The man was just a petty official. When he saw Mo Qing and the gold medal in his hand, he slapped himself in the face.
The face turned red visibly, and the clerk said with an apologetic smile: "The little one has no eyes, and the little one has no eyes. Sir, please come this way, please this way."
Mo Qingyu glanced at the sign and thought, oh, it's pretty easy to use.
How could Mo Qing and You know that this brand said it was at the same level as Tingwei, but it was given by the emperor himself. Strictly speaking, the power it can only mobilize is at the same level as Tingwei, but the true meaning of this brand It's not that simple.
With this brand, everyone in the capital, except the emperor, must give her an advantage.
The clerk took Mo Qing to the main hall. There would be people on duty at Dali Temple, but no one could actually take charge of the affairs. After a while of panic, a few people who seemed to be directors came one after another.
Although her rank was not high, everyone bowed to her when they saw her, but no one looked truly respectful.
After all, he is just a sick man. Some well-informed people know that it is the fourth lady of the Li family who is out to do things this time. Li Yu is very powerful, but the person in front of him is just a prostitute, and it is really difficult for her to reach the level of elegance.
Mo Qingyu didn't care about this either. He just looked around and said, "Do you claim that every case will be filed?"
A man with a mustache took a step forward and said proudly: "Of course."
Mo Qingyu narrowed his eyes and said, "But how can the resentment here be so heavy?"
"Resentment?" Mustache sneered, "Dali Temple has always been fair and strict in judging cases, how can there be any resentment? Don't talk nonsense, little lady. Even if you are working for His Majesty, the majesty of Dali Temple will never allow a woman like you to talk nonsense."
"Presumptuous!" Jiang Sileng snorted coldly.
"Presumptuous? Sun Tingwei is dead. You have the imperial order and don't go to investigate the case, but you come to my Dali Temple and talk nonsense. Who is so presumptuous?!" The mustache blew his beard and stared.
Mo Qingyu stopped looking at him, pointed in a direction and let Jiang Si push her over.
"Where is this place?" There was someone guarding the front, and Mo Qing felt blinded by blood after just one glance.
There may be great grievances inside.
"Dali Temple Prison." Mustache and other officials followed suit.
Mo Qing raised the folding fan and said, "Open it."
Mustache said: "Young lady, are you serious? The people imprisoned here are all serious criminals of the imperial court, and they have all been sentenced. This is not something that this young lady can bear."
He crossed his arms, looking like he was watching a good show.
Mo Qingyu glanced at him and said, "It has nothing to do with you."
Mustache was made uncomfortable by her arrogant look. He took a step back and sneered: "Don't be scared to death."
The Dali Temple Prison was dark, damp and cold, with only weak candles burning on both sides of the corridor.
When the wind blows, it sways and almost dies.
There was a strong smell of blood coming from inside, as well as a stinky smell that had not been cleaned for a long time.
Mo Qingyu frowned, she was really not used to this kind of smell.
Mustache laughed again when he saw her expression.
The smile was a bit ferocious, and it was even more eerie when it echoed in the dark corridor.
Jiang Si murmured in a low voice: "Is this mustache sick? Why is he always targeting the master?"
Mo Qing replied: "This person must have done a lot of bad things with Sun Zhen. Once Sun Zhen dies, he will be the next unlucky one."
Mo Qing disdains this kind of villain.
The prison in Dali Temple was indeed built with no aesthetic value. In order to create a scary atmosphere to break through the prisoners' psychological defenses, there was no light even inside.
Mo Qingyu pulled out a palm flame and turned around. His face, which was pale due to illness, became even more pale. When he suddenly turned around, he was so frightened that all the officials took a breath and took a step back.
"Ah."
Mo Qing turned around, and Jiang Si secretly laughed in his heart. His master was so vindictive and had a bad temper, but ordinary people couldn't see it.
When the prisoners on both sides of the prison saw Mo Qing's hand, they all thought that gods were coming.
"Oh my god, God has opened his eyes, Lord God Envoy, Lord God Envoy! Help, help!"
"Master God Envoy, we are all wronged!"
"Lord God Envoy..."
…
Mo Qing and Mo Ran were speechless. She really didn't expect that one day she would be called a messenger. If that bitch Gu Lian heard this, she would be furious.
Hey, just thinking about it makes me feel better.
She looked towards the place where the screams were coming. There were about ten people imprisoned in a cell. There were no torture instruments. They were all skinny, with disheveled hair. They were dressed like civilians. There were also a few people's clothes that Mo Qing and Mo Qing vaguely remembered following in the wine shop. The casual laborer man I saw here is very similar.
The group of people were old and young, including men and women, and even two or three children. They had injuries on their bodies, and it was obvious that they had been tortured.
Several men who looked to be the sturdiest fell down on the haystacks nearby. Their injuries looked serious, and the clothes on their bodies were stained with blood.
It was a few older-looking people inside who stopped her just now.
"What's going on?" Mo Qing pointed at the person inside.
