Facing the young scribe's resentful eyes and silent accusations, Qi Shan was also filled with sorrow. He was wrong in the first place, and he was even more speechless at the moment. What should he say? He said that his vision was not very good. Before, he was speechless. None of the seven chosen protagonists work?
Or do you want to reaffirm that this is okay now?
The young man was shocked on the surface, but was shocked on the inside - when had she ever seen a prayer book that was speechless and felt guilty?
The young scribe said: "Now I don't want you to return a country. You can just return all my losses one by one."
Qishan still gave the same answer.
He is now so poor that one person has enough to eat and the whole family is not hungry.
It's really worthless.
If the young scribe doesn't mind the trouble, he can stay. He can pay off his fortune gradually when he gets rich.
The young scribe obviously disagreed with this decision, and pretended to smile evilly: "Do you want money? That's fine, or even your life."
Qi Shan shook his head: "My Lord will not agree."
The young scribe clicked his tongue slightly boredly.
At this time, the waiter started to serve the food.
These recipes are also leaked from the government offices. Although the color, aroma and taste are not as refined as the government chefs, they are almost a dimensionality reduction blow for the people who are short of food. However, Longwu County is too poor, and only a few people can afford it.
Except for the young lady of the Zhao family, the other four people present were either literary scholars or courageous warriors, and naturally they had an astonishing appetite.
Young scribes were not polite either.
Frankly speaking: "Eat with openness, and pray for good fortune if you are poor."
Only then did Qishan notice the young lady from the Zhao family.
He vaguely felt that the other person's appearance looked familiar.
The young scribe thought he was harboring unhealthy content in his mind, so he explained: "I got to know this young man halfway."
Qishan asked her: "What's your surname, Xiaolang?"
The young lady of the Zhao family said: "My surname is Zhao. My family is well-established. If you don't mind, sir, just call me Dalang Zhao..."
"Zhao?"
Qi Shan subconsciously thought of Zhao Feng.
However, Zhao Feng's rugged man was completely different from the young man in front of him. Just as he was about to ask him where his ancestral home was, a sudden noise broke out outside the restaurant. Some people screamed for help, while others yelled obscenities, mixed with the words "beat to death". Class words.
Qi Shan frowned and stood up.
Put up the window and look outside.
The crowd gathered around to watch the show.
An old woman was holding a stick to beat another woman in her thirties, cursing and spitting. There was also a young and handsome woman holding a baby in her arms, standing on one side and crying. The old woman was thin, but her hands and feet were flexible. Vigorous.
The woman was beaten until she was unable to fight back, and her clothes were torn off. She begged for mercy repeatedly, but the old woman refused.
"What's going on outside?"
The waiter who brought the food was smiling.
"My distinguished guest doesn't know that the people making the fuss below all live on the west side of the city. The one who was beaten and scolded was a widow. Speaking of which, she was quite pitiful. Her man died a long time ago, and she was also raped by those beasts like Shiwu... Alas, there is only one daughter in the family, and there is no independent man. Life is difficult for mother and daughter. I vaguely heard someone say that in order to earn a living for two people, she behaved in a dirty manner. The first one, her daughter was not The government office went to choose middle school crafts? She probably wanted to be proud, so she set up a stall and sold some gadgets. The other two were a mother-in-law and a daughter-in-law, and they were neighbors of the widow...I don’t know why they got into a fight..."
They also opened up the stalls where people were eating.
The young scribe also came up to take a look, and saw that he was torn into a ball: "Long Wu is indeed a strong folk custom."
It's hard to judge whether it's praise or criticism.
Qi Shan glanced at him, and was about to give the young man a wink, asking her to go down and take down the three of them - if it was an ordinary neighbor conflict, the government office would not be able to deal with it, but they were all clamoring for their lives, and the widow's daughter was a student in the school.
Can't ignore it.
However, before the young man could climb over the window and jump off, the crowd below suddenly separated. A girl rushed forward and pushed the old woman away, using her immature body to stop the old woman who was still trying to show off her ferocity. The old woman was pushed away by the girl without noticing, and she stared intently.
