Although this discussion did not achieve the results he expected, he heard some words that made his heart as sweet as honey. In her heart, he was more important than anyone else, just as he was too.
So he put aside all those heroic and courageous things, happy grudges and grudges for the time being, and waited until daytime to think of other solutions. "Then let's discuss having children. Just now you said you would massage a hundred times..."
"I'm sleeping. I don't want to care about you." She fell on the bed, almost pressing her face against the wall in anger.
After waiting for a minute, he actually got out of bed silently. She was even more angry because this stinky pretty boy didn't even try to coax her!
A few minutes later, he climbed onto the bed and forcibly straightened her body. She opened her eyes and was about to get angry when she saw him sitting cross-legged, holding a slingshot in front of her. "As long as you are not angry, you can slingshot
I can do it as many times as I want." After he finished speaking, he put the slingshot on her chest, then kneeled on the bed with his back to her, motionless.
She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she grabbed the slingshot and sat up, holding back her laughter and warned him: "Don't think I will be reluctant to let you go!"
He remained motionless, as if he was looking forward to death.
"There is no sincerity in wearing pants... I'm going to sleep." She said hard, but her face was already filled with a bad smile.
He hesitated for a few seconds, then really reached his hands to his waist to untie his belt.
She couldn't help it anymore and threw herself at his waist: "Forget it, I'll spare you this time."
He then raised his head, and when he turned his face, his face was already so embarrassed that it was about to bleed. "Are you not angry anymore?"
She grabbed the slingshot and played with it in her hand: "I'm not angry for the moment, but I have to keep the slingshot. If you dare to make me angry again, I will hit you in the back and in front."
"I know you are angry because of my own good, but I won't do it anymore." He lay down and pulled her into his arms.
"Can't do anything?"
"I won't put myself in danger, and I won't make you worry anymore." Calm down and think about it from his perspective. If it were her who had to take the blame for someone else, he would not allow it even to the death.
She lay on his chest, and consciously put her little hands into his clothes to explore, and inadvertently murmured: "Silly, you are a general, is it possible that you will not worry me in this life?"
He held her face in his hands, his eyes full of helplessness and guilt: "Madam, I can't help myself, I..." He also has the responsibility as a son of man and the responsibility to pass on the honor of his grandfather's generation.
Of course she understood, so she smiled brightly and comforted softly: "I understand everything. But you have to remember to cherish yourself as much as you cherish me."
"I remember!" He solemnly promised, the tenderness in his eyes gradually spread, turning into a warm and lingering fragrance that filled the room.
It was late at night and everyone was eager to get into bed. Only Gong Yueyue was pacing in front of the bed wearing a thin robe.
Zhao Changyuan couldn't stand it anymore and grabbed her wrist to pull her into bed: "Stop standing now, you'll catch a cold. Come up."
"No, I have to stand for a while longer. There is still a baby that hasn't come out yet..." This ancient method of contraception is really lacking, but the two of them are like firewood, and they are in contact with each other.
He reluctantly got up from the bed and hugged her: "I'll accompany you."
A few kilometers away, in the prefect's Yamen, several officials were still arguing.
"Sir Song, I don't understand. Since Gu Zhongyi has already confessed his crime, why do you still have any hesitation? Why don't you just put him to death?" Chief Fang was tortured almost crazy because of Dongdu Xia's case.
. It was finally possible to close the case, but Mr. Song was hesitant.
The old magistrate pinched his eyebrows and sighed: "Oh, do you really think that old guy with his body half buried in the ground will be the East Capital Hero? How cruel it is for me to order an innocent people to be killed!"
Fang Captou was furious, and suddenly saw Pan Zhuqing, who had been sitting silently under the oil lamp all night, and couldn't help but ask him for help: "Master Pan, please say something, how come you don't even have an opinion on such a big matter?"
Woolen cloth?"
Pan Zhuqing turned the jade ring in his hand casually and asked lazily: "What do you want me to say?"
Fang Captou stared with bloodshot eyes and said, "What should we do now?"
Pan Zhuqing raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said calmly: "In this current situation, besides going with the trend, is there any other way to go?"
Fang Captou breathed a sigh of relief.
Mr. Song's heart ached: "Does Mr. Pan mean to let me..."
Pan Zhuqing raised her hand to block what he was saying, stood up from the armchair, walked up to Mr. Song and then said slowly: "I have no other intention, I just want to remind Mr. Song that the reason why the emperor attaches so much importance to Dongdu Xia's case is,
The fundamental reason for demanding strict punishment is to establish official prestige for the court. Now some people are beating their chests and admitting in front of the whole city that they are criminals. Regardless of whether they are or not, if we are still tepid, the kindness of women
, where is the official authority?”
At this point, he deliberately paused to give everyone present time to digest his words.
Seeing them all nodding slightly thoughtfully, Pan Zhuqing continued seriously: "Besides, Your Majesty said that Gu Zhongyi is an innocent citizen, but Pan doesn't think so. Let's first assume that he is not a murderer, so he can defend the murderer with his death.
Even if he is not an accomplice, he is still guilty of harboring the murderer. In Gong Yueyue’s words, he is also guilty of obstructing justice. If Mr. Song tolerates it, Xu Zhongyi will come out to take the blame tomorrow, and Zhou the day after tomorrow.
