Saint of the Confucian way

The Pearl of the night shines on the court. The father and son of the old family got the "humble room inscription" and left with a smile.

Magistrate Qin talked softly with Zhao Hongzhuang.

The Yamen servants on one side are countless times more nervous than usual.

Although the capital is a government, it is actually equivalent to a state. Magistrate Qin is not an ordinary magistrate of the five grades, but a magistrate of the three grades. He even has the same title of "cabinet walking" as Fang Yun. Moreover, successive governors of the capital will eventually become "cabinet counsellors", and there is a great opportunity to become one of the four phases.

These big people tried the case in the middle of the night. Each yamen took out a hundred times more spirit than usual, but I didn't expect the case to end so soon.

As soon as the case was over, Wang Zhengying's eyes changed greatly. The whole person seemed to collapse. It seemed that he had completed the final goal of life. He had no regrets and could die at any time.

Then, Wang Zhengying squatted slowly on the ground, covered her mouth and tried not to cry, but tears slowly flowed down.

Fang Yun didn't scold him for being worthless, because only those who have loved will understand his sadness.

Whether he is a scholar or a saint.

Fang Yun didn't say anything and looked at Wang Zhengying quietly.

After a long time, Zhao Hongzhuang came over and whispered, "the matter is over. As long as he is sent back to Jiangzhou, no one can harm him anymore."

"HMM." Fang Yun said, walked behind Wang Zhengying, looked, and suddenly raised his leg to Wang Zhengying's ass.

Wang Zhengying was caught off guard, rolled to the ground, and then looked at Fang Yun in confusion.

Fang Yun was dressed in a black robe, put his sleeves on his back waist and walked out with four steps.

"Come with me to the Huang family to propose marriage."

"Ah? Ah! Ah!" Wang Zhengying changed from doubt to surprise, then to joy. Finally, he quickly stood up with a giggle and ran behind Fang Yun.

Three people walked out of the yamen, and Fang Yun and Zhao Hongzhuang got on the bus successively.

Wang Zhengying stood there giggling in a daze.

Fang Yun stood at the door of the car and said, "what are you doing there? Get in the car!"

Wang Zhengying pointed in the opposite direction of the horse's head, smiled and said, "there is the Huang family."

"Nonsense, how do you propose marriage now?" Fang Yunbai glanced at Wang Zhengying.

"Yes..." Wang Zhengying giggled and jumped into the carriage.

Fang Yun's heart moved and said, "don't enter the carriage. Sit in front of the door and reflect on yourself and let the wind blow."

Wang Zhengying was worried and said, "I was arrested today and I was in prison for a long time. I was haggard. I cried again just now. What if I was blown ill?"

"Hum, it's better to be ill! Don't talk nonsense. If you want me to propose a marriage, just blow the wind honestly!" Fang Yun said with a black face.

"OK..." Wang Zhengying was helpless to sit with the coachman and took a deep breath to adjust his mood.

The famous doors in the capital may not be more noble than those in other places, but the famous doors in the capital must be very expensive to buy houses in the inner city.

Unable to buy a house in the inner city of the capital with an inch of land and an inch of gold, we can't buy another house in Yushan. There is no thousand mu of good land in the suburbs of Beijing, and we will never become a famous gate in the capital.

The capital is particularly refreshing in the morning, and the autumn wind blows gently, conveying a trace of coolness.

Two carriages stopped in front of the Huang family.

The car didn't stop steadily. Wang Zhengying couldn't wait to jump out of the carriage. Like last night, he smiled.

Hearing the sound, the door room of the Huang family came out and saw Wang Zhengying, who was haggard and disheveled. He scolded angrily: "get out of the Huang family! The master said, the Huang family will never marry their daughter to a mean person like you! Get out! If you step on this step, I'll have someone break your leg!"

Wang Zhengying's smile stiffened on her face and opened her mouth to refute the porter, but she didn't have the courage to speak after all. She had to turn her head and look at Fang Yun.

Deep feeling, low self-esteem.