Mustache rolled his eyes and said: "They are just some of the following treacherous officials and traitors, and they should be punished for their crimes."
"Rebellious ministers and traitors?" Mo Qing smiled angrily, "Don't you think I'm a fool? Have you ever seen a family whose rebellious ministers and traitors were just a few old women and children who were powerless to restrain a chicken?"
"The next one offends the superior? Whose superior is offended?"
The mustache pointed at them and cursed: "A group of untouchables who don't know how to respect their superiors are pointing at Sun Tingwei's nose and scolding us in the street. How can this put Sun Tingwei and Dali Temple in their eyes?" Do you take Daxia seriously?"
Mo Qingyu raised his eyelids and said, "Oh, is this your Sun Tingwei's world?"
The hat is too big, and the mustache dare not recognize it, "How can you say that!"
Mo Qingyu turned around and asked the group of people, "Tell me, what is going on?"
That group of people was probably Mo Qing's and his own only hope, and they all talked in a variety of ways for a while.
"God's envoys, please don't be fooled by those dog officials. These people are all greedy for money. How can they put the lives of us ordinary people in their eyes."
"It was windy and rainy in the capital a few days ago, and the docks were all destroyed. We were just casual workers, so we went there as soon as we heard there was work."
"Unexpectedly, Brother Dou was too old and frail to do his work slowly, so he was beaten to death by those beasts!"
"Brother Dou died unjustly! So we came to Dali Temple to redress our grievances, but who knew that these dog officials were all the same thing! Bah——"
"The messenger is the Bodhisattva sent by God to save us. Don't let those moths blind you!"
"God has mercy and save us!"
…
Mo Qing finally understood that they were just a group of poor people with no way to ask for help. She lowered her eyes and captured a key piece of information in her mind.
"Then what is the relationship between Dou Sanniang and the Brother Dou you talk about?"
An older man said: "Sanniang is Brother Dou's daughter, and she is also the child we have watched grow up. There are seven or eight people in Brother Dou's family, and they cannot make ends meet. There is not even a coffin after death. Sanniang is so angry. I went over to find the official who beat Brother Dou to death and asked for an explanation."
"But who would have thought that she would be sold into prostitution in a blink of an eye."
The old man wiped away his tears and cried: "There is no way in the sky——"
"I was just waiting for justice, but I was prevaricated in this way, and then I was imprisoned. I am so stupid now!"
"Presumptuous! Nonsense!" Mustache cursed, and immediately someone came in and kicked the old man on the knee, making him kneel down.
The old man is old and can withstand such torture.
But this man looked like he had read a book, and he spoke in an orderly manner. Even though he was so miserable, he still showed a kind of perseverance in his bones.
Mo Qing said calmly: "Stop."
The official didn't know whether to drop the whip he had just raised. He glanced at the mustache and lowered his hand when he saw that the other party didn't speak.
Mo Qing pointed to the group of people and said calmly: "I took all these people away."
"No, these are all felons!" Mustache said hurriedly, and the group of obedient officials behind him also agreed.
Mo Qing was shouting one after another and his head was spinning.
Jiang Si immediately took out the token and said: "This is not asking for your opinion, it is a notice. Let's release the person quickly!"
Mustache was in a dilemma. In the end, he couldn't resist the majesty of the token. He gritted his teeth and stamped his feet and asked people to let the people go.
Mo Qing and this large group of people came out of the gate of Dali Temple in a mighty manner.
The door slammed shut behind him, and it seemed that he really didn't want to see this evil star.
Bah, bad luck!
A group of people who had been imprisoned for such a long time thought they were really going to die, but when they saw the sun, they all knelt down and kowtowed to thank the angel for his kindness.
Mo Qing said, "I am not some kind of messenger. I am the daughter of Lieutenant Li and I have been ordered to investigate the case. You don't need to worship me. Since you have done nothing wrong, you don't need to stay in that prison anymore."
The old man who first spoke to him bowed first, straightening his back even if his legs were fighting.
"What did the Fourth Miss say? Since we have received your favor, we naturally want to do it."
The old man looked older than Mo Qingyu, but considering his age, Mo Qingyu could still stand his worship, but he looked extra awkward.
"You guys can go away. I just need to ask the old gentleman to leave his address. I have something else I need to ask you in two days." Mo Qing didn't want to save them for nothing.
Listening to his words, it seems that it is really related to Dou Sanniang.
The old man reported an address, and Mo Qing wrote it down. It was already getting late, so they went their separate ways.
Bai Yanxi did not appear next to Mo Qing just now, but in fact she was hidden near him, but the group of mortals couldn't see it.
She also got a general idea in prison, touched her chin and said, "Is this related to the construction of the pier?"
Mo Qing nodded and said: "Most likely, it would be easier if Dou Sanniang did this. But she is just a commoner's daughter. Where did this Yin Gathering Formation come from?"
"Hey, I'm afraid it will take a little more effort."
