Mei Tinghan shook her head and said, "Su'er misunderstood and still stayed in the house. A place like the Ministry of Justice is not the place for a girl like you."
"I don't! Girl, I haven't been to any dangerous place in heaven or on earth? Brother Han, don't be alarmist, Su'er won't accept this."
After saying that, Yinsu got off the bed, walked around proudly in front of Mei Tinghan, and then changed into men's clothes.
Yinsu pulled Mei Tinghan and started to act coquettishly: "Brother Han, do you think Su'er has such magical power and is worthy of being your follower?"
Mei Tinghan hesitated to refuse.
"What! I've coaxed you so much, and you still let me go? Humph! I can go regardless of whether you let me go!"
Yinsu finally couldn't pretend to be a fair lady, and Mei Tinghan also knew that he couldn't control her, so he had to follow Yinsu's wishes.
As Yinsu said, with her here, everything went smoothly.
If it weren't for Yinsu, Mei Tinghanguang would have been delayed for three days in finding the Mei family's case files from those old cases in the criminal department's case files.
Yinsu found the file with just two fingers.
The Mei family's files are very thick. When a prominent family falls, there will always be people who add fuel to the fire to protect themselves. Some, some, no, all the sins, big and small, can be blamed on the sinner.
They probably thought that no matter how much or how little they committed, the Mei family would have their heads chopped off.
Mei Tinghan knelt down holding the file. He shook his hands and stroked away the dust on it. He was so excited that he was so excited that he broke the rope that bound the file. The file was spread out like a bundle of leeks. In front of Mei Tinghan.
Five years ago, the winter solstice was extremely dry and cold, and the sun was shining brightly. As expected, there was a lot of rain and snow this year. Nanjiang City, which had never seen snowflakes, actually had a snowstorm for three days, and all the winter wheat was buried under the heavy snow. After the blizzard, it is extremely cold. The coldest winter in decades has made the people miserable.
Millions of refugees in Nanjiang City came towards the capital one after another.
Gu Huaijiu, the madman who had just killed the king and came to power, had just sat down in the position of regent. He was not yet warm, so he naturally did not want to miss such an opportunity to win over the people.
Fifteen million taels of snowflake silver were said to be used for disaster relief, but they were actually taken out of the treasury.
Even the late emperor never used such a huge amount of treasury money at once.
Mei Tinghan's father, Mei Song, as a Grand Master who was on an equal footing with the Regent, had always looked down upon the Mad King. This time, he even felt that the Mad King was trying to empty out the treasury and use it for his own use.
Originally, the Mad King had appointed Marquis Xuanping to make this trip as an imperial envoy. After all, the Mad King might not be at ease if he entrusted so much silver to an outsider.
But Mei Song quit, because Marquis Xuanping had no merit in being pampered.
The mad king replied: "Isn't this an opportunity for me to gild Marquis Xuanping and ask him to make contributions?" Mei Song refuted: "Marquis Xuanping is arrogant and extravagant, and he may be greedy for money and worry about stealing."
The Mad King replied again: "The Grand Master is saying that my aunt, Princess Jinghuai, taught Marquis Xuanping to be a money-grubbing villain?"
Mei Song rolled his eyes wildly and continued to refute: "I didn't say anything! Your Majesty, please don't just blame yourself for being a lunatic and just throw the shit basin at other people's heads!"
The Mad King shrugged his shoulders, lay helplessly on his side in the court, and started to play seriously: "This is the court, it's not good to spit such nasty words from your mouth, isn't it? You are the late emperor's teacher!"
Mei Song sneered: "This court is not a bed in Prince Rui's Mansion. What the Prince did is disgusting!"
After arguing with each other for a while, the Mad King was probably tired of the quarrel. He waved his hands, sat up, and put a handful of his messy hair behind his ears.
"Old man Mei, you're done, aren't you? If I don't ask my uncle to go to such a big thing as disaster relief, why don't I ask your son to do it?"
Mei Song was also furious and immediately agreed: "I am willing to do my best for Your Majesty!"
"You damn old man! You really answered it!"
The Mad King jumped up in anger, and the sword in his hand was really unsheathed.
"I tell you, today my daughter is not here, I can kill whoever I want! You have made me anxious, I don't care whether you are a master or a dog!"
All the civil and military officials knelt down to persuade the mad king to calm down. The little emperor on the dragon bed was so frightened that he began to cry.
Mei Song did not kneel down. He held up the court sign and promised the Mad King: "My son, Mei Zimo, is already on duty at the Ministry of Household Affairs. Why not? I will definitely live up to your majesty's trust. I will give you a lot of money for disaster relief." Give it to the victims of Nanjiang City."
Mei Tinghan was also present at the time. He was in the Ministry of Etiquette at the time and had a low official position. He stood behind and watched his father and eldest brother answer their errands. He couldn't help but admire his father for defeating the Mad King again.
Little did he know that this was what the madman had planned a long time ago. From the very beginning, the madman planned to ask the Mei family to be the errand, so that the Mei family would fall into the trap he had dug.
Sure enough, in the late spring of the next year, the impeachment memorials shocked the government and the public. Inside, there were also papers signed by more than a hundred scholars in Nanjiang City, and a bloody letter stained with the fingerprints of the people of Nanjiang City.
"Huh? Why is the color of this file different from the others?"
Yinsu's words interrupted Mei Tinghan's memories. He saw a red case file in Yinsu's hand, and his red eyes added resentment.
"do not move!"
Mei Tinghan drank and took the case file from Yinsu's hand.
"What's wrong? Is there anything else I can't see?"
Yinsu looked displeased and snatched the case file back.
"Su'er!"
Mei Tinghan wanted to grab it again, but she was not as quick as Yinsu, and she had already opened the file.
"It's a murder case!"
"Mei Wanyun? Who is Mei Wanyun?"
Mei Tinghan had no choice but to retract her hand, turned away, sat on the ground, and sighed.
Seeing that Mei Tinghan was silent, Yinsu read the file again.
"Mei Wanyun accidentally killed Fang Hexuan, a classmate of Wenyu Academy."
"Wrong hand? The crime will not lead to death! Is he still in prison? Why have I never seen you mention him?"
"It's all his fault!"
Mei Tinghan actually said such a complaint.
"He's your brother, right? What do you blame him for?"
Mei Tinghan did not reply to Yinsu, but sighed repeatedly.
Yinsu put away the case files one by one and reinstalled them, but something black fell out.
"What's this?"
Yinsu picked up the thing and found that it was a piece of ink stone.
"Are the things included in the file evidence? Can the ink stone also be used as evidence?"
Yinsu's words seemed to wake Mei Tinghan up, and he finally turned around and stared at the ink stone.
It’s inkstone again! He remembered that when Li Sinian was executed, he also held a piece of ink stone in his hand.
"show me."
Mei Tinghan grabbed the ink stone and suddenly rushed out as if she had thought of something.
"Hey! Wait for me!"
Yinsu also chased after him, only to see Mei Tinghan running very fast and stumbling to an extremely deserted courtyard in the backyard.
Mei Tinghan rushed in without hesitation, and Yinsu followed without hesitation.
"Hey! Who is it! Scaring a ghost!"
The people in the room raised their heads and looked at the door. Yin Su at the door just stood still and immediately backed out.
