Chapter 68 The general trend is like a mountain, which can crush people to death
"You are the one who alarmed Ling Tailang on the fourth floor of Sheji Building!"
Secretary Lang, who was wearing a blue and white official uniform, felt a stinging pain in his eyes, as if needles were pricking him.
He staggered even more and almost fell to the ground.
The pair of spiritual eyes trained specifically for observing qi suffered backlash, making his eyes sore and swollen, and tears could not stop flowing from his eyes.
The others looked puzzled. Could it be that a close relative of Mr. Secretary Lang passed away?
Otherwise, how can we cry silently and feel extremely sad?
"Mr. Jin, what's wrong with you?"
Meng Changhe's attitude towards the people in Qintian Prison was quite polite, and he slightly restrained his arrogant and arrogant arrogance.
This group of Qi practitioners are all delicate and expensive, so it is not easy to find and train them.
Just like the alchemists and pharmacists of the Imperial Medical Bureau, they cannot be offended casually.
In fact, they really want to catch each other and fight each other.
Under the Grand Master, even ten Qi practitioners cannot defeat a military warrior of the same level.
But who said Qin Tianjian is the most important weapon of the country, and Sheji Tower is the most important treasure of the country.
It is natural for people to have a transcendent status and be superior to others.
"What is Mr. Jin? I am a secretary in the lower class, just a junior official of the seventh rank.
How can I be worthy of being called ‘Sir’ by thousands of adults! This is too much praise for me!”
Jin Lanzhou said while rubbing his eyes and frowning.
He was regretting in his heart why he wanted to take advantage of Meng Changhe and come here to mix in this muddy water.
Who could have imagined that this Ji Jiulang was actually the man with profound virtues mentioned by Lingtai Lang on the fourth floor of the Sheji Building of Qintianjian in the morning.
All the official documents and folders have been sent to the East Palace. If I follow Meng Changhe to "frame" this son, I won't be able to eat and carry around.
"you……"
Meng Changhe's smile froze and he felt embarrassed.
How come this qigong practitioner from Qintian Prison can fall out so easily when he falls out?
Do you really think of yourself as a big shot?
No manners!
"Jin Lan's boat is accustomed to steering according to the wind. Could it be that the sudden change is because of..."
Suddenly, Meng Changhe seemed to think of something.
His eyes sparkled with brilliance, and he looked fiercely at Ji Yuan, whose face looked like a flat lake.
The latter smiled faintly, cupped his hands and said:
"May I ask Secretary, how do I look?
Are his hands stained with blood and his ghost haunted by injustice, the real murderer of Lin Baihu?"
You are covered in blood and evil energy, and you have killed at least dozens of people.
The color of the palm is pitch black, with a strong sense of death and yin energy. It seems that it has killed several strange creatures.
He killed people without blinking an eye at the age of only fifteen. It's like a ghost. You actually have the nerve to ask me in person?
How shameless!
Jin Lanzhou was complaining in his heart, but his gentle face put on a kind smile and said with great determination:
"This Mr. Ji has a clear head and a clear head, and he is full of poems and literary works.
The complexion is red with purple, indicating great wealth and wealth.
If you have good facial features and outstanding appearance, you will surely prosper in the future.
Even if you can’t be the number one scholar, you still have to be a prodigy.”
He paused and ignored Meng Changhe's gloomy and terrifying face.
The Fusi in the south town supervises hundreds of officials, and the Fusi in the north town patrols and arrests. It would be very bluffing to tell people.
But I, the Heavenly Supervisor, watch the heavenly phenomena and determine the earth’s veins.
Every word and deed is related to the destiny of the country and its destiny.
In terms of status, he is not lower than your Heilongtai.
Jin Lanzhou couldn't help but straighten his back, showing a bit of pride, and continued:
"What is particularly rare is that Mr. Ji is young but has a kind heart and a good life.
Don't look at his stern features, as sharp as an eagle, but he is actually cold-faced and kind-hearted... How could such a talented person kill officials and rebel and trample on the king's laws!
In my opinion, it is purely slander and frame-up!"
In the last sentence, the secretary of the Qintian Supervisor said it with righteousness!
It's like there's an awe-inspiring energy gushing out of your body!
"Thank you very much, Secretary Lang, for speaking up. I believe you all know that Mr. Jin and I have never met each other and have not had any interactions.
Since he is willing to prove my innocence, every word he speaks must come from his heart and there will definitely be no lies!"
Ji Yuan pressed the knife with one hand and pointed the halberd at the furious Meng Changhe with one hand, and said in a sad and angry tone:
"Now the Qintian Prison has restored my innocence, and also restored the reputation of loyalty and martyrdom that the Ji family of Liaodong earned with more than a dozen lives!
Ji Yuan always firmly believes that there is righteousness between heaven and earth, and there must be justice under the court!
Even if someone holds power and wants to cover the sky with one hand, no matter how prominent or majestic he is, it is still no greater than the laws set down by the sages! It is no greater than the principles set down by the sages!"
With these words, Ji Yuan used his inner energy to activate his organs, and his voice almost echoed throughout the entire Nanmen Hutong.
