[R18] Dali Temple.Qing (Shuangjie solves the case 1v1) – “Dali Temple. Qing (Shuangjie solves the case 1v1)” Chapter 31 Support [English]

Lin Wanqing was startled, but still had the usual humble smile on his face, “Why do you always disbelieve in humble positions, sir?”

Su Moyi looked at her silently, with a complicated expression.

The sun was bright and the breeze was bright, but there was an icy road between them, so they could only stop at the same time.

After a long while, Su Moyi said in a deep voice: “Lin Lu asked me to trust you, but when did you ever trust me again?”

Lin Wanqing choked and was speechless.

“In that case,” Su Moyi sneered, “I won’t worry about Song Zhengxing’s case from now on.”

Mr. Su, who is resolute and resolute, does what he says and his actions are astonishing.At the same time as this decision was made, she was sent to a Dali Temple Cheng who was responsible for court records.

The court is different from Su Moyi’s side. By the time most cases arrive here, the witnesses and physical evidence are conclusive, and only the judge’s decision is left.

Lin Wanqing, who suddenly transformed into a writing tool, was buried in piles of confessions every day, feeling angry inside.

What’s even more annoying is that several times during this period, Lin Wanqing watched Su Moyi enter the study room, and she wanted to ask for permission, but Ye Qing, who looked helpless, told her, “My lord said he is not here.”

Okay…

Once Mr. Su’s bad temper comes up, no one can do anything about it.

It was impossible for her to tell Su Moyi the truth, and Su Moyi refused to let go.

She hasn’t seen Su Moyi for a long time. She wants to admit her mistake and give in, but she can’t do anything…

Thinking of this, Lin Wanqing sighed bitterly, feeling that the candied haws in her hand were no longer sweet.

“What’s wrong?” Liang Weiping, who was eating candied haws next to him, looked surprised.

“Nothing…” Lin Wanqing responded casually, tugging on Liang Weiping’s sleeve and saying, “Does Brother Liang have any connections with Jiaku?”

Liang Weiping, who was concentrating on chewing the candied haws, was pulled by her, and the bamboo stick that he put into his mouth was unexpectedly pushed in, directly piercing his throat, causing him to retching.

Lin Wanqing was startled and was about to pat him on the back when he saw him bite down three candied haws and, unable to move his tongue around, he held his neck and finished the meal.

“…” Lin Wanqing twitched the corner of her mouth and gave him the bunch of candied haws in her hand, “Brother Liang, if you like, eat one more. I, I’ve had enough…”

“Oh,” Liang Weiping took it without any politeness and started to chew on it one by one.

“There must be some, but I need to know what you want to do.”

“I…” Lin Wanqing was on the verge of tears, “Didn’t I change my Jia Li from Jingzhao Mansion to Dali Temple? But recently I seem to have offended that dog official again. You know that the officialdom always tends to follow the crowd. If you said he didn’t ask, or deliberately made a stumbling block, the official might have delayed my matter to a certain year or month.”

“Well,” Liang Weiping continued to chew on the candied haws, and echoed, “So what do you want?”

Lin Wanqing hurriedly said: “Brother Liang, I might as well ask someone to help me and see if the quota at Dali Temple is secured, so I can have some confidence in my mind.”

“What if not?”

“…” Lin Wanqing felt that she was instantly choked by this question.

Liang Weiping saw her sad face, silently dropped the topic, and led her straight to Jiaku.

Jiaku is a place set up by the imperial court to manage the archives of officials at all levels.Before Liang Weiping was transferred to Jingzhao Mansion, he was a clerk here.Therefore, I know a lot of people and can talk to them a few words.

It was lunch time when the two arrived, and the people in charge of Jia Li were changing shifts for meals.

Liang Weiping went for a walk outside and took Lin Wanqing directly to the case office where the A-Calendar was stored.Finally, he went to find an old acquaintance for information and asked Lin Wanqing to wait here.

In the summer afternoon, cicadas chirped on the trees, turning the sunlight into pungent stings, like thousands of bees buzzing around me.

Lin Wanqing was upset and walked to a half-open office to escape the heat.

A little reporter stopped her.

“Are you from Dali Temple?” He asked in a businesslike tone, his eyes falling on the token around her waist.

Lin Wanqing nodded vaguely, not knowing why.

