Han You stayed outside the crowd for a moment, hearing the sounds of people praising his father.
The Lord Qingtian is reincarnated, and he can be regarded as an upright official making decisions for the people. I wish Lord Fu Yin to live without illness and disaster for at least another three to five years.
Han You frowned.
What's the use of people praising you these days?
He knew that with his father's temper, this day would come sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to come so suddenly and so quickly, that even the current prince would dare to offend him.
Let’s not talk about the head of the Ministry of Industry, nor the young minister of Honglu Temple, but let’s just talk about the Ninth Prince in Beijing. Although Prince You is an idle prince, he is indeed a nobleman from Tianhuang. My father doesn’t even have the dignity of a royal family member. Yes, the consequences can be imagined.
Beijing is no different from other state capitals, it is the center of a country, and everyone is just trying to save face. The spanking that my father spanked today was not the prince's adopted son's butt. It was clearly a slap on the prince's face, and the spanking was super double.
Regardless of whether the Ninth Prince is favored or not, Liang Zi will be in trouble after this incident spreads. No matter how good-tempered the Ninth Prince is, he will have to get back this situation. Otherwise, he will be embarrassed to bully the people when he goes out in the future.
After pausing for a moment, Han You pushed aside the crowd and walked forward with Wang Hai.
The government officials who formed a human wall outside the court saw that it was Shao Yin and quickly got out of the way.
Han You hurried to the front hall. Dad, he saw him, he saw him, he saw him, and the three of them also saw him.
Cheap daddy Han Bairen came out in person, carrying a fire stick and holding it with a majestic look.
He has a Chinese character face with an angry look, a third-grade purple jade belt slung around his waist. He is 1.8 meters tall and is as ready to steal a cassock at any time. He has big shoulders and a round waist. The red and purple official robe is obviously slightly wider and is worn like a tights.
There were three unlucky ones in total, and they were all beaten.
Liu Shiro fainted on the ground, with more air coming out and less air coming in. His body was broken and his flesh and skin were torn.
The second son-in-law of the Wu family, with his butt sticking out in a rather shameful posture, his lower body was bloody and bloody, as if he had been eaten by a Mozambique hyena.
Zhang Yuanzhi, the adopted son of the Ninth Prince, had the highest status and received the most severe beatings. He was not beaten, but because of the shouting in the hall, which made the Han family's life worse than death, Han Bairen forced him to hit the hall pillar, and he lay on the ground with his arms and legs spread out, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. .
Han You, who ran over in a hurry, still had thousands of words to persuade his father. After scanning his eyes, he sighed slightly, leaving only silence.
When he saw the suffering master, he felt mixed emotions in his heart, angry, but helpless.
Before coming, I only knew that Liu Silang's horse hit the common man, but he didn't know that the common man was a peasant woman. Not only a peasant woman, but also a pregnant woman who was five months pregnant.
The sufferer was lying on the wooden board, his right leg was dripping with blood, his teeth were clenched tightly, his face was pale, and a doctor beside him was busy diagnosing and treating him.
She showed up in the fifth month of her pregnancy, just to make some money to make ends meet. She was selling coarse cloth in the northern market, but she was knocked down by a drunken official on horseback. The baby could not be saved, and the legs could not be saved either.
This made Han Bairen not angry and rude.
"In broad daylight, the universe is clear, at the feet of the Emperor!"
Han Bairen, who was still angry, said in a loud voice like a bell: "The horses are running wild in Bei City and hurting innocent people. Where is the king's law and where is the law of heaven? I am the governor of Beijing. Seeing that you, a villain, are not innocent, I still ...Also...fuck you."
After all, he had not read a few books. Han Bairen was so excited that he forgot his words. After holding it in for a long time, he raised his foot and launched a big kick towards Zhang Yuanzhi, the adopted son of the Ninth Prince.
Zhang Yuanzhi, the only one who didn't faint, groaned and hit the pillar of the hall, with blood flowing from his forehead.
Han You shook his head.
He had heard from his family that when he was in the army, his father was the best at hypnosis. There was a school captain who had no eyesight and was kicked by his father. He slept in bed for half a year. When he woke up, he felt a little agitated. I slept vigorously, and I suffered from some side effects. I walked with a bounce, which was quite cute.
The excited people outside the hall shouted "Okay", and many people shouted "Master Qingtian".
Amidst the shouts of "Master Qingtian", Han Bairen pinched his waist, feeling extremely proud and even more lost.
When people become officials, they want wealth, fame, and power.
