How innocent the clan members are, to be implicated by this good-for-nothing like him!
He must be a beggar.
Li Sinian found a dark alley, exchanged his clothes with a beggar, found a bamboo stick and a broken bowl, and smeared his face with mud on the ground, messed up his hair, and His hands and feet were dirty, and just in case he was discovered, he tore a piece of cloth and covered his eyes.
Li Sinian was barefoot and walked slowly on the street based on his feeling. He was not really blind, and the cloth was thin. He walked slowly and could still vaguely see the road.
The Xingbu Yamen is not very close to here. Li Sinian has not felt the feeling of walking barefoot for seven or eight years. The feeling of dust crowding the gaps between his toenails, coupled with the pain of stones hitting the soles of his feet, forced him to bow. Walking slowly with his back turned, he really looked like a beggar.
Fifteen years ago, he was like this, holding a pottery bowl with a broken edge, and walked into the capital. It was the winter solstice, and every household wanted to eat dumplings, but their family didn't even have a grain of flour.
Eight-year-old Li Sinian will always remember that it was so freezing that day that he lost consciousness in his bare feet and could no longer hold the bowl in his hand.
But he needs money. Without money, the three of them, mother and son, will not survive this winter.
"drive!"
A messenger galloped by on horseback. Li Sinian was so cold that his movements were frozen. Although he tried to dodge, he still fell to the ground. The bowl was smashed and his hand was stuck on the porcelain. The palm of his hand did not hurt as much as expected because My hands were frozen and I couldn't feel any pain at all.
The blood was more honest, and soon a peony bloomed on the snow.
Li Sinian raised his hand in panic, wondering how to hide the injury from his mother.
How many days will it take to get better?
Can this wound heal on its own without spending a penny?
The blood was already cold when it came out. Eight-year-old Li Sinian forgot to cry and was left with only guilt and self-blame.
"Your hands are bleeding."
A snow-white handkerchief fell into the palm of his hand, with a red plum embroidered on one corner of the handkerchief.
A pair of fair and slender hands spread out the handkerchief and tied it to Li Sinian's injured hand.
This is not an adult's hand. It is slightly larger than my own, and it is countless times cleaner than my own!
The white and clean hands, carrying the temperature of spring, actually felt a bit burning.
"Second brother, look at how dirty he is! A low-level untouchable is not worth more than your veil! Let's go quickly."
The person tying the handkerchief did not stop, nor did he reply.
Following the snow-white cuffs, Li Sinian carefully raised his eyebrows and looked up at the delicate face decorated in plain clothes.
He was also a young man, about the same age as himself, but as crystal clear as the first-falling white snow, like a piece of mutton-fat jade, but his face was white and rosy, filled with warmth, which made Li Sinian feel like the sky was falling. So cold.
"It must be very painful, right? I went out in a hurry today and didn't bring any medicine."
The young man helped Li Sinian up, looked at his thin clothes, touched his waist, and stuck out his tongue in embarrassment: "Sorry, I forgot to bring money."
How can anyone show mercy and say sorry like a beggar?
Li Sinian was about to say no, but he saw that the young man took off his fox fur without hesitation and put it on Li Sinian.
The young man was taller than Li Sinian. The fox fur fell on Li Sinian, and the tail was trailing on the ground.
Li Sinian didn't dare to move. The clothes were too white and he was too dirty!
His whole body froze, and he watched in surprise as the young man dressed him.
"Okay! You are the only one with a kind heart! Get in the car quickly! Don't worry, your ears will freeze off!"
The head sticking out of the carriage kept scolding, "Save someone you see! The money of the Mei family didn't come from the strong wind! If you don't get in the carriage, I'll leave first!"
"No! Brother! Wait for me!"
The young man hurriedly got into the car, but Li Sinian was still stunned. He had forgotten to thank the young man.
Li Sinian remembered it for a lifetime.
Later, he studied hard day and night, and finally got admitted to the best academy in Beijing. Li Sinian was most fortunate that he worked hard, otherwise he would never have the chance to say thank you to the young man.
However, the young man said: I don’t remember.
He is a benefactor and a good person. They have been classmates for ten years and have similar interests. Li Sinian feels that he knows better than him what kind of person he is.
He is the second son of the Mei family, Mei Tinghan, who he has been studying hard for more than ten years and has always wanted to catch up with.
Li Sinian, who had just entered the official career, only served as the lowest county magistrate. Three years later, he was transferred back to the capital.
I thought I could have a drink with my best friend again and talk to each other, but I didn't expect that the first case I would handle as the Minister of Justice would be a major corruption case of the Mei family.
What's more, he didn't expect that when the wall fell and everyone pushed it down, the Mei family building was about to collapse, he actually wanted to personally put the young man he admired back in shackles on and send him to death row.
Li Sinian once thought that he should not stay out of the matter. After all, after all, he was considered a member of the nine clans. He could accompany him to the prison and the execution ground.
But Li Sinian suddenly had an idea. He didn't have to die! Substituting one thing for another, relying on his position in the Ministry of Punishment, as long as he is secretive enough, he should be able to save his life!
With this in mind, Li Sinian did this.
Li Sinian just didn't expect that he would be the supervisor of the Mei family case. Not only was he unable to say goodbye to his boy, but he also had to personally use a cinnabar red pen to mark out the names of the nine members of the Mei family!
What kind of fate has caused people!
God just hates him!
Eighteen years later, he became a beggar with nothing.
Li Sinian hoped that he would die on the execution ground today, in the hands of Mei Tinghan.
During this long journey, Li Sinian reviewed all the past between him and Mei Tinghan, and found that what he remembered most was the first time they met. The appearance of the young man in white was different from his aggressive appearance today. It's him, but it's not him anymore.
The Punishment Department Yamen was right in front of him. Li Sinian put down his crutches and broken bowl, knelt down at the entrance of the first alley outside the Yamen Gate, and placed the bowl in front of him. He said nothing, as quiet as a stone statue.
He couldn't get in anymore and could only wait for him to come out.
If he would still stay in front of him and be willing to give him something, he would have a chance.
With his eyes covered with cloth, Li Sinian couldn't see clearly. He could only feel his vision gradually getting darker, and the air he smelled in his nose was a little moist. He didn't know if it was getting dark, it was going to rain, or both.
Li Sinian wore a found hat on his head. The hat was torn, but Li Sinian didn't mind because it could just cover the injury on his forehead.
In this way, Mei Tinghan would not be recognized and she would have a chance to get close to him.
A drop of water hit his face, and Li Sinian sighed. He was really unlucky!
The rain was heavy, but it only took a moment to cool down Li Sinian.
Mei Tinghan came out with a pig's head on his head, and he didn't have an umbrella.
Although he was granted an official position by the Mad King, the courtiers all knew that this was just a trick played by the Mad King on Mei Tinghan. The Mad King would never allow Mei Tinghan to overturn the case that he was destined to die for back then.
