The prefect took a step back, shocked by that look.
He has never seen such a look on this woman He never saw this look at all Wenren Qianjue took a step forward, the smile on his lips was extremely cold: "Sir, why don't you speak?"
She hates this kind of powerful dog, and she has obviously come from a poor scholar to where she is now.
But he forgot the hardships he suffered back then, and thought that as long as he was good at climbing, he could join the aristocratic society.
There are two attitudes towards the upper and the lower.
As a parent official, I don’t care about the common people’s affairs.
How can the people still live?
What's more, a true aristocratic society will not accept such a flattering and ignorant villain.
Just think of him as a real dog The prefect was forced to retreat by her.
Remembering Wen Ren Xuexi's instructions, he straightened his back instantly: "Don't talk nonsense.
The files are confidential and not for people like you to read."
Seeing that his tone finally softened, Wenren Qianjue took out a small golden fan and said, "Do you know this?"
As soon as the magistrate saw the little golden fan, his straight waist immediately relaxed, and he forced a smile: "I didn't know that Miss Wenren was sent by the emperor.
Just check the file.
I'll ask someone to get it for Miss Wenren."
As he displayed the small golden fan, Wenren Qianjue pointed at the fat face of the magistrate: "Seeing the golden fan is like seeing the emperor.
If you dare not to kneel down, are you despising the emperor?"
The magistrate was startled, gritted his teeth casually and whispered: "Wenren Qianjue, don't go too far."
I want him to act like a magistrate and kneel in front of a loser in the street.
No he won't do that.
"Hmm."
Wenren Qianjue's indifferent eyes swept over the golden fan, looking a little bored: "The next time I see the emperor, maybe I'll tell you if I'm in a bad mood."
Seeing the magistrate arguing endlessly with Wenren Qianjue, a good-for-nothing, at the door, a few busybodies had gathered over to watch the fun.
But could the thing in that waste's hand be the emperor's belongings?
The magistrate gritted his teeth and stared at Wenren Qianjue, but she looked unmoved.
Finally, in full view of everyone, the magistrate slowly knelt down and said to the golden fan: "Long live the emperor."
There were gasps all around Oh my God, what did they see?
The magistrate's face turned red as he listened to the sounds around him.
When he looked up at Wen Ren Qianjue, his teeth were already chattering: "That's all right."
A large group of onlookers instantly gathered.
The magistrate, who is usually arrogant and domineering, actually knelt down in front of the street in front of that good-for-nothing Wenren Qianjue.
They all rubbed their eyes and pinched other people's thighs, thinking they were dreaming.
This matter will definitely spread throughout the capital tomorrow Wenren Qianjue leaned over and looked at the prefect's face full of hatred: "It's not me who is kneeling down what you said, sir."
After that, he put away the little golden fan and walked past him indifferently.
She didn't want to look at this kind of person again.
Only power can bring him to his knees, so he can walk on his knees under power.
The ghost-faced man followed suit, his eyes filled with strange emotions.
Treat others in their own way.
He liked this woman's use of power.
Just now, the killing intent in her eyes was real.
What he wants to know more is, if there is no little golden fan, what method will she use to give the prefect a blow?
Wenren Qianjue walked into the mansion, and the prefect immediately stood up and shouted at the onlookers: "You guys are looking at everything, so get out of here!"
Instead of dispersing, the crowd around them gathered even more.
Everyone wants to see if there is any good show.
This kind of good show is rare to see in thousands of years.
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The magistrate was so annoyed that he waved his hand and called the guards beside him: "Get them all away."
He walked into the gate of the mansion.
The thick file fell in front of Wenren Qianjue, and the prefect said sarcastically, half mockingly: "It's all here, Miss Wenren, take your time and read it."
He deliberately did not arrange the files in chronological order.
These things were enough for Wenren Qianjue to look at for a while.
Wenren Qianjue looked at the vast pile of files in front of him and touched his nose.
No so much How many cases have been committed in Beijing?
When I opened it, I saw that they were all ancient traditional Chinese characters, which made her look less fast.
I opened the first case first, and it turned out that it was all trivial matters.
For example, Lao Zhang stole Lao Li’s chicken and blamed it on Lao Wang next door.
This will have to wait until the Year of the Monkey has passed.
By the time she finishes reading, the day lilies will be cold, okay?
Taking a deep breath, she supported her chin and shook her head at the file in front of her.
If this didn't work, she had to find a way.
In the quiet room, there was only the sound of turning the pages of a book.
Wenren Qianjue looked around and saw that the ghost-faced man had taken a file and flipped through the pages carelessly, his fingers never stopping.
She said in confusion: "Didn't you mark the page number when you counted the pages?"
The ghost-faced man didn't say anything.
He quickly flipped through the file in his hand and placed it in front of her: "Just turn a page."
Wen Renqian had absolutely no idea what he was going to do, so he opened a page casually: "Then what?"
The ghost-faced man lazily spit out two words: "Number of pages."
Wenren Qianjue tried to read out the page number.
The ghost-faced man said calmly: "The next day, the woman named Xin beat the drum three times according to the method described yesterday, and went to the court for the trial.
Her husband was timid and refused to come out, so the guards caught him at his home."
Wenren Qianjue opened her eyes wide.
Every word he said was written Not a single word left This man actually memorized it like this just by flipping through the book.
