Since his father supported him, he simply let go.
In fact, at the beginning, Han You's counterattack plan did not include Liu Shaonan. He did not know that there was such a birdman, and it was this unlucky thing that drove him to the door.
Now that we have broken our skin, we will do our best.
Han You told Wang Shan to lead people to spread the story in the city. In addition, he also asked the torturer to come again to beat the drum and complain, so that everyone in the capital would know how arrogant and domineering the Liu family was and how violent it was. The first is to persecute the sufferer, the second is to go to the Han Mansion to cause trouble, and the third is that the little housekeeper in the court actually talks nonsense about a third-grade official.
This was Han You's first step in counterattack, building momentum.
After Wang Shan left, Han You looked back at Liu Wenfang, who was lying on the ground with his body stretched out, and waved his hand impatiently: "Bring this old man out, it will make you sick just looking at him."
Just as the two yamen officials were escorting Liu Wenfang out, a civil servant hurried into the court.
"Sir, Mr. Wu Yong, the young minister of Honglu Temple..."
Before the report was finished, a middle-aged man wearing a third-grade official robe stepped in.
This person is the core figure of the small interest circle who colluded with officials and businessmen in Beijing and even wanted to establish a monopoly. Wu Yong, Wu Juehu, the young minister of Honglu Temple, Yong is the name, and Juehu is the word.
Wearing a third-grade crimson purple civil servant robe with a basalt jade belt around his waist, he is not tall, has a garlicky nose, two mustaches, and very thin lips. He is not very tall to begin with, and his eyes are widely spaced, similar to Down syndrome. Yes, it may be the product of a close relative.
Not to mention other things, just these facial features, taken alone, there is no problem. If you press a face, it looks like you are not convinced by anyone. And the way you walk, it looks like you are about to reveal your body, with your head stretched forward. , the body just followed, as if the head said I'm leaving first, and the body said I'll see you off.
Wu Yong was a minister of the previous dynasty, and the emperor of the previous dynasty was a man of appearance. The ministers and officials were more concerned about appearance when selecting important ministers of the court. Logically speaking, this guy should not be a third-rank Shaoqing, but he served foreign tribes. He served him well, even more devotedly than he served his biological father. His mother called him an expert when she saw his shameless efforts to lick the foreign envoys.
When Wu Yong was first transferred to Beijing, he was appointed Zuo Shucheng of Dali Temple. His ancestral home was in the northern border and he was proficient in foreign languages. When foreign envoys came to Beijing, Honglu Temple seconded Wu Yong to Dali Temple to assist foreigners in meeting the emperor. .
In this process, Wu Yong demonstrated the talent of the Wu family for generations. In one word, lick!
When he was at Dali Temple, this guy was selfless and unkind to the people in Beijing. When he arrived at Honglu Temple, which was specifically responsible for foreign guests, he was affectionate, professional, and straightforward. His pants were open and licked, as if he was a severe diabetic and the buttocks of those foreign envoys could secrete insulin.
Not only was he good at licking, he was also good at painting. He painted for foreign envoys every day. Many of the foreign envoys were obviously long and strange, but when they got into his hands, they all turned out to be majestic and handsome.
Several times in succession, several foreign envoys met with the previous emperor and praised Wu Yong incidentally.
This guy was transferred from Dali Temple to Honglu Temple. The harder he was licked, the faster he was promoted. Until today when he ascended the throne, this guy had already been licked to become a Shaoqing. Otherwise, he would have grown this... Like Kun, he couldn't even reach the fifth level in the previous dynasty.
In addition to Wu Yong, there were six straw mats on the stand outside the court. On the stand were six injured people dressed as attendants. Their legs and knees were bloody and bloody. It was the six thugs from Liu Mansion who broke both knees of Han You. In addition to Liu Shaonan is all here.
These six unlucky people were not unfair at all. Wang Hai had already asked them clearly before.
Liu Shaonan almost didn't do anything. The six thugs beat and smashed them and uttered obscene words. In order to show off in front of Liu Shaonan, they also scolded the husband who was fighting for the country in front of the neighbors. Threatening to break the dog's legs even if the husband of the mistress comes back.
Wu Yong had just gone to court. After learning about the incident, he came to Jingzhao Mansion as soon as possible. He entered the court without saluting and took the lead.
"What a great Yin of Jingzhao Prefecture, Han Bairen, what a young master of the Han Prefecture, Han You, what a arrogant, domineering and lawless Han family!"
