Good luck and fortune come to the end of the world, the boss brings prosperity to the whole village

Song Jixiang didn't understand what the other party was thinking?

Are they familiar?

"I have something else to do. We'll see each other again if we're lucky!" Song Jixiang bowed in a chivalrous manner.

Yan Hui wanted to say something else, but a group of crying and noisy people came over from a distance and interrupted what he was about to say.

The government soldiers brought a group of people before the county magistrate.

This group of people included men and women, old and young, and without exception, all had their hands tied.

The leader was a middle-aged man with disheveled hair, red eyes, and a wrinkled silk robe. His hands were tied behind his back. He raised his head and kept shouting, "Unjust, County Magistrate, I am innocent!"

Seeing the man's embarrassed appearance, Song Jixiang felt happy. She stopped and tugged at Xiao Ruyi's sleeve. She couldn't miss such a great drama of the year.

When Yan Hui saw this, his eyes flashed and he had someone push him to Song Jixiang's side.

After the middle-aged man finished shouting, the woman kneeling next to him also sobbed and cried, "Yes, sir. We have all been wronged, please give us justice...嘤嘤嘤..."

The young girl next to the woman covered her face with her sleeves, crying, "Oh, oh... Please understand, my lord, this matter has nothing to do with my family. This is all a malicious frame-up, my lord..."

County Magistrate Chang Yu sat on a chair brought by his subordinates, stroking his beard and saying, "Oh, what grievances have you suffered? Today, our county will hold a trial in this flower-filled garden. Go, let the people outside in to listen. Come, let the case be tried in court!"

A dozen yamen runners were holding killing sticks, standing on both sides, hitting the ground with their sticks, making a rhythmic thump thump sound, and singing in unison, "~威~武~"

The scene fell silent instantly.

At this moment, a young girl in her prime came through the flowers and willows, followed by two little girls on her left and right. They all looked the same and were very pleasing to look at.

The master and his two servants came talking and laughing, as if they were not suspects who came to assist in the trial of a case, but noble ladies who came to attend a flower-viewing banquet.

The yamen runner who led them here was ignored the whole time. He scratched his head in embarrassment, reported to the county magistrate, and then stood back in his seat.

Song Jixiang looked at her carefully and found that she was indeed a wonderful person!

Needless to say, her appearance was like a lotus, natural, her eyebrows like distant mountains, her hair was covered with a thin veil, her lips were red without any makeup, and she spoke a thousand words without saying anything. She was wearing a light pink dress and a white cloak, which made her look even more elegant. Her long black hair was combed into a flying cloud bun, and a jade hairpin was inserted in her hair, which made her face look like peach blossoms and her skin like cream. Her every frown and smile was filled with an indescribable elegance and nobility, as if she was a fairy who was not in touch with the world.

What a pity, she is a vicious woman!

It was unexpected that the young lady the two girls were talking about was the girl in front of them. If she hadn't heard it with her own ears, she would have doubted it.

The girl approached, bowed slightly to the county magistrate, and said, "My humble servant greets you, Your Excellency the County Magistrate." Her voice was soft and gentle, like the sound of nature, making people want to listen to more.

"How dare you! Why don't you kneel when you see me?" Chang Yu asked as he slammed the gavel.

The maid Xiao Shi said arrogantly: "My young lady is the eldest young lady of Wenyuan Marquis's Mansion. Why should she kneel to you?"

"How dare you to disturb the court without authorization. Take him out and give him ten beatings as a warning to others!"

"Yes!"

Two yamen runners came forward and tried to drag Xiao Shi away.

"Miss, Miss, save me!" Xiao Shi broke free from the two yamen runners and hid behind Ouyang Lan.

"Wait." Ouyang Lan spoke slowly, took out a jadeite phoenix pendant from her sleeve pocket and held it high in her hand: "This is a gift from the Queen Mother herself. Seeing the gift is like seeing the person. Why don't you common people kneel down?"

Ouyang Lan's voice was still soft and pleasant, but it carried an inviolable dignity. The corners of her mouth lifted slightly, with a barely perceptible hint of pride.

The county magistrate and the runners all looked pale and knelt down to pay their respects, "Long live the Empress Dowager..."

The people standing nearby watching the excitement also knelt down and saluted.

Song Jixiang wanted to curse, but he had to kowtow three times and nine times just to stay and watch the fun. What a loss!

While he was still in a daze, Xiao Ruyi pulled him by the sleeve and made him kneel down.