Loyalty. If things go on like this, crooked people cover up each other and collude with each other. Do we still need to explain to the emperor?"
Mr. Song woke up like a dream: "I understand, after all, Master Pan sees things through." Then he thought about it again and felt that there was something wrong with him: "However, if the real Dongdu Xia comes out to commit crimes again in the future..."
Pan Zhuqing had expected that he would ask such a question: "Master Song, think about it, how could Bo Yuntian, who is known as the chivalrous Dongdu, let others die for him? Whoever shows up again in the future will be seen by the common people.
They are all fake. Do you understand?"
Mr. Song broke out in a cold sweat when he heard this. The young and handsome young master in front of him actually had such power: "Mr. Pan... is indeed very resourceful... I know what to do. Do I still need to report this matter to the emperor?"
Pan Zhuqing sat back again, picked up the hot tea in his hand and blew out a burst of hot air: "If you are not afraid that the emperor will blame you for asking too much, you might as well prepare a note and hand it over for peace of mind."
Pan Zhuqing's guess was good. Lord Song actually drafted a memorial to the emperor, asking the emperor to decide whether to punish the Dongdu Xia. As a result, the emperor severely criticized Lord Song because he was the prefect, but he was indecisive and had no independent opinion.
.
Except for Han Fang and Li Si, the two guards who had been with Mr. Song since childhood, everyone in the prefect's yamen secretly favored Mr. Pan Zhuqing. Some people even secretly speculated that in the near future, this young and talented man would
, Lord Tongpan, who has a strong background, is very likely to take Lord Song's place.
These gossips secretly spread to the wind. Mr. Song was trembling after hearing this. Pan Zhuqing didn't take it seriously at all. He didn't look down on the little prefect at all. The only thorn in his eyes was that he was four years younger than him.
Zhao Changyuan rose up and became the brightest star in the entire power column. The Emperor of the Song Dynasty, who regarded military power as life, gave him military power! Gong Yueyue, whom he fell in love with more and more, gave him his whole heart! Every time I think of this
, Pan Zhuqing couldn't let go.
When he returned to the house, his wife was already asleep. After thinking about it, he took out the note from "Sun Tzu's Art of War" tucked in the bookcase, lit a dim candle, and leaned on the desk to copy it over and over again. "The government is incompetent, and the people are incompetent.
Woe to you! The majestic Yamen is not as good as a pair of chivalrous women! The knights of Dongdu."
These days, Yueyue has deliberately kept a distance from Pan Zhuqing. Naturally, she can't talk nicely to a person who has caused innocent people to fall into traps. It would be better to have less contact and spend all day investigating and selling goods in the market with Du Ruotong.
A small case like counterfeit medicine. Until I saw the official document on the bulletin board in the market that the East Capital Hero Gu Zhongyi would be executed three days later.
There were many voices of resentment and resentment among the crowd of onlookers.
"Oh, for such a good person to be beheaded, God has no eyes to see!"
"That's right! Officials know how to bully the people and kill good people!"
"From now on, who can make decisions for us poor people?"
Gong Yueyue and Du Ruotong really couldn't stand listening, so they squeezed out of the crowd and walked away silently.
"Ruotong, I plan to resign when the Dongdu Xia case is over." Yueyue told Du Ruotong the plan that had been in her heart these days.
Ruotong was surprised: "Resigning? You don't want to do it anymore?"
Yueyue lowered her head and said as she walked: "Well. When my house is renovated, my husband will move out with me. I want to leave more time and energy to take care of my husband."
Ruotong was even more puzzled: "Why, don't you want to live with his family?"
"Of course not. My house is very close to my husband-in-law's military camp. He can save a lot of time on the road every day, so he won't be too tired. Besides, my place is not small. I have a big house specially reserved for my father-in-law and mother-in-law. They
You can come and stay at any time, no matter how long you want. We will also go back to Zhao Mansion via Zhao to stay for a while."
Ruotong also lowered his head and whispered: "You really feel sorry for your jealous family."
Yueyue smiled: "He is my husband-in-law. If I don't feel sorry for him, who should I feel sorry for?"
Ruotong thought for a while: "Then I won't do it either."
"Hey, of course you don't have to do it anymore, you're almost going to be an evil young lady." After not hearing Ruotong's reply for a long time, Yueyue raised her head and saw her disappointed face, she quickly stopped her smile and asked with concern: "What's wrong?
He looked unhappy."
Ruotong hesitated again and again, but finally expressed the gloom in his heart: "Yueyue, why do I feel that he has no sincerity at all?"
"why do you say so?"
"Last time we went back to his house, didn't he tell me personally that he was going to propose marriage to my father? It's been how many days and there has been no movement from him." When she said this, a wry smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
After she confessed her love, she was no longer the careless and heartless silly girl she used to be. She was always worried about gains and losses.
Yueyue consoled him: "Maybe he is very busy? Maybe he is preparing." She didn't understand the procedure for proposing marriage in ancient times, but she was willing to think about Pan Eshao in a good light.
"Or maybe... he is just playing tricks on me..." Du Ruotong's voice suddenly became cold and trembling, and his steps suddenly stopped. (To be continued)