The floating clouds are as cool as the moon, and the drizzle is stammering and wet the wooden windows. The rain fogs in the sky and the earth, softening several pavilions and water pavilions.

Those once glorious and desolate wars have now become the literati's poems and poems.

The Yuan Dynasty, which was fighting for the world through the iron cavalry, had already perished, and the Song Dynasty, which had exposed its heart and drank and sang loudly, had also gone away.

All that is left is the righteous advice and unchanging strong mankind that the Han Dynasty has not changed for thousands of years.

The young censor had been in the gatehouse of the Guangyi Hou's mansion for a long time. Even the old sect official with sparse hair advised him to go back first. If the rain was heavy again, he would get sick after being rained.

However, this young censor was stubborn and held a memorial to impeach the son of Hou Guangyi, and then knelt in the doorman, waiting for the Marquis' summons.

The old doorman sighed and walked to the slightly damaged wooden window and closed the creaking wooden window.

A gust of wind blew, tearing the already broken window paper a big corner.

The sound of silk and bamboo messing around the ears and the sound of the beauty are passed down through the broken window paper into the ears of the young censors.

How many years has the Ming Dynasty been established? The people who started with Emperor Hongwu have been corrupted by their power and status and have only their bodies left. Even the immortal palaces can no longer cover up the corruption atmosphere.

The censor held his breath, as if the air was stained with something unclean.

Seeing that the window paper was completely damaged, the old door official simply ignored it. He picked up the thick porcelain teapot from the table and poured the young censor a cup of hot tea.

Speaking of this young censor, the old sect official admired him from the bottom of his heart. Although he was born in poverty, he had no flattery at all. It was not just a pride or a proud person. In this Huaiyin City, there was only this young man who dared to face power and talk about his ills. It was the only remaining Qingliu in the Huaiyin officialdom.

The old official squatted beside the young censor and handed over the teacup in his hand.

"I will not drink for a day if I don't see me for a day." The young censor did not take the tea, but moved slightly, holding the memorial, with his somewhat stiff shoulders, and the slightly curved spine straightened again.

The old sect official placed the teacup in the place where the young censor reached, and no longer persuaded him. He returned to the bamboo lounge chair, covered it with a slightly thick piece of clothing, and took a nap.

When the old sect official woke up in shock, the young censor who had been kneeling for a day disappeared.

Alas, have you given up? You should have been like this long ago. After all, the memorials of the only son of Guangyihou, who wrote twelve consecutive letters to sue the slaves and hurt others and forcibly robbing the girl of the people were suppressed. Perhaps it would be of no use to kneel on one more day.

However, the old sect official also had a little expectation in his heart, hoping that the young man who dared to speak out could hold on for a little longer. The old sect official did not know what he insisted on. Perhaps it was the only backbone worthy of praise in the Ming Dynasty.

The old door official wrapped his covered clothes tightly, sighed, and then went to sleep.

The drizzle wet Wuyi Lane, and the silence of singing echoed in the high-rise courtyard beside Wuyi Lane. When it reached the young censor's ears, it seemed as if the female ghost was sobbing unwillingly.

Looking up at the sky, the moon on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month really does not have the roundness of the sixteenth in my memory. Unfortunately, the woman who was carried out of the Guangyi Marquis’ Mansion and threw herself in the mass grave could not even see the uneven moon.

In order for this tragic situation to stop happening, why should I just have a bad life? Today, I will ask this Guangyihou, who is indulging his only son, for an explanation.

There are three thousand households in Huaiyin City, how dare you ask where the man is?

The old widower who had died of his daughter asked someone to send seven blood letters to Punishment Song Tong, but they all refused to be outside the door. After shouting to the sky, he hit the stone steps outside the door. The blood on the head scared up and down Huaiyin City, but did not wake up Huaiyin City.

But the next day, Song Tongzong sent someone to find the body that had been thrown into the mass grave outside the city and buried it happily, so that the young censor understood. Song Tongzong was not really confused, but the position of Guangyi was high and powerful. Song Tongzong was also powerless, so he might as well be addicted to singing and dancing and use this indulgence to numb himself in exchange for a stable life in this position, unlike the previous magistrates, who had not had a complete body after they died.

In just a few years, the Huaiyin City was like a rotten palace, and it emitted a disgusting smell of mold from the inside to the outside.

If no one moves, he may stand for decades. If he is lucky, he may stand for hundreds of years. If someone wants to repair it, he may move a pillar, which will bring about the collapse of the entire palace. How could the judge Song Tong not know about this? How could this young censor not know about it?

This young censor was just a little unwilling to accept that this Huaiyin City, which has a history of thousands of years and can be filled with history books, was silent and decaying in the clutches of Guangyihou. He wanted to be the sharpest knife in the hands of the judge Song Tong, cutting off the miscellaneous woods that not only did not support it, but also tried to drag down the palace.

However, it is not easy to save the building from falling with his own strength.

The young censor touched the memorial in the clothes on his chest. This was the thirteenth memorial in the past few days. The previous twelve memorials were suppressed by Punishment Song Tong on the grounds that there was no evidence.

How could this young censor not know? This is the Parliament Song Tong was protecting him. But whenever he thought of the old man who had no choice but to hit him to death, the young censor dared not sleep. If he didn't even care about him, who else dared to take care of him in Huaiyin City? How many such tragedies will there be in Huaiyin City?

If he had taken care of it, even if he could not seek justice for the old man and his young daughter, those playboys would be somewhat restrained. Perhaps such a tragedy would have happened less.

He can sleep slightly more peacefully.

The wide Chang'an Street is empty, it is already the Lantern Festival. The drizzle wets her clothes like fog, and it is indeed a bit cold as the old party official said. The young censor wrapped his wet clothes tightly, not because he was cold, but because he was afraid that the rain and fog would wet the memorial on his chest.

At this moment, I went to ring the shocking bell. Even if I woke up all the civil and military officials in Huaiyin City, if Song Tong did not protect him, he would force Guangyihou and his bastard son to face this matter directly.

What he wants is not the result, but a statement, a statement that can warn everyone.

Looking up, I looked up from a distance and saw about two or three thousand steps, and I was about to arrive.

"What's the matter with such a wonderful festival for the young master, but he walked alone on this Chang'an Street?"

The young censor looked back in shock. At some point, he followed a woman in red about ten steps behind him. The woman was wearing a bright red dress, holding a black-green oil-paper umbrella, and a Tiangou Xiaoyue Hairpin stuck in her hair. Seeing him looking back, she smiled sweetly: "Young Master is going to ring the shocking bell?"

The young censor nodded silently.

"Is it because the young master beat the shocking bell that was for the sake of Guangyihou's only son Jiang Baochan killing the young girl?" the woman in red asked again.

The young censor's instinct tightened and then took a step back.

That sword, like a thunder piercing through the night, actually cut all the water droplets falling in the air into half.

The young censor took a step back and saved his life, but unfortunately the memorial hidden in his chest had fallen to the ground in two halves.

"Young master is very skilled. I wonder if this sword can still be so neatly avoided." Before he finished speaking, the sword hidden in the umbrella handle had taken the second move.

If the first sword is just a thunderclap, the second sword is a thunderstorm. The sword energy crisscrosses the sky and the earth, spreading in the rain. The tip of the sword is divided into two, two into four, blocking all corners that the young censor could hide.

The guards of the shocking clock in the distance were already alarmed and rushed here with swords.

But this distant water can never relieve intimate thirst.

When the guards arrived, the young censor had already been chopped to pieces.
Chapter completed!