Only Han Bairen went to work every day to have a good time. The people were happy, and so was he.
Standing next to Han Bairen was Wang Hai's half-brother Wang Shan.
When the expressionless Wang Shan saw Han You, he sighed silently and shook his head.
Even though Wang Shan was just a small book judge, he was also a bad guy in the army back then, and he was one of the rare people who could smell and cover farts in bed. After following Han Bairen back to the capital, he fought for his military exploits with his life. In addition, he used half of his family's wealth to get a small civil servant position.
Wang Shan is about thirty years old. He is as thin as a hungry terrier. He has a pair of windy ears, eyes like copper bells and a round nose. He looks a bit like Shuke flying an airplane, and his eyes are widely spaced. If he has the left eye If it is yang, the right eye is not close to the eyes. No wonder he was once a famous marksman in the army. The sight of both eyes is almost 360 degrees without blind spots.
Han You walked around from behind the government officials on both sides. His father noticed the big boy and smiled slightly.
Han You, who was standing in the corner, gave his father a smile that was uglier than crying. The father and son had said hello.
The father is trying the case, while the older son is thinking wildly, trying to find a way to make a quick buck. If the Ninth Prince really wants to mess with his Han family, he can just take the money and run away.
Before, he had thought about transcribing all the stories he told in the mansion and finding a library for long-term cooperation. But now that he is looking at it, he can only do something short and quick.
Han Bairen was stunned.
"Put the criminal in prison, find his relatives, and first pay the Li Zhang family seven thousand dollars. If he doesn't plead guilty, then he will be beaten tomorrow... No, he will be tried again tomorrow and withdraw from the court."
The people applauded again, and Han Bairen was even more proud.
The servants in the hall carried away the dog-like Liu Shiro. As for the remaining two unlucky ones, there was a servant outside the hall who lowered his head and carried them out of the hall. Before leaving, his face was full of resentment.
The master of the crime was gone, the criminal was thrown into prison, the leader was beaten, and the people dispersed.
But how could the aftermath of this matter subside? It would spread throughout the capital in less than half an hour.
Seeing that the people were almost gone, Han Bairen took a sip of cold tea, waved his hand and dismissed the yamen servant and Wang Shan. Han You, who was smiling wryly, came to the public case.
"Dad, why are you doing this? He belongs to the Ninth Prince. If you don't make trouble, you won't be able to secure your official position."
"Don't worry, You'er." Han Bairen laughed and said, "My father has long been unwilling to do this job, and will do whatever the hell he wants, so he sent me to the border to eat yellow sand."
"Then you can just resign. Why do you offend the noble families and officials in Beijing every day?"
"Those idiots in the official department don't allow it." Han Bairen poured a cup of tea for Han You and said happily: "If you don't allow it, I will force them to stop it!"
Han You rubbed his temples and thought about the cause and effect. He felt more and more that something was wrong: "This doesn't make sense. Liu Silang's father is just a small boss, and Master Wu is a young minister. What does this matter have to do with him? Not to mention the Ninth Prince is involved."
"Who knows." Han Bairen said with an indifferent expression: "How dare you come to plead for mercy, stick your butt out and submit a confession, and now you are here. I don't care about his young minister or his minister, so what can I do?"
Dad didn't care, but Han You couldn't care less. He jumped slightly and sat on the desk, thinking for a moment.
"Dad, if that doesn't work, let's resign immediately. It doesn't matter that we don't deserve to be the governor. Don't we still have a few acres of idle land in the northern suburbs? They all took the initiative to resign. Wu Shaoqing and the Ninth Prince should also be relieved."
"I can think of my father..."
Han Bairen looked like he was hesitating to speak.
"My child knows." Han You and his brothers patted their father's shoulders as if they were there: "You have always dreamed of returning to the battlefield, but you are in your early forties this year. Wouldn't it be better to enjoy the happiness of a family? Just be a Farmer, I want to find a way to make more money. From now on, we can just live in peace and quiet, and I will be filial to you."
Han Bairen let out a long sigh, and after a long silence, he smiled again: "Okay, then I will listen to You'er. There will be a meeting in the palace tomorrow to resign for my father. I will write down the resignation regulations."
"No, please don't." Han You waved his hands repeatedly: "Your writing style is too frightening. Let Wang Shan write it for you. Don't be in a hurry. Find out what's going on first."
"Okay, then dad will listen to You'er, You'er is interested."
The father and son looked at each other and smiled, looking forward to the future life of a farmer.
This capital, this court, is a place where turmoil never ceases. Isn't it a good thing to retreat?
