In her hand, a small golden fan exuded a moving luster, like some kind of body-fixing technique, which held all the government servants present in place.
In the lobby, Wenren Qianjue was surrounded by a circle.
She stood proudly among them, with a sneer on her lips.
Someone among the onlookers recognized him: "This is the small fan that Wenren Qianjue was holding when he asked the prefect to kneel down."
The prefect's face immediately turned red when he heard the noisy discussion of the day's events outside.
Ever since he took up this official position and acted arrogantly, nothing has ever caused him such great disgrace.
That day at the gate of the government office, he knelt down in humiliation, determined to get it back twice as much from this woman.
Wenren Qianjue walked closer step by step with the small golden fan in her hand.
She once told herself in her heart that when dealing with this person, she should let him walk like a dog under the pressure of power.
She still thinks so now The prefect was very angry, staring at the little golden fan in her hand with eager eyes, but there was nothing he could do.
Wenren Xuexi finished drinking the tea, put down the tea cup in her hand, and then said leisurely: "Sister Qianjue, this is your fault.
Since you acknowledged the prefect's words, you still used the right to handle the case granted by the emperor to excuse yourself. " After hearing this, the prefect had an idea and immediately ordered the government officials: "This witch is abusing the rights granted by the emperor.
We can't hurt the emperor's little golden fan, but we can arrest her."
The government officials brought killing sticks and beat Wenren Qianjue all over his head and face.
The little golden fan in Wenren Qianjue's hand unfolded gracefully, and wherever they hit his head, legs, the little golden fan stretched out.
The officials were all panicked, and almost stopped several times.
They almost hit the little golden fan who dared to hit the emperor.
Wouldn't that be a crime of losing his head?
In the end, I had to give up.
Wenren Qianjue elegantly fanned the wind with a small gold fan, feeling relaxed and content.
The arrogance and demeanor of looking down on the world stunned the people who were watching.
This is still the unchaste good-for-nothing rumored to be That good-for-nothing who chased after the Fourth Prince, begging for his love.
No one is blind, and they can see the amazing transformation that happened to her.
This woman will never be bullied by them at will like before.
The prefect laughed angrily, stood up behind the public case, and slammed the table: "Wen Ren Qianjue, how dare you resist arrest?"
Behind the little golden fan, her eyes suddenly became charming and rippling, making people's hearts skip a beat.
Wenren Qianjue brushed up a few stray strands of his hair and said with a smile: "Mr.
Magistrate, whatever you say is true no matter how angry you are, but there is no direct evidence to prove that I killed someone.
It's not enough to arrest me just based on that."
It’s too much.”
Just now, she was heroic and easily resolved the crisis.
Now she was clearly acting like a little woman, and she didn't look a bit aggrieved.
What she said was so sweet that it made people feel that everything she said was right.
As a woman, if she doesn’t want to be a green tea bitch, she can be something else.
For example, you should also take advantage of your gender when appropriate.
Wenren Xuexi sat steadily in the chair, her fairy-like face was filled with a gesture of quiet listening, but her hands clenched the armrests so hard that her joints turned white.
You can tell how angry she is at this moment.
Wenren Qianjue looked at his sister who came to see her because she was "worried about something happening to her".
Tell her silently that the method you know is a woman's, so don't take your methods too seriously.
"Ahem, cough, cough."
The prefect choked and coughed twice before saying, "Why is there no direct evidence?"
He pointed at the gangster: "Li Er saw you kill someone."
Wenren Qianjue walked to Li Er meaningfully, and the little golden fan raised his chin: "You saw me kill someone with your own eyes."
Li Er's eyes dodge, only looking at the magistrate: "The villain saw her murder with his own eyes."
"That's not what you just said."
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Wenren Qianjue's face turned cold, and his ice-like eyes made Li Er tremble: "What you just said is that when Xiaozhu died, I happened to be in front of her, and touched her face with his hand."
Wenren Qianjue turned around and glanced coldly at the yamen servant: "As for when you came in, I was looking for the murderer who caused Xiaozhu's death."
"Miss Wenren, you were looking through Miss Xiaozhu's dowry at that time, so you are looking for the murderer."
The prefect smiled disapprovingly.
"right."
Wenren Qianjue walked to the middle of the lobby, her voice not too loud, but very firm.
The prefect touched his beard and sneered: "Don't think of us as fools."
Wenren Qianjue stepped closer, his eyes shining: "Sir, when you arrested me and came here, Old Man Li was with me.
Why did you rather call the yamen servant than Old Man Li when you summoned the witness?"
Some of the neighbors who knew Mr.
Li also asked: "Yes, yes, why don't you let Mr.
Li speak out?"
The prefect was a little flustered, and subconsciously glanced at Wenren Xuexi, and when he saw her quietly gesturing, he shouted: "Pass it to Mr.
Li."
Old Uncle Li knelt down in the lobby tremblingly, his eyes evasive.
"Now I ask you, you have to answer truthfully, what did you see in Xiaozhu's yard?"
the prefect asked confidently.
Old man Li seemed to be afraid to look at Wenren Qianjue.
He knelt in silence for a long time and suddenly said, "I saw Miss Wenren touch Xiaozhu's face, and then Xiaozhu died."
Wenren Qianjue stood there and instantly felt cold from head to toe.
She guessed that since Wenren Xuexi dared to let Old Man Li come up, she must have done something behind the scenes.
But she didn't expect that Old Man Li would really say such things without conscience.
