The punishment of the female imperial court

Yu Qiansi took advantage of his strength, jumped up, and landed firmly next to Wang Song. She grabbed his hand and pressed it down with three fingers, lowering her eyes to feel for his pulse.

Seeing the look of disapproval on her eyebrows, Wang Song rarely softened his eyebrows in front of everyone.

"I'm fine."

Although he said this, he did not take back the hand that was clamped by Yu Qiansi.

If she is not allowed to see clearly, it may cause more trouble later.

For a long time, Yu Qiansi pursed her lips tightly and dropped his hand, staring at him: "Do you know that if you continue like this, you will die?"

Wang Song withdrew his hand, the warmth of his three fingers still beating slowly on his pulse.

He turned around and looked at the mess on the long street: "Is someone missing?"

Yu Qiansi said angrily: "Since he is captured alive, his life will not be in danger, and besides, Boyi is still here."

"So, you trapped everyone present here and prevented them from moving around. You wanted to wait for the county government's team to support you and then find an excuse to investigate the case with the Criminal Division?"

Although it is a question, the sound is affirmative. Wang Song looked at the woman beside him and said in a complicated tone: "Ah Si is doing things more and more appropriately now."

When it came to the matter at hand, she temporarily gave up on being a doctor.

How did the person who captured the saint manage to come and go freely among the bustling crowds on the street?

It is better to find clues and then send people to search for traces of the saint than to search everywhere like a headless fly. If there is too much movement, it is easy for others to notice something unusual, and then think of the saint's disappearance, which may lead to chaos.

"How many troops does the young master bring?"

After thinking for a while, he asked again: "Why did you suddenly appear here?"

She never believed that there would be so many coincidences in this world. The Holy Driver, who was supposed to be three days behind them, appeared outside the Seven Buddhas City when the Saint disappeared.

Something must have happened.

The sky was pouring. Wang Song looked at the monks attracted by Wuya Guards on the path beside the long street, and sighed: "The news came the day before yesterday that a group of Imperial Guards was ambushed. The ambushers used all killing moves. . I was worried that this was an attempt to seize the opportunity to attack the east and to attack the west. I was worried that something would go wrong here, so I drove over with a team of men and horses. The holy cavalry accompanied by hundreds of officials was a step behind, but I should have seen the letter from the punishment department just now. Soon It’s about to arrive.”

Although what Wang Song said was extremely jumpy, it only took a moment to figure out all the joints involved.

If the purpose of the ghost in the Imperial Guard was really to kill the saint, wouldn't it be more convenient in the palace? Why go to such trouble to lure the saint out?

The saint laid out the plan and made a careful plan that was frightening and worried that others would assassinate him, just to lure the people behind the scenes to take the bait. If someone really found a team to set up an ambush and fake an assassination, they would probably cover up their true purpose.

A fake assassination would allow the Imperial Guards to relax their vigilance and provide cover for their next actions.

Yu Qiansi was horrified: "In other words, this is all part of the saint's plan. He has already guessed that the other party's purpose is not to assassinate, but to capture him alive?"

After saying these two words, her eyelids twitched, she pressed them with her little finger, and then said: "Young Master, you are right, your Majesty is now..."

Wang Song sighed softly and smiled bitterly: "He kept all of us in the dark. I only thought of this when I received the news three days ago."

Then he rushed over quickly, but he didn't expect it was still a step too late.

Yu Qiansi only felt that the taste was complicated, and her heart was bitter and her body was cold.

How could the majestic king of a country dare to act so boldly and put himself in danger?

Yu Qian was furious: "He knows very well that if you receive the news, he will rush over quickly. He has already forced you once, and now he wants you to run around day and night. Does he want you to die?!" Wang Song patted her shoulder comfortingly. Others would only say "the emperor and his subjects are destined to die" and "the emperor wants his subjects to die", but she was the only one in the world. She put him first in everything, and even the supreme being in the world did not look down on her. .

"Okay, let's settle the matter at hand first. I'll scold him with you until you're happy, okay?"

Seeing that she wanted to speak, Wang Song quickly pointed to the place where she had just jumped over and said: "Master Yu, Cui Shou is about to die."

Yu Qiansi curled her lips and glared at the half-dead Commander Cui in the crowd, and said, "I have checked. There are many and deep injuries, but they have avoided the vital points. At most, there is too much blood loss and he will not die."

But in the end he reluctantly raised his hand, and the Wuya guards on both sides of the street squeezed into the crowd, dragged Cui Shou to the street, and found a doctor to treat him.

Seeing one person leaving the crowd, and the monks from the Seven Buddha City standing aside, the crowd who had been ordered not to move began to make noise again, complaining everywhere, and shouting about unfairness.

Wang Song stood on the carriage, cleared his throat, and said loudly with all his strength: "The Secretary of Punishment has been ordered by the Holy Order to escort the secret treasure to the imperial mausoleum. It is related to the country. Now the secret treasure has been robbed at the ceremony. In order to prevent everyone from being robbed." If it is affected, it is better to wait for a while and wait for the guards to find out before leaving."

After finishing a sentence, cold wind rushed into his throat, forcing him to wheeze and cough continuously, and his face turned a little white.

Hearing the words "Ti Xing Si", someone pointed at Yu Qiansi and shouted in panic: "Jade Rakshasa! She is Jade Rakshasa! She must be the one who caused the Buddhist event to turn into such a purgatory!"

Yu Qiansi tilted her head and chuckled, raising the corners of her lips: "So I'm so famous."

She smiled calmly, her eyes slowly swept over the sad and angry sentient beings at her feet, and landed on the belated monks of the Seven Buddha Temple beside her.

"It's good to know my name, and it will be easier for me to do things."

Wherever the smiling eyes passed, there was a commotion and a thousand layers of uneasiness.

Finally, someone hiding in the crowd had the courage to shout: "Let us go!"

"Yes, we want to go home!"

"Help, my wife, wife and children are seriously injured and dead. You are high officials in the court, so you can't just ignore death!"

Seeing the commotion among the people, the county magistrate stood under the carriage and asked in a panic: "My young master, why don't you ask the officials to take these unruly people away in batches and interrogate them one by one?"

"Amitabha, I feel ashamed, but these injured people are just ordinary believers who accumulate virtue and do good deeds on weekdays. Even if the Buddhist Association is in trouble, it has nothing to do with them. I hope some adults will be compassionate."

The person who spoke was none other than the abbot monk Mingjing of the Seven Buddhas City.

The words were hidden, but he was also secretly blaming someone for bumping into the Buddhist meeting.

Wang Song didn't even look at it, and turned to look at Xiang Yuqiansi: "Just do whatever you want to do."

Yu Qiansi nodded: "Magistrate Yu, I'm not in a hurry to take him away. The masters from Qifu Temple invited everyone to watch such a good show, how can I not give them a return?"

She lifted up her skirt, used the strength to jump into the air, tapped her toes, and stood proudly on the Buddhist altar again.

He was so bold that he almost made the group of monks and believers angry to death.

"Get down, get down quickly."

"It was clearly a golden light that was auspicious, but it turned into a red mist that was a bad omen because of you. You evil ghost Rakshasa, get out of here!"

Yu Qiansi squinted her eyes, as if she was enjoying the people's scoldings. She looked up at the mirror and asked, "May I ask the abbot, what is the prototype of this famous portrait of the Seven Buddhas?"

"Amitabha, as everyone knows, was the former Princess Holy Spirit."