At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

I heard that his mother has donated cotton-padded clothes to the Bingzhou military camp every year for many years.

I think the woman behind is it, but... there are differences between men and women. Even if the other person is not young, you can't look directly at her!

The matter of checking the travel permit and household registration was handed over to another colleague, and the guards took people to search the carriage.

Most of the time, they just checked to see if there were any Tibetans in the carriage, and did not turn over anything.

However, most of the carriages contained books.

There was also a carriage without a carriage, but with a large stone on the board, which was really confusing.

The guard scratched his head and returned to the front, "There are no Tibetans, you can pass!"

The huge convoy drove into the city.

The guard pondered for a moment and decided to send someone to inform his immediate superior, Chen Qiu.

However, he didn't need to report it.

The convoy traveled unhindered along the way and did not even stop in front of the Jiangling Marquis Mansion. It went directly to the Dengwen Drum Court outside the right gate of the imperial city.

Xie Chunxi glanced at Xie Tingjiang, walked forward, took out the big drumstick, and struck the drum again and again.

My grandfather always said that he was a weak scholar who couldn't even hold a hoe or kill a chicken.

If grandpa is still in heaven, please take good care of him.

Even if he breaks the drum today, Xie Chunxi won't complain of being tired!

The sound of drums echoed throughout the long street.

It attracted many passers-by to stop and watch.

"Who is this? What happened that requires beating the drum to report the incident?"

"I don't know. Since His Majesty ascended the throne, he has often sent imperial censors to inspect various states."

"Over the years, I haven't heard of any major injustice."

There were also kindhearted people shouting, "Brother, do you have any honors? I am a scholar, do you need my help?"

"Yes, if you don't have any achievements, you will be punished for beating the drum. I am also a scholar, so just tell me if you need help!"

Xie Chunxi replied loudly: "Thank you all for your kindness, I have made great achievements!"

But after he finished shouting, he couldn't help but feel sorry for Xie Tingjiang again and again without knowing how many times.

He joined the army once and his appearance was ruined. He had scars on his face and could not take part in the imperial examinations.

Alas, I don’t know what Brother Tingjiang was thinking. It is inappropriate for the court to invite him to be the chief academic officer of the Imperial College.

What a pity!

Many Jinshi scholars could never reach the fourth rank in their entire life.

For example, his cheap son-in-law...it took him so many years to reach the sixth rank.

Of course, he was the most useless one, as he failed to make the list in the imperial examinations several times...

Thinking of this, Xie Chunxi turned his grief and anger into strength and struck the drum even louder.

Inside the Dengwen Procuratorate...the judge on duty had been constipated for many days and today he finally felt the urge to defecate.

Not long after he sat on the toilet, he heard the drum, which had not been sounded for a long time, start to sound again.

But then again, once it was finally unblocked, it was like a flood, and there was no way to stop it.

The judge hurriedly shouted to the outside of the door, "Go and see who is beating the drum outside the courtyard, and invite that person in first."

Therefore, when Xie Tingjiang and his party were invited into the courtyard, they did not see the chief officer and had nowhere to submit the petition.

Xie Tinghai quietly stuffed a silver ingot into the servant beside him and asked quietly, "Where is your master?"

The officer pushed the silver back and said casually, "My lord has been constipated for many days and is taking a shit right now. Please wait a moment!"

He just checked the household registration and found that they were from the family of Marquis Jiangling. Who would dare to accept money from them? !

You know, Marquis Jiangling also holds another official position—Left Censor-in-Chief!

Although the person is in jail now, what if he can make a comeback?

The judge who just came out from the back hall: "......"

Can't you use a more elegant way of saying it, like "congratulatory"?

Oh, I am really impressed! With these subordinates, his life span would be shortened by several years.

The judge walked towards the desk and glared at the officer who had spoken earlier.

Fang picked up the gavel and slammed it on the table.

The whole room is silent!

"Who is this person in the hall, and what is his grievance?"

Xie Tingjiang handed the petition to the officer, lifted his robe and knelt down neatly.

"I am Xie Tingjiang, a native of Qinghe Village, Jiangling City, Jingzhou."

"Sue Chi Guanxu of the Lianshao Chi family for framing their son Xie Yuheng!"

"This..." The judge was dumbfounded.

This matter involves so many serious issues that it is not just a simple frame-up!

The judge waved his hand and said, "Get up first. I can't handle this matter. I have to report it."

"Thank you, sir." Xie Tingjiang stood up and bowed without being humble or arrogant.

"Alas!" The judge shook his head. What a sin.

There is nothing much to do on weekdays, but when something happens, it is a big deal.

I have no choice but to report it because it is a big deal!

The judge hurriedly entered the imperial city through the back door, trotted all the way to Chengtian Gate, and then walked breathlessly to the Chuigong Hall.

After the guards went in to report, the judge finally had time to unfold the petition and take a look.

It would have been better if I hadn't looked. Once I did, I almost fell to the ground.

The guard's voice sounded in front of him, "Your Majesty agrees, please come in, sir."

The judge chuckled twice and walked into the hall as if he was ready to die.

The important ministers were still in the hall, and there was a map hanging on the wall with the various passes marked with ink of different colors.

If it wasn't for the matter concerning Marquis Jiangling, he wouldn't have been able to get in.

The judge lowered his eyes in a hurry, stepped forward tremblingly, and handed over the petition, "I have seen..."

"Bring it up." Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Chu Heng.

Chen Qiu stepped forward, took the complaint, and passed it to Chu Heng.

The words are written in black and white, every word is precious.

In addition to the fact that Chi Guanxu framed Xie Yuheng, there was also evidence provided by Xie.

The Xie family has a genealogy that goes back five hundred years to prove that Xie Yuheng is not a descendant of Xie Ping'an.

Although there were people in the clan with this name, it had nothing to do with the eunuch Xie Ping'an of the previous dynasty.

As for the tombstone of Xie's ancestors, the reason why there is a surname but no name is because...

Chu Heng's pupils suddenly shrank, and then he slammed the table hard, looked at the old man, gritted his teeth and said, "Si Jinzhou!"

The old man's hand trembled as he drank tea, and he gave Chu Heng a guilty smile.

"I am here, Your Majesty, what do you want me to do?"

When Chu Heng saw his expression, he knew that Si Yuandao had known it for a long time.

"Good of you, Si Jinzhou, you have kept it a secret from me for long enough, haven't you?"

"He is young and ignorant, and you are already an old man, and you are also reckless?"

Si Yuandao stroked his prickly beard and said unconfidently: "As the saying goes, old children are always like children. The older they get, the more they act like children."

"Why can't I, a minister, act like a child...?"

Chu Heng rolled his eyes at him and said, "Just forget it."

"The Grand Master is not older than Si Qing, so how can the Grand Master not be childish? How can he not be an old child?"

"Si Jinzhou, stop making unfounded arguments!"

Nalan Weizhi secretly glanced at his father, cleared his throat, and tried to save Si Yuandao.

"The Grand Master is actually a little kid at home. He even fought with me for the milk cake this morning!"