The little recorder took a volume of books from the house, handed it to her and said, “This is what you Master Su wants.”

Without waiting for Lin Wanqing to wave his hand to explain, the clerk had already handed the things into her hands and said with a rather unhappy face: “Here are the appointment lists of Hongzhou governors over the years. I know that your family is busy with official duties, but we also need to sleep and eat, right?”

After saying that, he threw the thing away as if he lost his temper, and turned around and left, leaving Lin Wanqing with a dissatisfied back.

“…” Lin Wanqing, who had somehow taken the blame for the incompetent Mr. Su, held the volume in his hands and stood there in shock for a moment before he realized what he was doing.

Hongzhou governor?

Isn’t this the official position Song Zhengxing held before he was transferred to Shengjing…

With my thoughts together, I can no longer hold back my curiosity.

Anyway, the man handed it to her himself. She didn’t steal it or rob it. Besides, she was from Dali Temple. Taking a quick look at it, it shouldn’t be considered as peeping into secrets.

Lin Wanqing comforted herself, held her breath, and opened a corner of the book in her hand.

His eyes moved quickly and he scanned the last page of the list. Lin Wanqing’s eyes suddenly turned white and he could hardly stand.

There was actually the name of her biological father, Xiao Jingyan, in that pile of messy regular script!

Lin Wanqing thought she had read it wrong, so she walked to a sunny place and used the mottled sunlight to read the last page of “List of Appointed Governors” again──

In the thirty-seventh year of the Apocalypse, Xiao Jingyan, the general of the Jinwu Guard, was ordered to take over the post of governor of Hongzhou that year.

It’s written in black and white, clearly.

Her heartbeat stagnated, as if someone had hit her on the head with a stick, and she even forgot to breathe for a moment.

The cicadas screamed in my ears, tugging at my eardrums.

She rubbed the familiar name with her fingertips, and then woke up in a daze.

It turned out that his father had been appointed governor of Hongzhou and succeeded Song Zhengxing.

But he did not live to take office and died on unfounded charges.

Later, due to disaster relief, the court discovered that the official bank was fraudulent.

Hongzhou was an important place for official mining in the past dynasties.

Countless fragments of facts were swirling in her mind, and Lin Wanqing vaguely felt that there was some indescribable interconnection between them, but she couldn’t connect them together.

She was upset and just wanted to go back to Dali Temple to read her father’s case book. She didn’t care about waiting for Liang Weiping and went back with the book.

However, just after she left Jiaku, she heard hurried footsteps behind her.Lin Wanqing turned around and found that the little recorder who had just forced her to register had been chased out.

The moment their eyes met, he waved his hand behind him, and the two boys rushed forward menacingly.

They didn’t listen to the explanation at all, and immediately insisted that Lin Wanqing was pretending to be a member of the government, intending to eavesdrop on the secrets of Dali Temple’s case handling, and wanted to turn her away to Jingzhao Mansion.

Several people started arguing.

On the other side, Liang Weiping, who came out to look for Lin Wanqing after inquiring about the news, saw this and eagerly wanted to start a fight.

“Crack!!!”

A loud slap.Liang Weiping covered his face, looking in disbelief.

“Ouch!!!”

Amidst the roaring, the argument turned into a scuffle.

Immediately afterwards, colleagues from Dali Temple who came to get the registration book came over and recognized Lin Wanqing and wanted to break up the fight.

“Crack!!!”

I don’t know who got slapped by whom again.

As a result, a simple scuffle turned into a mob attack.

Then, Lin Wanqing and Su Moyi, who had not seen each other for several days, finally met again.

Only this time, there was a thick wooden fence between the two.

he is outside.

Lin Wanqing is inside.

In the dark and musty Jingzhao Mansion prison, Mr. Su looked at the disheveled woman with messy hair, squatting in the corner of the wall with her back to him, silently picking at the ground, and his forehead was beating with anger.

He was originally going to go to the palace to meet the Holy Spirit today. As soon as he reached Yongxingfang, he saw Ye Qing hurriedly reporting that Dali Temple and Jiaku had gathered a crowd to fight, and Jingzhao Mansion had arrested all those involved.

He was just surprised at first, but in the end it was the face-to-face meeting that was more important, so he planned to deal with it later.

But Ye Qing told he that the person taking the lead was Lin Wanqing.

