Chapter 97: The Holy Spirits Oral Order, Her Choice
When Boyi heard Wang Song's words, his originally worried expression turned even darker.
Is this your plan to drive yourself away?
The most important thing is...
Boyi subconsciously narrowed his eyes. In Wang Song's opinion, it looked very much like Yu Qiansi's look when she was thinking.
Because of what Yu Qiansi said, a silence order was issued about Yu Qiansi's coma, and only a few people present at the time knew about it.
But looking at Wang Song's appearance, he clearly came here for this purpose.
It seems that there are still many people in the Criminal Division who are informing the Duke of Qi.
Sure enough, after Yu Qiansi received the letter and rushed to Wuya Hall, Wang Song asked: "Are you feeling better?"
Boyi looked at Yu Qiansi for a moment, but couldn't figure out what she was thinking.
"Young Master, what does this mean?"
Although Wang Song was ill, he still did not hide his glory.
"Letting him stay here at that time was nothing more than an expedient measure to reassure my mother. Now that the case has been solved and his suspicion has been cleared, it is naturally no longer suitable to stay here."
Someone behind him handed over Boyi's photo album and other corresponding items.
"I've been bothering you for the past few days. However, after all, the Criminal Division is walking around in front of the emperor. If you want to recruit people seriously, you have to check the details carefully."
Boyi stared at the thing in front of him and naturally understood its intention.
Nowadays, although everyone present knows that he has a different identity, they still keep it secret in a tacit understanding.
But if real efforts are made to investigate thoroughly, many innocent people will be implicated.
Wang Song was warning himself that if he stayed away from Ti Xing Si, he could turn a blind eye or close an eye to him. But if he continued to pester him, he would not be able to help him.
He raised his hand and took the photo that looked like a fake, but also looked like a sword hanging over his forehead.
At this moment, a whip was blown outside the door to clear the way, and an angel arrived, carrying a message from the Holy Father.
The excitement in the Criminal Division today was like a wave in the sea, rising and falling without stopping.
The crowd that was about to disperse just now gathered together again.
No matter inside or outside the punishment department, no matter men, women, old or young, everyone was lying on the ground, shouting "long live the mountain".
Only a single white shadow remained, standing alone among the crowd, aloof from the world.
The regent, Wang Song, has received the saint's personal approval and does not need to kneel down to receive the edict.
"I heard that the person who had been executed by the Criminal Division for three days had restored peace to the capital. I was very happy and happy. So I left a few things in my private treasury and gave them to the public."
The people in the Punishment Department once again shouted long live, and Wang Song stood aside, nodding and lowering his eyes to listen quietly.
"Yin Yuqian, the Secretary of the Criminal Division, can handle big things without fixing small details. He is a tool for generals. He can sharpen it to reflect things, but he can also contain them. This is the standard for a woman in this world. She is specially given a dress and a gold and jade crown.
Dressed in Xiangyun gauze palace attire."
The servant behind the angel presented two clothes and one crown.
"Ti Xing Si Wu Ya Wei Tong Yaoguang, his character is resolute, his character is brave, and he is given a sword in front of the emperor."
"Sui Feng, the deputy commander of the Wuya Guards of the Criminal Division, is extremely loyal and courageous. I will give you a sword for the emperor."
"Xingsi Wuya Wei Boyi——"
Having said this, Wang Song's figure moved slightly, his head buried in a faint smile.
Not to mention Yu Qiansi and Boyi, even Yu Anning who was lying on the ground was startled.
Sage...why did he specifically mention Boyi?
Recalling the last chance encounter in Pingkangfang, the princess, who is now a beautiful woman, unknowingly had a thin layer of sweat on her back, but it was so cold that she couldn't help but shiver.
For a moment, everyone in the hall was thinking a lot, but the angel's chanting did not stop.
"...If you have a great talent and a strategy that is not limited by humiliation, I will be given a hundred taels of silver."
