On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, the sky was covered with snow, and the heavy snow covered the red firecrackers on the streets.
Auspicious snow heralds a good year, and heavy snow is always a good sign. No matter what happened last year, people who meet each other when they get up early today will wish each other a happy new year.
Slowly, there were more and more people on the street. It was supposed to be a festive first day of the new year, but there was a group of old, weak, women and children wearing mourning clothes walking in the middle of the avenue.
A child of about seven or eight years old was holding a tablet in his arms, and the woman next to him was scattering paper money, crying and saying, "My husband died unjustly, and there is no way to appeal." He walked towards the palace with his mother-in-law and young children.
This strange behavior attracted many people, and slowly, they were followed by many people watching the fun.
Listening to the woman crying, many people wiped their tears.
What the woman was talking about was the situation of ordinary people. They could still live a peaceful life, but once something happened, they would have nowhere to turn.
The lighter one will consider himself unlucky, the more serious one will have his family ruined and his family dead.
Seeing that the woman was about to go to the palace, the enthusiastic people immediately reminded her, "Girl, it's not easy to get to the palace. If you don't do it right, it will be fatal."
The woman turned around, her eyes red and swollen from crying, "My husband died unjustly, and I am just a helpless woman. I have a frail mother-in-law above me, and an ignorant child below me. We can't live anymore, what else is there?" scary?"
"Officials do not serve the people and bully the weak. Is it possible that my family cannot even resist and can only be bullied to death?"
At the end of the sentence, the woman's voice suddenly became louder, and her expression of despair made the people become angry.
“If officials don’t serve the people and the people don’t resist, how can we continue?”
Someone among the people spoke up, and others immediately echoed, "You're right, this is a rebellion forced by the government and the people!"
With the support of the people, the woman walked towards the palace city. At this time, the officers and soldiers guarding the palace city immediately stopped her, "Don't be in front, otherwise you will bear the consequences!"
The woman said, "I want to beat the drum to complain, please forgive me!"
"Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year. There are no adults on duty at the Yamen in the palace. If you have any grievances, please go to the Yamen after the first month to submit the petition!"
"My husband died in vain, my whole family was ruined, and we had nowhere to live. Why can they, officials, celebrate the New Year happily and peacefully?"
The woman screamed violently, and then rushed towards the drum.
The guarding officers and soldiers immediately blocked the way. The woman cried heartbrokenly on the palace wall, and the child hugged the memorial tablet and cried loudly for his mother...
This scene deeply hurt the hearts of the people. Some people shouted, "It's too much to bully others. If you don't beat the drum, what are you doing? Are you whitewashing the peace?"
With that said, he rushed to Miyagi and shouted that he was going to fight with the officers and soldiers.
Someone took the lead, and the people behind them rushed forward. The two officers and soldiers were quickly subdued, and the woman cried and beat the drum. The sound spread throughout the streets and alleys of the capital, and even reached the palace.
But soon, the people who greeted the woman were not the guards from the palace, but the officers and soldiers of the yamen. They wanted to arrest her, but they were stopped by the people who came one after another.
With the help of interested people, a fight broke out between the officers and soldiers of the Yamen and the common people.
The officers and soldiers could not get to the palace, and the woman kept beating the drums, crying and repeating her grievances loudly over and over again.
…
Yu Jinxi was wearing a large cloak, closing his eyes and listening to the faint sound of drums in the distance.
She stayed up until very late last night. Qingti thought she would sleep a little longer this morning, but she didn't expect that she would get up earlier than everyone else.
She stood here for a long time. Usually she would be tired, but today she was not tired at all.
Qingti was worried about her health, so she and Bicao moved the charcoal pot out and dragged a stool behind her.
"Miss, sit down and take a rest. You are too tired."
Yu Jinxi shook his head, "I'm not tired, I won't be tired no matter what happens today!"
Qingti looked at the hollows under her eyes, her eyes full of worry.
Bi Cao didn't know what she was listening to. Seeing that Qingti was deflated, she didn't dare to ask.
After a while, Master Yan hurried into the small courtyard.
Yu Jinxi opened his eyes and glanced directly at him with sharp eyes.
"Miss, there was a commotion at Miyagi Gate. The woman who made the complaint bumped her head against the city wall, her head covered with blood. The common people got red-eyed and started fighting with the officers and soldiers. Some of them were injured."
Yu Jinxi asked expressionlessly, "Is anyone dead? Who are all injured?"
"The injured are all officers and soldiers. They are all minor injuries at the moment, but if the fighting continues, there will definitely be fatalities."
Master Yan said, "There are more and more people, and they have begun to smash the outer palace door."
Yu Jinxi hummed, with a cold tone, "Just smash it, people have died unjustly, how can they have the nerve to stay away and sleep?"
Master Yan understood what she meant, turned around and walked out quickly, staring at the palace gate.
Those who take the initiative to stir up trouble are arranged by her, and those who stand out are also her people. These people used to engage in murder and swindling, but now they are in peace, and they can get money just by shouting a few words. They work harder than anyone else.
Yu Jinxi didn't show up, and no one related to her showed up. Those people only knew how to use money to do things, and no one would find out about her.
Besides, Zhang Cheng’s family wanted to sue themselves. Who would hire someone to sue themselves?
After Master Yan left, Qingfeng came again. He didn't say anything, but gave her a letter.
She saw that it was Yanhuai's handwriting, so she opened it immediately.
But after reading it once, he tore up the letter and threw it into the charcoal basin, where it was quickly burned to ashes.
Then, she looked at Qingfeng and said with a sharp tone, "Go back to him and tell him to do his own thing, and I will be fine."
Qingfeng nodded, turned and left.
After obviously leaving for less than two hours, another message arrived.
Yu Jinxi looked calm on the surface, but deep down he felt a little more confident.
In this big drama, she was not singing alone, there was always someone standing behind her.
The people from the yamen could not suppress the people at the entrance of the palace city. They worked together to break down the door. The armored guards in the palace came out forcefully and killed people. There was blood and the situation was finally under control.
However, their powerful methods could only temporarily control the situation. The people did not leave. They all knelt at the city gate. The kneeling people lined up in a long line, and they lined up in the lively long street.
The woman who was playing the drum was pulled off, and the sound of the drum disappeared, but it could not stop the sound of everyone talking.
More and more people were kneeling. Officials who were anxious to enter the palace could only squeeze into the palace step by step on foot.
They were all in such a miserable state that they did not even dare to wear official hats when they went out, for fear of being eaten alive by the crazy people.
Under the white snow, one living person after another is crying for the woman's injustice, and they are crying for their own sorrow as a little person.
Yu Jinxi didn't stand anymore. She sat on a chair in the corridor, staring blankly at the charcoal in the charcoal basin that was blown away by the wind.
Waiting is a long process, and the process is anxious and painful.
She didn't know how long she had been sitting there, but there was finally movement outside the door.
