In the clear sky and white sun, in a bright and clear world, is there any way to rob a girl in the street?"
Suddenly someone called for justice so loudly that everyone watching the excitement turned around and looked back.
But I saw a lame donkey chasing me all the way. There was a man on the donkey. Although he was only wearing a cloth robe and shoes, and his face was red from being bumped on the donkey, his face was still full of righteousness.
Someone in the crowd recognized him and whispered:
"Master Yan! This is Master Yan."
So someone got discouraged and said:
"It turns out it's him - Bai Wuyi is a scholar. Even if he gets second place in the exam, he's still a scholar."
Someone else made a fuss:
"Scholarship is useless? Then your son still takes the exam to be a scholar every year?
Why don't you ask him to find a shop and learn to be a waiter?
How about saving the money for his education and using it to buy wine and food?"
Some people also spoke for Yan Yan:
"Although Lord Yan's temperament is a little softer, he is still an official who loves the people.
Compared with that 'smoothing with a soldering iron', it's tens of thousands of times better."
The one who liked to argue immediately retorted:
"Come on, if he really loved the people, he wouldn't have flattened Gusu City with a hot iron.
He doesn’t know how to write a letter to the emperor? This is how good officials on the stage act."
"Hey, don't worry about those useless things, okay?
Look, this little nun with hair is so pretty. Oh, those arms are like white jade bars, tsk tsk tsk... tsk tsk tsk..."
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Yan Yan panted and chased closer. He glanced at the old horse on the ground, which was so exhausted that he vomited blood and died, and then glanced at Miaoyu, who was disheveled and with tears on his face. He felt it was extremely indecent, so he quickly turned his head to avoid it, and turned towards returning.
Zou Sen, holding a horse whip, shouted:
"How unbecoming is such violence on the street! How unbecoming!"
"Carrying a bucket? I don't know how to carry water, why should I carry a bucket?"
Zou Sen chuckled and was too lazy to talk nonsense to the nerd Yan Yan. He turned around and waved to the guard:
"Take the prisoner away!"
Miaoyu knew that if she was taken into Zou Sen's residence, she was afraid that she would not be able to escape, so she could only hold on to the carriage tightly and not let go, struggling so much that she even lost her other shoe.
In desperation, he opened his throat and cried desperately:
"Save people! I'm not a runaway slave! I'm a nun from Panxiang Temple!"
Zou Sen stepped forward to pick up Miaoyu's embroidered shoes and smelled them at the tip of his nose. He felt a bone-piercing and soul-piercing fragrance, and he suddenly felt relaxed.
He licked his lips and said with a smile:
"You said you are a little nun?
Then why don't you shave your head? Then why do you smell so good all over your body?
You should let everyone on the street take a look. Who has seen such a coquettish nun?"
Some people on the street sympathized with Miaoyu when they saw how pitiful she was crying, while others inevitably curled their lips and looked down upon her:
"Really? If you don't shave your head as a nun, how can you be a serious nun?"
Someone else whispered:
"I heard that there is a little nun who looks like a fairy in Panxiang Temple. Is this her?"
While he was talking, the coachman who had been robbed of his carriage also came up all the way. When he saw that the old horse he relied on to make a living had died of exhaustion on the spot, he immediately beat his chest and wailed:
"Oh my god, this is killing people!
How can our family live without horses? Oh my God!"
In despair, he rushed forward and tried to fight Zou Sen, but was kicked to the ground by a government servant on the side:
"It is only natural for the imperial court to requisition your carriage when handling a case!
How dare you not cooperate in the face of great right and wrong?"
Zou Sen took the opportunity to step forward, whipped the groom over the head and face with a whip, and cursed:
"How brave! How dare you attack the great master of the imperial court!
If I don’t teach you a lesson today, won’t you be tempted to rebel in the future?”
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Yan Yan is a nerd, but he only speaks with righteous words. Yan frowns and angrily says:
"It's just expropriation, why do we still beat people?
Documentation is required when handling a case!
You need evidence to take someone!
People’s property cannot be requisitioned at will,
You can’t just slander someone’s innocence!”