The night was getting darker, and the neighbors who had closed their doors had seen a large number of Tiqi like tigers and wolves rushing into the alley and surrounding them.
Everyone was so frightened that they hid in their homes, not daring to poke their heads out for fear of getting into trouble.
But when you hear and feel the strong emotions contained in every word of Ji Yuan!
His heart is upright and unyielding! His spirit is courageous and unyielding!
It resonates with everyone!
Suddenly!
A cry of joy came from somewhere!
"That's right! Doesn't Jing Chao have no royal laws? Let you confuse right and wrong!"
"Tianjing has more than just one Yamen in Beizhen Fusi! The Five-City Military and Horse Department! The Criminal Department, the Yushitai, and the Dali Temple... I also know the way to these Yamen! If you don't believe it, there is no justice!"
"The word "official" has two words. It makes sense when you say it, and it makes sense when you say it down. But don't you know whether it is reasonable or not? Don't you know in your heart?"
"..."
For a moment, the scene was chaotic, and there was a sense of outrage and absurdity.
How could these bastards from the outer city have the guts to attack Lord Qianhu of Fusi in North Town?
It’s impossible to go against the grain!
"Ping Xiaoliu..."
The corners of Ji Yuan's mouth curled up slightly, and he heard the boy's voice among them.
Although he pinched his throat and changed directions several times, he couldn't hide it from the acquaintances he usually interacted with.
Vaguely, the noisy turmoil was mixed with arguments such as "seeking death", "go back quickly", "women are short-sighted" and so on.
"What a good means, good thoughts, what a...Ji Jiulang!"
Meng Changhe ignored the criticism from the unruly people. If he ordered everyone to be arrested, he would be tortured by the Yushitai gang tomorrow.
Commander Ao, who devoted himself to cultivating martial arts and becoming a master, was so angry that he might tear off his own head and play it as a ball.
After working in Heilongtai for so many years, Meng Changhe understood one thing very well.
Some things usually don’t weigh as much as four ounces if they don’t go on the scale, but once they go on the scale, they can’t stop weighing a pound!
He suddenly regretted that he should not have left any room for Ji Yuan, let alone think about breaking this boy's strong bones bit by bit.
If Wei Yang is to be defeated as soon as he enters the door, cut off his hand tendons and hamstrings, remove his mandibular joint, and take him back to Beiya to slowly process it.
How could we end up in such a situation? It's become impossible to get out of the situation.
Neither can we advance, nor can we retreat!
"It's still careless!"
Meng Changhe's expression was cloudy and uncertain.
No matter what, we definitely won't be able to capture anyone tonight.
Lang, the secretary of the Qintian Prison, testified Ji Yuan's innocence, the instructor of the Jiangwu Hall stood in front of him, and even hundreds of households in Fusi, Beizhen came to persuade him.
Not to mention that all the cavalry brought down their bows and crossbows, obviously not wanting to bear the reputation of being the aide of a tiger.
Inexplicably, the general trend became.
"What is fair in the world and what people want is what you, Master Qianhu, don't understand. Of course, you are too lazy to understand."
Ji Yuan said calmly with no expression on his face.
"Today you taught me a lesson. The little Tiqi took advantage of the situation and made me, a thousand households in Fusi, Beizhen, helpless and unable to control you.
Hahaha, we have a long way to go, and we will be closer and closer in the future."
Meng Changhe came closer and whispered.
The sinister look on his face suddenly disappeared, revealing a cheerful smile.
It seems that the past feud with Ji Yuan has been settled and there is no more bad blood.
"Since Mr. Jin from Qin Tian Jian said so, it must be a misunderstanding."
Meng Changhe glanced at Wei Yang, looked back at Cheng Qianli and Jin Lanzhou, clapped his hands and said:
"It's really not good to make such a big fuss. Let's call it a night and go back to the Yamen."
After that, he took out a few treasure notes from his arms and handed them to Ji Yuan as compensation.
But before the latter reached out to pick it up, the banknotes, which were only worth thirty or forty taels in total, were exchanged by Tongbao Bank and fell into the mud, soaked by dirty water.
"Sir Senhu, are you in a hurry to leave now?"
Ji Yuan took a step forward, stepped on the scattered treasure notes into the soil, and said as if he didn't care:
"Before, you agreed to apologize with your life and blood. Could it be that Qianhu, the dignified North Town Fusi, talks like farting?"
As he was about to leave, Meng Changhe, who had already walked to the door, his face twitched, veins burst out on his forehead, and the murderous intent in his eyes almost solidified.
He turned around slowly, as if gritting his teeth, and squeezed out every word:
"Ji Yuan, don't be so shameless!"
The young man from Liaodong whom Meng Changhe regarded as a weakling stood motionless in the courtyard.
The figure was blurred in the thick darkness of the night, except for a pair of sharp eyes that were as bright as stars, staring straight ahead.
He asked extremely firmly and seriously:
"Master Qianhu, it was you who stepped on my face first.
Now that you have lost face, shouldn’t you bend down and pick it up yourself?”