Look, he is grinning.
He spat and said with a ferocious expression: "Who else do you think you are? It turns out to be you, the bastard with an unknown father!"
"you--"
Pay close attention to the girl's appearance.
The facial features do have a bit of Shiwu characteristics.
But this proves nothing.
Longwu County is located on the border, and when the situation was still peaceful, the two tribes had frequent exchanges and exchanges. With more contact, marriage and fusion were inevitable. As time went by, a small number of people would naturally merge the blood of the two tribes, and they would
Continuing from generation to generation.
The widow's clothes had long been torn and her clothes were in a mess.
A small patch of gray is revealed.
Hearing the old woman's words, Jiang Huang's face suddenly turned pale.
The girl was also so angry that she was shaking all over.
The old woman was tearing her voice out, her wrinkled fingers pointing at the girl, her overly long nails almost poking her eyes: "I'll beat you bastard to death too!"
"Who gave you permission to touch my students?"
Restaurants, elegant rooms.
The young scholar had long noticed the handsome woman who came with the girl. He was stunned at first glance and wanted to stretch his neck out of the window. He patted Qi Shan on the shoulder and whispered excitedly: "Qi Yuanliang, Qi Yuanliang, this
Who is this girl?”
Qi Shan said: "Ning Yan, Ning Tunan."
The young scribe turned his head with a hiss, and the enchanting peonies on his head were all out of place: "How do you know someone's maiden name?"
"Colleagues, it's not strange for us to exchange names."
Young scribe: "Your colleague?"
He suddenly thought of Xu Jie's box of family letters, with a strange expression on his face: "Co-authored... Is your master really a daughter?"
The young lady from the Zhao family: "???"
Qishan said calmly: "What's wrong with my daughter?"
Tsk, I have never seen the world.
The young scribe was speechless by his calm attitude. He turned around and continued to watch the developments below. But when he saw the woman named Ning Tunan, she raised her hand and asked people to take down the old woman, her daughter-in-law, and the man who had been ignored by everyone, and take them down with her.
The widow, mother and daughter were sent to the government together to make a clear distinction.
The old woman was panicked at first, but she didn't know what she thought of, so she held her head high again and gave the widow a fierce look.
The young scribe was very interested: "Go and see the excitement."
Qi Shan was uninterested: "...What's so good about this?"
The man in this family cowardly stayed aside and allowed the old mother, wife and children to charge forward. He could roughly guess the contradiction inside.
He also warned the young scribes.
"Don't have any wrong ideas about Ning Tunan."
Dare to move?
Ning Yan can knock his head off.
The young scribe had an expression on his face: "You have such a dirty mind": "You don't understand. Who said that appreciating a woman means taking it as your own? I just admire her and want to make acquaintances and become friends. When can I Is it as dirty as you think?"
Qi Shan doubted: "Make friends?"
The young scribe raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Daring to serve as an official as a woman is commendable for your courage. How can you not be worth making friends with?"
As he said that, the people below almost dispersed.
Before leaving, Ning Yan glanced at a window of a nearby restaurant, and then lowered her head to comfort the girl with a gentle voice.
【Official Office】
Shen Tang had just finished finishing a bunch of work, rubbing her eyes and stretching. Before she could take a break, she heard the sound of drums. She suddenly became serious and called someone to ask, "What's going on outside?"
"An old woman in the west of the city sued her neighbor's widow."
Shen Tang ate two cakes in a hurry.
"What to sue for?"
Shen Tang set up a drum for the sake of public security in Ruyao. If there were any grievances, she could beat the drum to complain, and she would deal with it personally.
This is the first time it rings.
"The widow failed to seduce her son, but because of her love, she became jealous and plotted to kill her grandson... The old woman brought her daughter-in-law and young grandson to seek justice, but was blocked by Dean Ning. The old woman also wanted to sue Dean Ning, and she refused to defend him. Students don't care about right and wrong..."
This involves the college girls and the dean Ning Yan.