Pointing at Han Bairen, Wu Yong hummed: "As the governor of Jingzhao Mansion, you allow your relatives to use their power to commit crimes. Do you, Han Bairen, have the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty in your eyes?"
Han You looked deeply at Wu Yong and stepped aside.
The appearance of this guy was unexpected, and he was an official, an official who could go to court. The method used to deal with Liu Wenfang was not easy to use. If he spoke directly, it would make his father lose his temper.
Han Bairen smiled instead of getting angry: "Don't tell me that what you said about condoning your relatives' use of power to commit murder is actually nonsense. It's true. What does it have to do with you, the Young Minister of Dali Temple?"
Wu Yong corrected him: "I am the young minister of Honglu Temple."
"Oh, yes, my official record is wrong. What does this matter have to do with Wu, Wu, the young minister of Honglu Temple? Wu, yes, it has anything to do with you, Wu Meng."
Wu Yong blew his beard and glared: "Wu Meng is my brother."
"Oh, I see, okay, what does this matter have to do with you, Wu Laoer of Honglu Temple?"
Wu Yong finally broke through the defense and roared: "My surname is Wu Yong, who is Wu Lao Er!"
"Aren't you good at it?"
"I am on the third mission!"
"Oh, Wu Laosan, what does this matter have to do with you? Honglu Temple..."
Han Bairen really didn't do it on purpose. There were six ministries, nine temples, and so many officials in various government offices. How could he remember how long it had been since he first came to Beijing? He didn't deliberately remember anything else.
Wu Yong almost gritted his teeth: "My surname is Wu Mingyong, you Han Bairen are just pretending to be stupid."
With a "snap", the gavel fell hard, and Han Bairen stood up suddenly, with a serious look on his face: "What is your fucking surname? What does it have to do with me? I only ask you, what grade are you?"
Han Bairen narrowed his eyes, his broad face showed no anger, and bared his teeth slightly, as if he wanted to eat someone.
Wu Yong, who was still aggressive at first, couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.
Bi is a civil servant. He has never seen Han Bairen with the aura of a general who has fought countless battles. His voice couldn't help but weaken a little: "I am from the third rank."
"As soon as you, a third-grade young minister, met my official, a third-grade governor, why didn't you salute me!"
Wu Yong's eyes twitched and he snorted coldly: "You and I are ministers in the same palace, but we are not in charge of the same government. We are only half-ranked. Why are you trying to show prestige with me?"
Han Bairen said nothing, put down the gavel and walked over step by step until he reached Wu Yong.
Han Bairen is over 180 meters tall, with big shoulders and a round waist. He looks as if he wants to steal a cassock at any time. The large official robe looks a bit tight and sexy when worn on his body.
Looking at Wu Yong again, he is 1.65 meters tall and has no body. His body is almost pressed against Han Bairen, and he has to look up.
"My officer." Han Bairen gritted his teeth and said softly, "I want you to bow to me!"
"You...don't go too far."
Wu Yong couldn't help but take a few steps back due to the harsh words he spoke.
He retreated, and Han Bairen came forward, repeating again: "I want you to bow to me."
"you you…"
Wu Yong kept backing up, until he hit the threshold with his back foot and almost fell down. Then he shouted in shame and anger: "Well, you Han Bairen, I will go to court tomorrow and I will definitely take a copy of you. You are bullying others too much. You are bullying others too much!" "
Han Bairen's face was full of disdain: "You are your mother-in-law, I'm sorry."
Seeing that Han Bairen did not chase him out, Wu Yong regained his momentum. He turned around and pointed at Liu Wenfang who had just woken up: "The murder committed by you, the young master of the Han family, has nothing to do with me. Justice is in the heart of the people. I have already informed people about this matter." The Ministry of Personnel has informed the Procuratorate that the Second Yamen will report this matter to the Emperor tomorrow, and you, Han Bairen, are so bold that you dare to insult Mr. Liu Wenfang Liu!"
Han Bairen tugged at the top of his official robe and spat: "Why, he is your mother's lover?"
Wu Yong raised his voice: "Mr. Liu is very talented and knowledgeable. Everyone in the imperial palace knows it. Although he is the housekeeper of the Liu Mansion, he has achieved great fame. He is a famous Confucian scholar. Not long ago, in Prince You's Mansion, We have sent people to the Liu Mansion to hire Mr. Liu as a teacher in the palace. You, Han Bairen, are so brave. You even dare to bully His Highness Prince You. Where do you put the Tianjia? You should take the Tianjia seriously. inside!"
As soon as he finished speaking, many government officials changed their expressions, and even Han Bairen's pupils shrank suddenly.