"Sir Nianyu is ill, and he has been granted permission to enter the palace with three others to express his gratitude three days later."
The lingering sound subsided quickly, but it was still invisible, swirling in everyone's minds.
Give one hundred taels of silver.
Is this... gone?
As the greatest meritorious official, Master Yu, in addition to being compared to the capable ministers of the past in his oral instructions, also gave him two pieces of clothing?
The angel smiled respectfully: "Are you too happy? Are you still not accepting the reward?"
Everyone in the hall with different expressions shouted once again, and accepted their rewards one by one.
The angel relieved his errand and then smiled and saluted Wang Song: "My young master, are you okay? Your Majesty heard that your old illness has recurred, and you are thinking about him very much."
Wang Song nodded slightly and accepted it.
He had always been taciturn, and the angel was used to it. He smiled and continued: "Your Majesty is very pleased to hear that Master Yu solved the case so quickly. It's a pity that you haven't returned to court yet, so you can't summon your subordinates to discuss the decree, and you can't bear to worry about your illness.
I was thinking about the trivial matters in the court, so I thought of this method, and opened a private treasury to verbally reward him. It was too late, and it did not chill the hearts of the meritorious generals."
"It is as it should be. Your Majesty did the right thing."
"Oh, your majesty will be happy for two or three days if he can hear this compliment from the young master. I will accept it for your majesty first."
After that, he bowed and left.
The group of people left Wuyangyang, taking with them three thousand things from the mortal world, and they stayed there for a long time.
There were crowds of people outside the door, as if they were expecting something.
Yu Qiansi nodded slightly, and Yaoguang immediately ordered someone to exchange a lot of copper coins and scatter them outside the door.
Everyone was having a lively scene outside the door, and auspicious words kept coming and going for a long time.
But in the hall, the faint sound did not break through the stagnation here, and the atmosphere was even worse before the angel came.
Seeing that the momentum was not right, Shang Fu couldn't bear to miss the big show. When he huddled in the corner, he didn't forget to pull Yu Aning, who was stunned on the spot.
Boyi looked at the one hundred taels of silver on the red silk tray and couldn't figure out what he meant.
"Asi, what do you think?" In the end, it was Wang Song who broke the silence first.
The saint just now clearly stood up for Boyi, which can be regarded as acknowledging Boyi's identity as Wuyawei.
But if we look closely, the sage did not explain everything clearly.
As long as he wanted to, there were plenty of ways to make Boyi leave.
But he suddenly changed his mind. He wanted to know what Yu Qiansi was thinking.
Separated by a door, there is a sea of suffering and rough waves inside.
The sentient beings outside the door are full of joy and return home happily.
"Do you want him to stay?"
This question is even more straightforward.
Everyone in the hall held their breath, waiting for an answer.
Boyi's eyes still didn't leave Yinliang, but his heart was raised and he couldn't breathe calmly.
"Bo Yi does have some skills and is a good hand in helping me investigate cases. What's more, His Majesty has made a decree now. If we don't listen, will the young master have to fall out with Your Majesty over these trivial matters?"
Yu Qiansi frowned and thought for a long time, speaking in a clear tone.
The original intention is to discuss the matter, and to put an end to the matter.
But the listener was interested, which made the situation even more tense.
Boyi laughed at himself, saying that she planned everything carefully for Wang Song, while she was really just doing "trivial matters".
"Okay, then I'll listen to you and let him stay."
After Wang Song finished speaking, what he remembered in his mouth was only the first half of her sentence. After sipping it for a long time, he tasted a little astringent, just like her favorite tea foam.
Before leaving, he did not forget to say: "When you enter the palace, don't forget to bring some cakes."
Turning around and leaving, the thin white shadow gradually merged with the skylight outside the door.
I don't know if it was a sigh from a spectator or someone else, but it lingered in the hall, pulled out hundreds of times, and then fluttered into the dust, splashing red dust.