The imperial power is greater than heaven. Their abilities are nothing in front of thousands of soldiers. Even if they use human sandbags, they can crush their two small arms and legs! Are they going to hide in space for the rest of their lives?

Why are you being so pretentious?

Haven’t you seen that the head of a county also kneels down when told to do so?

After the ceremony, the county magistrate adjusted his official hat and sat back in his seat.

"Since you have the Queen Mother's jade pendant, you don't have to kneel, but your maid is disturbing the court, which is an unforgivable crime. Someone, take her away and give her ten big sticks to serve as a warning to others!"

Two yamen runners stepped forward, but they failed to hold Xiao Shi down. The county magistrate was furious, so five or six yamen runners stepped forward together to restrain Xiao Shi. They blocked his mouth with a cloth, dragged him aside, and beat him with a big board mercilessly, making a "pa, pa, pa" sound that was painful to hear.

Ouyang Lan raised her eyebrows and pointed at the county magistrate Yan Yu, "You, I will remember you!"

Chang Yu was unmoved. He slammed the gavel and asked with a stern face, "Are you the owner of this store?"

Ouyang Lan nodded and said, "That's right."

The county magistrate asked again: "Why are there so many children in your shop? Tell me, are you selling children?"

The gavel rang, and a group of yamen runners shouted in unison, "~Powerful~"

Ouyang Lan covered her mouth and cried out in surprise, disbelief flashed in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure and said, "Your Excellency, I really don't know why there are so many children in the store."

The county magistrate asked, "This is your store. You say you didn't know, does that mean you didn't know? Who can be the witness?"

Ouyang Lan raised her lips and smiled, "The soldiers at the city gate can testify for me. Today, I entered the city gate with my maid at noon. When did these children disappear? We will know once we ask them.

Although Wenyuanhou Mansion is the owner of this shop, it has not sent anyone to check the shop for many years. If you don't believe me, you can ask someone and you will know that what I said is true. I also came here to rest on the way to find a rare flower.

My Lord, please do not accuse me of some unfounded crimes."

"What a silver-tongued young lady!" Chang Yu sneered.

Instead, he had the middle-aged man brought over and asked, "Are you Song Jiawen, the owner of this store?"

The sound of Xiao Shi being beaten with a stick was still ringing in his ears. Song Jiawen was terrified and said in a trembling voice, "Reply, reply to your Excellency, it was me."

"Snapped--"

The sound of the gavel made Song Jiawen tremble all over.

"Song Jiawen, why don't you tell the truth quickly? How did you abduct these children? Who did you plan to sell them to? If you tell a lie, I will behead you."

Song Jiawen was so frightened that his whole body was shaking, and his eyes drifted towards Ouyang Lan from time to time, hoping that the eldest lady could say something for him, but the other party didn't even look at him, as if he was some dirty thing.

His heart sank to the bottom. He was planning to save the king and sacrifice the pawn, and threw away this useless piece without hesitation.

Humph, at worst, both sides will perish. He has devoted himself to the Marquis' Mansion for so many years, and now they just say they don't want him anymore?

"Sir..." Song Jiawen howled, his voice so loud that it broke, as if only with this would he have the courage to burn his boats.

Suddenly, his eyes were flashed by a light. He looked carefully and saw that Ouyang Lan was playing with a hairpin in her hand. There were intricate auspicious patterns carved on it and a piece of white jade embedded on the top. It looked very valuable.

This hairpin was the gift he gave to his son Song Bowen a few days ago. How did it end up in the hands of the eldest lady?

Ouyang Lan saw him looking at her and smiled at him.

This smile contains so much meaning.

Song Jiawen's face turned pale and bloodless in an instant.

"Jiawen, Jiawen, please tell the county magistrate quickly that it wasn't us, we really didn't..." Wen pulled Song Jiawen's sleeve desperately, asking him to explain clearly. She really didn't know when there were so many children in their yard.

Song Yanran was also in a panic. Ever since Song Xiaoqi recovered, she felt like the sky was about to fall. She was in a state of panic all day, always feeling that something big was going to happen. When she was caught here by the yamen runners today, her anxiety became even stronger. When she heard the yamen runners say that more than a dozen children were found in their yard, she almost lost her balance and fell down.

She didn't believe her father would do such a thing as selling people, but...

When her eyes fell on the noble Miss Ouyang, she seemed to understand something. Her lips moved weakly, but no sound came out.

She grabbed the hem of her skirt with both hands, and then pushed her father madly, "Dad, tell me, tell me, it's not you, it's not you, someone must have framed me, it must be..."