Is his head really still a living thing?
"You memorized it?"
Wenren Qianjue stared at the man in front of him with wide eyes.
The ghost-faced man stopped and spoke again: "If the guards catch him, he will be cowardly if he refuses.
He will be tried in court."
Let me go, this guy not only memorized it, but also memorized it like a stream.
Wenren Qianjue suppressed the shock in her heart, which was followed by ecstasy.
She grabbed the ghost-faced man by the shoulders and shook him wildly: "I leave it all to you.
You can finish it soon."
The ghost-faced man glanced lightly at the woman's hand holding his shoulder.
Suddenly she felt that she didn't want to live anymore.
Wenren Qianjue let go of his hand and pushed a bunch of files in front of him with a smile.
He yawned and found a random book to read lazily, treating it as a joke.
When she was drowsy, she suddenly heard the trial starting in the front hall.
An old man's voice came to his ears: "Master Qingtian, you must make the decision for me!
My daughter is getting married soon, but she disappeared inexplicably." get married disappeared inexplicably
Wenren Qianjue suddenly woke up, no longer sleepy.
The first thing she thought of was the body of the white-haired old woman in girl's clothing in the mass grave.
At this time, another dissatisfied voice sounded: "Forget it about your daughter, what if I lose my son?"
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"Your son must have abducted my daughter."
"Bah, I don't even care what my daughter looks like and I gave it to my son for free.
He doesn't even want it."
Bang.
Dissatisfied voices shouted: "How dare you hit me?"
Then, the two men struggled with each other.
Wenren Qianjue had already appeared in the hall and asked calmly: "Old man, you said your daughter was lost, when was she lost?"
Suddenly a woman's voice was heard in the lobby.
Both of them were stunned.
The old man said: "Just last night, Xiaohui was supposed to get married today.
Who would have thought?"
There is unspeakable sadness in the cloudy old eyes.
Wenren Qianjue's expression froze.
Wasn't that when she saw the ownerless coffin last night?
She continued to ask: "What clothes was she wearing before she disappeared?"
The old man looked at Wenren Qianjue and saw that she was not wearing an official uniform.
Seeing that the prefect did not speak, could it be that the prefect's family members could only reply: "Xiaohui was wearing a wedding dress when she disappeared."
Wenren Qianjue's inner alarm rang, and she asked the last question: "What is the pattern of the wedding dress?"
The old man was even more puzzled.
Instead of asking where people were, she was interested in clothes.
Still couldn't help but say: "There are peonies embroidered on it, and there are Luan and Phoenix birds on the chest."
Wenren Qianjue narrowed her eyes, and after a long while, she said, "Maybe I know where your daughter is."
"What?"
The old man was shocked in an instant, and his eyes widened in shock, as if he couldn't believe it.
He took a step back, his face full of disbelief, and shook his head: "It's impossible, sir, who is she?
How could she know where the little girl is?"
The magistrate glanced at Wenren Qianjue and said, "Miss Wenren, I still have to try the case normally, so you have too much to do."
Wenren Qianjue walked down the stage step by step: "I took over this case."
Another middle-aged man with simple clothes and a scholarly demeanor asked anxiously: "Does that girl know where the child is?"
She stopped and said, "Come together."
Wenren Qianjue took the prefect and several government officials, as well as old men and middle-aged men, and rushed to the mass grave.
Along the way, the old man's face turned horribly pale and he was completely speechless.
Just looked around in horror.
His wrinkled hands were clenched from time to time, and he was so nervous that his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
He didn't want to see that fact.
Wenren Qianjue said nothing.
A person with white hair giving a person with black hair is probably the most painful thing in the world.
She found the location according to the route in her memory, and her eyes flashed.
No, the soil on the coffin seemed darker in color, as if it had been turned over not long ago.
Was it the time she covered it last night?
The prefect was panting from exhaustion, pointed to the ground and asked: "Here" Wenren Qianjue nodded, but he had a vague intuition in his heart that the coffin might have been taken away.
The prefect waved his hand, and the two government officials started digging.
The old man had been standing quietly by the side.
Now that he was in front of the grave, he seemed to be disheartened.
His face was pale, but he was very quiet.
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Not long after, the officials' shovels touched something.
Digging it out, it was the same coffin we saw last night Wenren Qianjue breathed a sigh of relief and pushed the coffin away with his own hands.
The prefect was curious and took the lead to take a look and sneered: "Miss Wenren, where is he?"
Wenren Qianjue's hand paused.
The corpse of the old woman I saw last night has completely disappeared.
As if everything I saw last night was just a dream The prefect did not miss this opportunity and kept sneering: "Miss Wenren, you have traveled thousands of miles to get us here.
You don't just want to show us the coffin, do you?
What does this have to do with Old Man Li's daughter?"
Wenren Qianjue looked back: "Maybe I saw it wrong." 88 The scene last night did happen, but who was it?
After that, the body in the coffin can be removed.
At this time, Old Man Li breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.
He didn't stop and fell to the ground: "I feel relieved now.
I thought it was Xiaohui lying inside."
"Wrong" the prefect sneered and continued to be sarcastic.
Wenren Qianjue wasn't listening, all her attention was on the coffin.
I glanced around and saw a touch of red hanging on a nail in the corner of the coffin.
He reached out and took off the red piece, which was the bright red fragment of the wedding dress
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