Beijing, Tong Mansion.
Tong Shangshu paused at the teacup he was holding, and asked his daughter in front of him with concern: "Have you caught a cold?"
"No, my nose is a little itchy."
"Oh, the weather is getting colder. Please put on more clothes to keep warm."
"Yes, my daughter knows."
Tong Yaoyao rubbed her delicate nose and asked, "Dad, last time we passed by Nantang County, my daughter encountered a strange case. I wonder how the Nantang County Magistrate judged it?"
"What a nonsense trial! Everyone is dead."
"Dead... who died?" Tong Yaoyao asked nervously, her little hands pinching the corners of her clothes.
"That county magistrate! I originally wanted him to be responsible for future grain purchases. After all, he is close to Yue State. Alas! I didn't expect..."
Tong Anguo shook his head and sighed.
"A few days ago, I was drinking tea and chatting with Fatty Wang from the Ministry of Civil Affairs. I heard him say that the Nantang County Magistrate was involved in some case and was mishandled and was killed. At this time, the new County Magistrate is probably Already taking office..."
"fine."
Tong Yaoyao loosened her little hands holding her clothes.
"What's okay?"
"It's nothing, dad, my daughter went to the bookstore." After Tong Yaoyao said that, she flew away like a butterfly, leaving behind a confused Tong Shangshu.
"What's going on?" Tong Anguo looked at his daughter's retreating back in surprise and froze.
One month later.
The third county magistrate came to Nantang County.
This person was an old man over fifty years old, named Lu Chuan. He was the governor of Jingzhou. He had a bad temper and often made mistakes during trials, so he was demoted to the seventh rank and sent to Nantang.
Magistrate Lu is resolute and resolute. He starts to deal with the backlog of cases on the first day he takes office. He looks like a workaholic.
County Magistrate Gao Song carefully accompanied him, reporting and explaining at any time.
"I'll start with the most difficult case! You pick one." Lu Chuan told Prime Minister Gao Xian next to him.
"The most difficult cases are the murder of the first two county magistrates and the poisoning of Liu's housekeeper." Gao Song picked out three cases and placed them in front of Lu Chuan. "These three cases have one thing in common..."
"Which point?"
"Three cases all involve the owner of Qingyun Manor - Wu Xin."
"Then first arrest the person who met Wu Xin and put him in jail."
"But we have no evidence!"
"Catch him first, interrogate him slowly, and torture him severely. If you don't believe him, he won't confess."
"this…"
The county magistrate's face looked like he was constipated, and he hesitated to speak.
"Tomorrow, I will go and arrest people in person. I have been an official for many years. I don't believe it. I can't manage a small Nantang County?"
A night without words.
The next morning, Wu Xin was having breakfast and had just finished half of the millet porridge in the bowl when the housekeeper Wu Tong came in a hurry.
"Master! Oh no, the new county magistrate has brought people to arrest you..."
"Why?" Wu Xin frowned.
"I am the county magistrate of Nantang!"
There was a harsh voice outside the door, and as soon as he finished speaking, a group of government servants burst into the house, followed by an old man in his fifties, with sharp eyebrows and tiger eyes, a square face and a wide mouth, and a beard like a steel needle flowing on his chest. The author is full of momentum.
Wu Xin put down the porridge bowl, looked at the people who came in coldly, and said calmly: "Doesn't this Dayi country have a clear official? They are all fools who are greedy, pervert the law, and care about human life!"
"How dare you! How dare you slander the imperial official? Get him!" Magistrate Lu immediately ordered.
"Who dares to move!" Miao Qing and Miao Hong immediately stood in front of them, their eyes showing a cold light.
"Those who obstruct my handling of the case must be taken down together!" Magistrate Lu said angrily.
More than a dozen government officials were eager to step forward.
"Noisy! Throw them all out." Wu Xin waved his hand as if to ward off flies.
"yes!"
Miao Qing and Miao Hong agreed, fists and feet flying, and all dozen of them were thrown into the yard in a moment, with their noses and faces swollen, and they were wailing.