Zou Sen gave Yan Yan a roll of his eyes and curled his lips contemptuously:
"Master Zou is handling the case seriously, and I have no time to pay attention to your vain ideas.
If you need documents or evidence, my brother-in-law will ask me for them, it’s not your turn to meddle in your own business!
You'd better just ride on your lame donkey and go to the countryside to persuade the farmers!"
As he spoke, he threw the riding whip to the coachman who was crouched on the ground, raised his head and waved his hand, and asked the guards to tear Miaoyu out of the carriage and go to the government office.
Yan Yan was so angry that he was shaking all over, chasing after Zou Sen and angrily yelling:
"Zou Sen!
You are just a supervisor in the inspection office, only responsible for taxation.
Controlling soldiers, arresting people, and catching thieves have nothing to do with you. Why do you lead the magistrate's Yamen police officers to arrest people on the street? And why..."
At this time, a woman's sharp voice suddenly came:
"Let Master Miaoyu go! I prove that she is not a runaway slave! The abbot of Panxiang Temple can also prove it!"
When everyone heard that there was still excitement behind them, they hurriedly turned around to follow the sound, and saw that the woman chasing them was almost exhausted, but her appearance was not as beautiful as Miaoyu, and there was another uproar.
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Zou Sen smiled crookedly:
"Oh, you came here to prove that she is not a runaway slave?
Why do I look at you like a runaway slave?"
Pointing at Xing Xiuyan, he turned around and shouted to the Yamen servant:
"Master Yan said that our prefect's Yamen is a place where the king's law is enforced. Since this person is very suspicious, let's take her back and let's examine her carefully."
Xing Xiuyan was shocked:
"How do you arrest people out of thin air?"
"Out of thin air? With your red lips and white teeth, you dare to say that I am 'out of thin air'?
Just because you 'slandered court officials', you have truly violated the royal law that Mr. Yan just mentioned, and you should be arrested and interrogated for a thorough investigation!"
Yan Yan was so angry when he saw that Zou Sen could do so much in the name of "King's Law" that he couldn't think of what to say, so he just stamped his feet:
"This...this..."
But he was still a just man. When he saw the government officials approaching like wolves and tigers, he stretched out his hands to protect Xing Xiuyan, whom he had never met before.
Although the government officials all wanted to fawn over Zou Sen, they all knew that Yan Yan was an official of the imperial court, so who dared to offend him? They had no choice but to bluff for a while, and acted like a hawk catching a chicken in the street.
Zou Sen rolled his eyes:
"Forget it, let's go back to the Yamen first."
People grabbed Miaoyu who was crying desperately and left.
But when he turned around, he noticed that Yan Yan was not paying attention and winked at the two government officials beside him.
The two government officials bypassed Yan Yan and arrested Xing Xiuyan.
Yan Yan was so angry that he stepped forward and grabbed Zou Sen:
"You bully!"
Zou Sen sneered:
"I am handling the case in accordance with the king's law, please don't slander me, Mr. Yan!"
Yan Yan was so angry that his face turned purple, his lips turned blue, his whole body was shaking, and he almost fainted. But facing a scoundrel like Zou Sen who used "Wang's Law" as a cover, he couldn't explain the truth, and his background was not as strong as anyone else's.
It's even more impossible to win a fight. There's really no way around it.
Zou Sen shook off Yan Yan, who was like a dead tree, and laughed triumphantly:
"Speak of the King's Dharma! We are all the ones who always talk about the King's Dharma hahahaha!"
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"Pa-pa-pa-pa-"
Applause began unhurriedly.
Immediately, another more unhurried voice came:
"Gusu is indeed a place where the king's teachings are taught. It's an eye-opener! It's an eye-opener!"
People all over the street suddenly became more energetic.
Oh my God!
After this wave of excitement, there was another wave of excitement!
Some people were so excited that they didn't even see who was speaking, so they started to cheer loudly.
Amidst the cheers from everyone, one person said slowly:
"Niehai Bailian Jia Lian can meet Lord Yan on the street. What a coincidence, what a coincidence."