Mu Yunhan seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "It's fine if it's nothing, otherwise I have good medicine for injuries. Shenxian Powder is excellent for external application or internal use."
"No, thank you madam."
Peng Bo was in a state of embarrassment and had some resentment towards Meng Jiashao. He ran to the back of the case with a ball of anger and saw that there was no chair, so he got angry at the yamen officer: "Where is the chair?"
Meng Jia glanced at him indifferently, and he immediately lowered his voice and said, "Why don't you quickly move a chair for the Imperial Envoy to sit on?"
The yamen servant hurriedly moved two chairs over, and Meng Jia took the honorable seat without being allowed to do so. Regardless of what Peng Bo looked like, he looked at Mu Yunhan coldly: "Why are Mrs. Anguo here?"
Mu Yunhan calmed down and ordered someone to push Master Han up and tell him what happened.
Peng Bo pretended to be curious: "Madam, you are really wise. You caught the Qi spies in one fell swoop. But I don't know how you knew that at that time and place, he took the money to bribe Ma Jingen's family?"
Mu Yunhan smiled slightly, lowered his eyes and scraped the foam from the tea, and said softly: "The county minister has not lived in the capital for a long time, so it is understandable that he does not know the magical powers of the Priest Palace."
This is a mockery of Peng Bo's low official position and his ignorance of Gu Fenglin's magical powers.
Peng Bo's already stiff face became even stiffer, and he said awkwardly: "It turns out that the priest had foreseen this."
Mu Yunhan raised his head, looked around everyone, and said calmly: "Mou is not talented, but he often goes to and from the palace, and he can still say one or two words in front of His Majesty.
Therefore, there are some things that I know very well in my heart. Now Qi is watching with eager eyes and wishes that I, Zhao, were not good.
All the people of Zhao should cheer up and be careful not to allow powerful enemies to take advantage of them. This person..."
She pointed at Mr. Han and said sternly: "He has ulterior motives, stirs up trouble, and attempts to commit rebellion and chaos. There are both human and material evidence.
Please also ask the imperial envoy and the county officials to treat him seriously, investigate clearly, and dig out the evil spies hidden behind him!"
What else could Peng Bo say?
Even if Master Han cried and complained that he was wronged, he, the superior officer, could not say anything for Master Han. He could only ask the government officials to escort him down in a hurry.
Mu Yunhan did not leave, however, and said in an official tone: "I will write a letter back to Beijing to inform the priest about this matter, and ask him to report it to His Majesty.
Therefore, I also request the Imperial Envoy and the County Lord to pay close attention to this matter and investigate the case as soon as possible to avoid His Majesty’s questioning and difficulty in explaining.”
Peng Bo hated her pretentiousness, but he could only give in: "Yes, yes, Madam, don't worry."
Meng Jia remained silent without saying a word, only clasping his hands on his knees and looking at Mu Yunhan intently.
Mu Yunhan felt a little uncomfortable when Meng Jia saw him, so he put down the tea cup and said: "I want to help the victims first, and I also ask the county to give me a list of victims and a list of property losses."
Just as Peng Bo was about to speak, he saw Meng Jia turning around and looking at him murderously.
So he shuddered and forced a smile and said: "Come here, hurry up and get the list of victims!"
Mu Yunhan took the roster, glanced at it briefly, and stood up to leave.
Peng Bo looked at her back, gritting his teeth secretly, "I'll make you crazy! I'll make you crazy for just a few days!" When the complainer comes to Beijing, haha...
Just as he was about to relieve his anger, he saw a clerk coming in a hurry and winked at him anxiously.
Peng Bo's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition came over him. He hurriedly said to Meng Jia, "Sir, my officer's face hurts so much that he needs to apply a cold compress."