his arms.

"Ah Rao, don't blame them, it's all Dad's fault."

"It's just that Ah Rao has suffered from me..."

Stomach cramps and nausea surged up like waves, one wave after another, flowing straight down the throat, and the scalp was almost terribly tight, numb, like needle pricks.

She resisted all abnormalities, suppressed the slight tremor in her voice, and said in a low voice: "After 18 years, the old case suddenly came to light, and the criminal minister was suddenly reinstated. What is the reason for this, please enlighten me, Your Majesty."

The court hall is as deep as the sea, and loyal and good ministers are buried.

With so many people complaining of injustice and hatred, has anyone seen someone over half a hundred years old who returned to his post and returned to his post?

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

The woman's eyes were as bright and clear as the moonlight, full of anger, sadness, and a bit of sharp thorns and hatred. Yan Yun's heart lake, which was always as calm as a dry well, had little ripples because of this look.

This girl is really shrewd and terrifying!
He thought over and over again, and replied: "The officials who framed Mr. Su are still in prison awaiting trial..."

"Pending?"

Su Rao's thoughts were spinning, and she understood the implication in an instant, "The emperor's edict has been issued, my father has been wronged, but he is still awaiting trial in prison. What do you want to try, and who is it? My father?"

(End of this chapter)