Su Moyi immediately went to Jingzhao Mansion.

As a minister of Dali Temple, he went to the prison not to try cases, but to get people.

This is the first time he has lived for such a long time.

He was afraid that he would strangle Lin Wanqing to death out of anger, so he stood outside for a while. When his emotions calmed down, he asked the jailer beside him to open the cell door.

The person in the corner was startled when he heard the sound, and did not turn around. He just moved his head to a corner.

“Lin Wanqing.”

A calm, cool voice without a trace of emotion is Mr. Su’s usual style.

But “he” bites every word very hard. If you listen carefully, you can hear the anger wrapped in the calm wave, the kind of strength that wants to eat people alive.

“Um, um…” Two trills came from the messy back of his head.

The person in front of him agreed casually without looking back.

No matter how patient she was, Su Moyi felt like her chest was about to explode when faced with Lin Wanqing’s indifferent expression.

He didn’t bother to show off to her, so he strode forward, grabbed her by the skirt of her clothes, and pulled her up.

Lin Wanqing was unexpectedly pulled so violently that she couldn’t stand firmly on her feet. She gave up and was about to fall back, but Su Moyi grabbed her.

The posture of the two became close to each other.

Su Moyi was startled, and then saw the bruises at the corners of her eyes and the bloodshot eyes at the corners of her mouth. Someone had also grabbed her on the neck, leaving a few bright blood marks on her fair skin.

He felt his heart tightening, and the anger just now was replaced by another kind of anger in a blink of an eye.

Lin Wanqing hurriedly tried to cover her face with her hands, but Su Moyi caught her wrist halfway.

“Why are you injured like this?” he asked, his voice so deep that it threatened to crush her to death.

Lin Wanqing felt that she had been humiliated at her grandma’s house, and did not dare to look at Su Moyi. With a drooped face, she said bravely: “Actually, it’s not bad… The situation at that time was that the enemy was strong and we were weak. There are ten of us, and we plus Liang Weiping are only three… people…”

Su Moyi’s face darkened.

Seeing him like this, Lin Wanqing felt more and more unsure, and could only continue to explain in a weak voice: “But we are not afraid of the enemy at all, we fight despite repeated defeats, and defend the dignity of Dali Temple to the death…”

Uh…

Why does Mr. Su’s face seem to be darker…

Lin Wanqing was so stared at that she felt cold all over, and she silently swallowed back all her words of defense.

Su Moyi was so angry that she sneered.

He directly slipped the person in front of him, grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him, and said in an extremely serious and serious tone: “The dignity of Dali Temple has its own officials to defend it. When will you need to take this leisure time?”

“Oh…” A guilty person gave up resistance and bowed his head obediently.

Su Moyi said nothing, threw a cloak in her hand onto Lin Wanqing, and arranged for Ye Qing to take her away first.

“Hehe… Mr. Su, Mr. Su,” Li Jingzhao, who had a flattering face on the side, came over, ready to follow the instructions.

Su Moyi clasped his hands and said coldly: “A crowd gathered to fight in broad daylight. What does Mr. Li think of the nature of this case?”

Li Jingzhao instantly understood what Su Moyi meant, and said seriously with a straight face: “It’s evil! It’s really too evil! It’s unkind and unjust for people to kill each other! In the long run, it will definitely lead to a decline in the world’s moral standards and a stalemate in people’s hearts!”

“Well,” Su Moyi nodded, “What do Li Jingzhao think should be done about this case?”

Li Jingzhao nodded and bowed, with a usual greasy smile on his face, “Of course only Dali Temple can handle such an important case.”

Su Moyi said nothing, turned around and glanced at the other side of the empty prison, seemingly unintentionally saying: “Jingzhao Mansion Prison is overcrowded, these few people from Jiaku…”

“Thank you for your understanding of the difficulties of being a low-ranking official.” Li Jingzhao bowed his hands and began to make arrangements for his transfer to prison.

“Oh, could you please Li Jingzhao to inform the Yuanwailang of Jiaku?” Su Moyi paused and said in a calm tone: “In order to avoid favoritism and malpractice, I cannot judge this case alone, so I invited him to be tried together.”

“Let him go to Dali Temple in person.”

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Mr. Su, the wife-protecting maniac: I will treat you to a nest!