When she met Ouyang Lan's meaningful sneer, she glanced away and looked around the crowd.

Suddenly, a familiar face came into her eyes.

She broke free from the shackles of the yamen runners, stood up with all her might, pointed at Song Jixiang and shouted, "It's her, she framed us, it's her, it must be her, go catch her quickly, don't let her get away..."

Song Jixiang rolled his eyes at her. What was wrong with her just standing there and watching the fun?

The blame was actually put on her!

Without waiting for her to refute, Yan Hui was the first to quit. He pointed at Xiao Jiu beside Ouyang Lan and said, "It was clearly her and the girl who was beaten with a stick who locked us in the room. They also dragged the two shop assistants out, and then there were screams. This young master saved us, and you actually slandered him..."

"Enough, be quiet!" Chang Yu, who was sitting at the top, had a headache. Although his nephew was straightforward, he never told lies, and he still believed what he said.

Unfortunately, words are not enough, everything needs evidence.

The yamen runners were asked to summon the group of children. When the children saw such a solemn scene, being stared at by so many strangers, and the yamen runners in solemn attire watching them closely, the fright they had experienced during this period suddenly came out. Some of them screamed, some ran away, some cried and some stood there trembling...

The scene was extremely chaotic.

Chang Yu stroked his brow, waved his hand, and asked the yamen runners to calm them down as much as possible and take the group of children away.

Song Yanran was still yelling there: "I've already told you, it's her, why don't you believe it? Dad... speak up..."

After being pushed around by his daughter for a long time, Song Jiawen seemed to come to his senses and slapped his head. Yes, he could put all these things on others.

His face regained its spirits, and he pointed at Song Jixiang and said, "Sir, my daughter is right. It was she who hid the kidnapped child in our yard."

She has to take the blame for this, right?

Okay, then come on!

Who is afraid of whom!

She ignored Xiao Ruyi's pulling, took a step forward, and saluted the county magistrate.

"Manager Song, are we familiar with each other? You said I kidnapped the child and hid him in your yard? What evidence do you have?"

Song Yanran felt emboldened and sneered, "Aren't you familiar with us? My father is your uncle, and I am your cousin. You actually turned your back on me and did something so unjust that you wanted to frame my family. I have always treated you like my own sister, but you have disappointed me so much... Sister, you actually framed your family for money. Now that there is evidence, you should stop immediately and admit your fault to the county magistrate. Maybe you can get a lighter sentence... Sister..."

Song Yanran shed tears as she spoke, and her voice was sincere, like that of a good sister who was heartbroken, which made people feel the same way.

The onlookers were confused and blamed Song Jixiang.

Ouyang Lan stood aside with her hands behind her back, looking at the people in the field with a smile on her face. She was happy to watch the show.

Yan Hui was confused as he listened to this. Were these two actually sisters? He was a little dumbfounded that the boy who saved him suddenly turned into a little girl.

This little girl is so strong!

Xiao Ruyi was secretly worried on the side. This family was really despicable. They poured such a large basin of dirty water on Song Jixiang for no reason. They were not relatives at all; they could be more like enemies.

Song Jixiang stood aside and watched her performance without saying a word.

The county magistrate looked at Song Yanran, then at Song Jixiang, and asked, "Is what she said true?"

Song Jixiang raised his head and replied in a resounding voice: "It's all nonsense!"

The county magistrate frowned and turned to Song Yanran and asked, "Do you know that you will go to jail if you falsely accuse someone?"

Song Yanran cried like a pear blossom in the rain, and nodded: "My lord, my father and I have never lied to each other. If there is a lie, I hope to be struck by lightning!"

Yan Hui pointed at Song Yanran and cursed, "You are talking nonsense. It was obviously your family that kidnapped the child, but you insisted on framing my benefactor. Uncle, County Magistrate, you must be more careful..."

The county magistrate fell into deep thought.

Asked Song Jixiang: "Do you have anything to say?"

"Did I say that? God is watching what we do. Didn't she just say that if she told a lie, she would be struck by lightning? Then let's let God make the decision!"

As soon as she finished speaking, thunder and lightning roared in the sky above the entire courtyard. Lightning bolts with thunderous fury struck Song Yanran and Song Jiawen. The two were terrified and fled in all directions, but the lightning seemed to have eyes and chased after them.

Crack, crackle——

When everyone opened their eyes again, they found that the two men had been struck to a crisp, with the insides burnt and the outsides blackened...