He knew the cause of Xiaozhu's death very clearly.
"Wenren Qianjue, did you hear clearly?"
the prefect asked with a smile from the front: "Does this count as evidence that you committed a murder?
I don't know how you, a witch, did it, but it doesn't mean that it's not a murder if you didn't use the knife."
In Wenren Xuexi's smile, the government officials beat Wenren Qianjue.
In the chaos, all that could be heard was Old Man Li's choked apology: "I'm sorry, Miss Wenren, they threatened my son who is working outside.
Xiaohui is dead, and I only have a son."
Wenren Qianjue's face was expressionless.
She was busy and did not hesitate to test the rouge and gouache herself, not only for the fifteen-day appointment, but also to pursue a kind of justice.
But if even their biological parents treat them like this, what's the point of her pursuit?
No no She shook her head.
The reason why I want to investigate is not for their parents, but for the living lives themselves.
They shouldn't be abandoned by the world like this, not to mention, there are also heartbroken parents like Xia Yunrou and Xiaohui's mother.
Someone must repay the pain of those people.
The justice she wants is worthy of her own heart.
The killing stick was beaten down.
Wen Renqian never dodges, reaches out his hand and catches him The officer tried his best to hit it down, but she caught it with his bare hands, and he was dumbfounded.
In the silence, Wenren Qianjue turned back coldly.
That look was not a look that humans would give at all.
It was cold, silent, and filled with bloodthirsty and strong murderous intent.
The next moment, the killing stick was snatched from the Yamen servant's hand.
Wenren Qianjue raised his knees and hit hard, breaking the killing stick in his hand into two pieces.
Then he raised his hand and threw it.
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The sharp half of the stick was firmly inserted into the plaque on the prefect's head and kept shaking.
The four characters written on the plaque are: The mirror hangs high.
Everyone was shocked.
Wenren Qianjue didn't have any inner strength, but he was able to achieve this.
Is he a human or a ghost?
She clapped her hands, looked up at the four words coldly, and said with a sneer: "The mirror hangs high, whose god is hanging on it, and whose power is it to kill?
You occupy the position of parents and officials and don't handle human affairs.
For the sake of He framed me and even threatened the lives of others, hahaha, what a prefect!"
When the stick flew, Zhifu was so scared that he hid under the table.
At this moment, he climbed out of the bottom.
He was red and red arguing: "Hearing people, you, you, you dare to murder the court and you don't want to live."
The people watching remembered what the prefect usually did, and no matter how stupid they were, they understood what was going on, and they applauded one after another.
She played with the small fan in her hand.
Her natural ruthlessness made her look uniquely charming.
She turned her wrist and inserted the small golden fan into her waist.
She turned around and said, "I'm not in the mood to play with you today." , come back to me when you think of a more advanced trick."
Among the crowd, a person stood at the end wearing a black cloak, and his ghostly face was particularly conspicuous.
On the ghost face, the pair of eyes as dark as eternal night were like poppies in bloom, looking at her with amusement.
Wenren Qianjue's breath was stagnant, "Ci'ao, that's great.
I've been reading jokes here for a long time without even coming in to help her."
What kind of pig teammate is this?
She was about to leave when a voice behind her spoke slowly: "Sister Qianjue, no matter what, the prefect called you here for the sake of the people.
It's your fault for roaring in court.
Please apologize."
As soon as Wenren Xuexi opened her mouth, the situation immediately changed.
She also saw the man in the crowd.
He came just in time.
He threw himself into the trap.
Don't blame her for being rude.
There was no other meaning in what I just said, I just wanted to keep Wenren Qianjue alive so that I could bite him back.
Wenren Qianjue looked back, with a smile blooming on her lips: "I'm not as holy as my sister.
I'm just an ordinary person.
When facing people I hate, I just want to step on them and ask me to apologize, but I can't do that."
When he turned around again, the government officials had stopped him again.
She frowned and asked if she was done yet.
At this time, the ghost-faced man walked out from the crowd and stepped down as lightly as a cloud.
The dust under his boots seemed to be evaporated, and he threw it away, expanding a circle on the ground.
He walked closer to Wenren Qianjue step by step, as if he were walking in his own back garden.
He was casual and dignified, making people unable to help but wonder who this noble young master was.
But the government officials who surrounded Wenren Qianjue seemed to be pushed back by some force, and they dispersed uncontrollably.
The prefect was furious: "Why are you retreating?"
The government officials were frightened: "Sir, we don't know, it's just like there is a barrier separating us."
The ghost-faced man walked up to Wenren Qianjue without squinting, and said only two words: "Let's go."
The voice was so good that it seemed to melt away, making people's hearts itch.
He arrived early in the morning, how could he miss this wonderful show of watching small prey explode.
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However, the good show has been finished and he is tired.
If anyone wants to force him to watch it, they must not do it.
All that's left is to take this little prey home.
"Oh."
Wenren Qianjue rubbed her nose.
For some reason, she couldn't help but relax every time she was around him.
Wenren Xuexi saw that no one could stop the terrifying ghost-faced man.
The two of them were about to walk out of the government office, but the prefect was still angry and couldn't do anything.
She glared at the magistrate fiercely and said with all her viciousness: "Useless thing."
Then he stood up suddenly, frowned slightly, tears welled up in his eyes, and said with great grievance and worry: "Sister Qianjue, this man is the reason why you don't go home.
You would rather stay in that inn with him, let me Both his father and mother were worried and unwilling to give up on him, so they went home to take a look
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