Magistrate Lu was also knocked back by the flying government officials and squatted in the yard.
"Rebellion! Rebellious!" Lu Chuan shouted, "Openly defying the imperial court..."
"You are the only one representing the imperial court? Bah!" Wu Xin came from the room and spat in front of Lu Chuan.
"Get out of here! If you want to arrest me, bring evidence!" Wu Xin said disdainfully.
"Okay, okay! Just wait for me."
A good man doesn't want to suffer the immediate consequences. Magistrate Lu got up from the ground, said harsh words, and led the people away in despair.
Wu Xin returned to the room, picked up the porridge bowl again, put it to her mouth and said, "Guests in the room, after watching the fun, come down!"
"ah!"
Miao Qing and Miao Hong looked at each other, holding sword hilts in their hands, ready for battle.
I heard someone on the roof clapping and cheering: "Not bad! Not bad! Lord Jin, I just watched a good show when I came here, hahaha!"
Before he finished speaking, a figure floated down and landed gently on the ground, as silently as a fallen leaf.
"Second Senior Uncle!"
Miao Qing and Miao Hong shouted in unison.
Wu Xin heard the sound and looked around, only to see a fat old man standing at the door with a smile.
The old man is in his sixties, bald, with a few sparse white hair on the back of his head twisted into a braid hanging down his back. He has a plump round face, rosacea, small eyes, eyebrows and beard so sparse that they are almost negligible...
When one goes to that station, it looks like a big winter melon has become a spirit.
The fat old man held a wine gourd in his hand and would take a sip from time to time.
"You two girls are pretty good. You follow this guy every day and you haven't lost any effort." The old man praised with a smile.
"Haha! Old Jintou, why are you here?" Wu Xin also smiled when he saw the person coming.
Lao Jintou took another sip of wine, rolled his eyes at Wu Xin and said, "Why am I here? It's not because your kid has been in trouble recently. Your mother is afraid that your kid will suffer a loss, so let me, Mr. Jin, keep an eye on it."
"Why, not welcome?..."
"Welcome, welcome, warm welcome!" Wu Xin said with a smile, "Have you had breakfast? Sit down and have some together."
"I went to your tavern early in the morning to drink a gourd of wine and eat some snacks. Then I saw the dog officer leading a group of people towards Qingyun Manor. Lord Jin and I followed."
"Okay! Old Jintou, I dare you to steal the young master's wine."
When the fat old man heard this, he was furious, and his little eyes stared: "What do you mean by stealing your wine? I have worked so hard to be your bodyguard, shouldn't you give me some reward?"
"a ha ha ha."
When Wu Xin heard that the old man came to be his bodyguard, she couldn't help but be overjoyed. She thought: "This old guy's martial arts skills are unfathomable. If he is a gold medal fighter by his side, what kind of assassin will he be afraid of?"
Thinking of this, Wu Xin hurriedly smiled and said:
"It hurts my feelings to talk about remuneration. As long as you hang around with me, the young master promises you: drink wine as you like, eat meat as you like, and spend money as you like. In addition, I will go to Fengxiang House to find a girl for you, and I will keep it for you to have sex with. I don’t want to miss Shu…”
"I bother!"
Old Jintou's little eyes widened even more: "I heard from your mother that you have changed a bit. Mr. Jin, I thought you were studying hard and working hard to become stronger. It turns out that you have become bad. You dare to talk nonsense again." , I will beat you all over the ground and find teeth..."
"Hmph! Let's go. I'll get angry when I see you."
After the old man finished speaking, he shook his body and floated away, coming and going without a trace.
"Old Jintou! Where are you going?"
Wu Xin chased him outside. The yard was empty, and there was no figure of Lao Jintou anywhere.
"Giggle!"
In the room, Miao Hong had already bent over with laughter, and said while laughing: "Master, the second uncle has great martial arts skills and an eccentric personality. The disciples on the mountain have been beaten by him in recent years. I didn't beat you today, so that's alright." Your creation..."
"Yeah!"
Wu Xin touched her nose, a little disapproving.
