Dayong Nu sentenced to death

Chapter 11 Lame Zhao Ping!

Clouds cover the waning moon, and mist covers the brilliance.

A gust of wind came from nowhere, blowing over the hills lined with steles outside the city, over the moss-covered city wall, and blowing into the low wall of the tavern at the end of Nikou Lane.

The wind passed, the sand and gravel wiped the ground, and the fallen leaves swirled.

The woman sitting cross-legged in the courtyard danced wildly with black hair, her sleeves fluttering, but her body remained motionless like a rock, and all the broken leaves and flying flowers turned into powder in an instant when they were three feet away from her, scattered in the dust middle.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Yan couldn't help sighing: "Where do you think she learned her martial arts? Could it be that there are some peerless masters hiding in this remote place?"

"do not know."

Qi Chi, who was dressed in black, sat on the branch of a tree, closed his eyes and meditated, and lazily replied.

"Her method of autopsy in court is amazing, is it really Master Su who taught her?"

"do not know."

"The people sent to investigate the news have not come back after so long. The efficiency of the dark hall has not been working recently."

"do not know."

Zhu Yan, who received the same answer in a few words in a row, was very dissatisfied, pulled his sword tassel and said casually: "Master Su, the position of Minister of the Death Penalty Department will continue to be vacant, who do you think is most likely to take over? Qi's? From the Cui family? From the Zou family?"

"do not know."

"Could it be from the Shen family, the Fu family, or the Duan family?"

"do not know!"

Xichi gradually became impatient.

Zhu Yan was used to his cold face, and said with a smile: "As the young master's capable general, why don't you know anything, how can you do things for the young master in the future? Are you still a man?"

"I've said it all, I don't know, are you annoying..."

"Oh~~ I don't know if it's a man."

Zhu Yan groaned with a smile, deliberately dragging out a long and tactful ending, and swept his eyes wantonly somewhere. Only then did Qi Chi realize what he was asking, his pale and handsome face instantly flushed red, and he swung his fist at Throwing at that smiling face, "You talk, you're looking for a fight!"

"Really? Me! No! I know! I know..."

Zhu Yan imitated his tone just now and finished speaking, turned her head to avoid the hunting fist style, and made a grimace, "Be quiet, if you disturb the young master or Miss Su, then your crime will be serious."

"Bamboo Banquet!"

"I'm here!"

"Go out and fight, see if I don't kill you."

"You are so violent, why do you beat people when you disagree? I really don't want to play with you..."

The depressive shouting and fist-playing words intertwined, two figures jumped up and down, chasing left and dodging right, the branches and leaves of the tree shadows swayed, and there were occasional cracking sounds.

Beside the stone table not far from the shadow of the tree, Yan Yun rested his forehead with one hand and closed his eyes for a nap.

The brocade sleeves, which were as soft as clouds, slid down his arm, revealing a small part of his wrist. The wrist was condensed with snow, slender and exquisite yet skinny, and it melted into the moonlight. To be clear.

Suddenly, the hand moved.

At the same time, Su Rao also finished adjusting her breath, slowly opened her eyes, and looked out the door.

A figure came quickly in the darkness, and threw the person under his arm on the ground, "My lord, this subordinate brought him here."

"Go down."

Yan Yun opened his mouth without lifting his eyelids.

The dark guard bowed to him, and his figure disappeared instantly.

The two people who were playing happily in the shadow of the tree stopped their hands at the same time when they heard the movement, and each found a place, pushing aside the leaves to spy on the movement below.

The man who was thrown on the ground sat up dazedly.

He had a square face, unshaven beard, and was so emaciated that he could barely hold up his clothes. Under the patched robe, his left leg was twisted at a strange angle. Obviously—he was crippled.

"Master Zhao, it's been a long time."

Before he could react, a figure loomed in front of him, pressing down like a black cloud.

The man rubbed his eyes, and tentatively called out: "You are... Miss Su?"

"it's me."

Su Rao responded immediately, and before she could speak again, the man tensed up all over, looking at her like an enemy, "In the middle of the night, you were the one who took me here? What exactly are you trying to do?"

"What does Mr. Zhao think I will do?"

Originally it was just a question, but seeing his overly excited reaction, Su Rao suddenly changed her words and asked thoughtfully.

"I, how would I know."

Zhao Ping swallowed his saliva with difficulty, stepped on the ground and shrank back, as if he wanted to stay away from her.

Su Rao leaned forward slightly, and her loose blue hair slid down her shoulders, almost touching his face, her voice was quiet and soft, and she whispered slowly: "If you really don't know, why are you hiding..."

"Don't come here."

Zhao Ping became a little anxious, his voice mixed with a little sternness, and he moved back faster.

Su Rao had no expression on her face, she looked at him quietly, and her footsteps moved towards him gently, "Mr. Zhao, I still want to listen to you now, but if you want to send you to court, you just want to say it, but you don't want to say it." People can hear it."

"You want to send me to see the official? Why!"

His moving body froze immediately, and he blurted out, "The murderer was Liu Tang, not me..."

Before the words fell, it stopped abruptly.

Su Rao's eyes suddenly brightened, Liu Tang!
It really is him!
She had guessed who the real culprit was when Sun Li faked scratches in court and the county magistrate was eager to finalize the case, but compared to this, she cared more about Zhao Ping, who could say "Liu Tang murdered" so without thinking Words must not be as simple as a tip-off!
"When Liu Tang killed someone, you were there, right?"

Su Rao stared at him, paying close attention to every subtle expression on that face. After confirming her guess, she said firmly before Zhao Ping: "Don't be in a hurry to deny it, I know you are here."

"You know……"

Zhao Ping's facial muscles twitched strangely, and under the sharp eyes of those blades, he swallowed back the words that came to his lips, struggled for a long time, and gritted his teeth: "So what if I'm here? So what if you know? Anyway, I will never go to court to testify, if you want to find death, go yourself, don't drag me..."

"For the sake of the folks in the village, I would like to advise you that death cannot be resurrected, and the most important thing is to live well..."

Su Rao didn't answer, but stared at him fixedly, Zhao Ping's heart was bristling, and he turned his head unnaturally, "What are you doing looking at me like that? Did I say something wrong?"

"Master Zhao."

She suddenly said, "Three years ago, didn't you also know that people cannot be resurrected after death? Why did you go to the Yamen to sue the officials?"

"Because I'm stupid!"

These words pierced the deepest scar in Zhao Ping's heart like a needle prick. He pointed to his left leg, his face distorted almost ferociously, "See? This is the price of my stupidity! Don't you want to become Am I like this? Do you really think that Huanhua County is covered by a blue sky?"

The man's voice was somber, echoing endlessly.

He raised his head, met her gaze, and said sadly and loudly: "I tell you, no!"

"The dark clouds can't be driven away, can't be dispersed, and the sun can never shine in. You, me, Lian'er, Mr. Su, Mrs. Li, and those poor people who died tragically at the hands of the Liu family, this is the only way to go in this life. ..."

　I don't know what to say, I'm asking for a ticket, just Jiang Zi, the little cuties have a good time reading, okay?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)