Nangong Hao was reminding the deputy commander that the management of real estate and land was the responsibility of the Ministry of Household Affairs, and it was not the turn of a small commander-in-chief of the Ministry of War to intervene beyond his authority.
Nangong Hao also expected that Nangong Yuanyi's actions today would not be investigated too extensively. Even if it was brought before the Holy Emperor, the Emperor would have a clear idea of what should be dealt with and what should not be dealt with. Even if the Emperor wanted to rectify it, the current The time is not ripe either.
In her previous life, An Xiyue naturally understood Nangong Hao after following him for so many years. He was always thoughtful.
Fang Min raised his head and looked at Nangong Hao, and thought to himself: "What do you mean by this, Fourth Prince? The management of this property, land and pavements is usually a matter of the Ministry of Household Affairs, and Nangong Yuanyi is appointed by the Ministry of War." Fang Min thought about it in his mind, and suddenly became enlightened.
"Xiaguan is just a small deputy commander of the city patrol. The public security jurisdiction of Kyoto is not entirely under the jurisdiction of our west street yamen. The five yamen in the east, west, south, north and middle each have deputy commanders and captains. Xiaguan I am busy with security and other work every day, and I have no power to check the authenticity of the documents in the hands of shopkeeper Zhu. A medical dispute occurred in Qixing Street and a life was lost. Since both parties took the initiative to reconcile, the case was not reported to the Jingzhao Prefecture. As for Feng Sheng suddenly I'm afraid I can only ask him why he hit the pillar. Maybe he wanted to sacrifice his life because he felt guilty about the deceased."
When An Xiyue heard this, he also felt a surge of anger rushing straight into Yintang. These officials really knew how to confuse right and wrong. No wonder Dr. Feng was forced to die.
An Xiyue now only hopes that her father will serve in the Ministry of Household Affairs and not join in with them.
An Xiyue's mind was spinning quickly and he looked at Nangong Yuanyi in the hall. As an official now, he couldn't take the lead in causing trouble, otherwise he would be accused of being unfair.
"Feng Dong, I rented your shop because of Dr. Feng's clean demeanor and integrity. He is a benevolent and kind-hearted doctor. As a doctor, he naturally has a compassionate heart. Dr. Feng has treated countless people in his life. In Qixing, I believe that many villagers on the street recognize Dr. Feng’s medical skills. Not to mention the strange thing about suddenly killing people, Dr. Feng has already paid five hundred taels in compensation. Why would he seek death? Feng Dong, I’m afraid he knows this. There are very few people here." An Xiyue said slowly towards the door of the lobby, speaking slowly to ensure that everyone could hear him.
Nangong Yuanyi looked at An Xiyue's confident little face, his eyes full of doting.
Nangong Hao stared at An Xiyue and talked calmly, his demeanor was neither humble nor arrogant, and his eyes were full of sinister birds of prey.
Suddenly, Feng Dong got up from the ground. He had been aggrieved for so long, so he should have the backbone of his father. Suddenly, he pointed at Fang Min's head and cursed: "You're talking bullshit."
Turning around, Feng Dong kowtowed heavily at Nangong Yuanyi several times. Now he could see that except for Mr. Nangong who wanted to overturn the case for his father, none of the officials sitting in the yamen were good people.
"My father hit the pillar because the family of the deceased had received 500 taels of compensation from us, and they came to make trouble again. They asked my father to pay another 500 taels, and they scolded and insulted him. My father had a clean and honest life and never had any misdiagnosis. After being treated incorrectly, we originally wanted to go back to our hometown and open a new medicine shop to take care of our elderly grandparents. However, the family members of the deceased went everywhere to spread the word that my father was a quack doctor and ruined my father's reputation. They also said that treating people to death would cost their lives. Come to pay for it, my father was so angry that he hit the pillar."
"Please make the decision for my father. He wants to die to prove his will and prove that he is not a quack. Every neighbor on Qixing Street will not say that my father has a wonderful way of rejuvenating himself."
