The Famous Detective of the Red Mansions

Howling, yelling, begging, yelling...

All kinds of noisy sounds like magic sound filled his ears, awakening the exhausted Shi Xiangyun from his deep sleep, his eyes flowed, and the apricot-yellow veiled hibiscus tent immediately came into view, so he added a few more points to the eyes that were not so clear. The color of infatuation.

In a daze, the howls and screams came into her ears again, and the various words during the period made her seem to have returned to the grief, fear and helpless night when the Bowling Hou Mansion was checked.

Shi Xiangyun shuddered uncontrollably, groping to get up, unexpectedly just before bending his elbow, he hit a rock-solid arm.

Her movements became stiff, and with her body tearing pains, all kinds of rushes into her heart last night, and her cheeks flushed for a while.

When she didn't know how to do the right thing, that thick arm was wrapped up, and her delicate body was locked firmly in her arms.

Shi Xiangyun became overwhelmed, and her mind was blank for a while. The little bird lay in the man's arms in such a muddle-headed manner, until the shouts outside became clearer from far to near, and this made her feel better. Regained a bit of sane again.

She didn't dare to look at the man next to her, but hesitated to provoke a conversation: "Outside...what's going on outside?"

"It's okay, go to sleep at ease."

The man replied carelessly, and took the opportunity to put his big hand like a fan on Xiang Yun's belly, climbing loosely and unscrupulously.

Xiang Yun's face was burning with flames, and he tried to refuse with two small hands at first, but he couldn't think of the reason for the refusal, let alone the courage to refuse.

In this way, the gloomy atmosphere in the prison gradually turned into a charming one.

It's a pity that the movement outside the door is really uninteresting, instead of stopping there, it becomes more and more noisy.

After another moment, I heard a rush of footsteps rushing, and then the cell door was severely knocked open. Across the gauze tent, I saw a green prison official stumbled in, three steps in two. Step by step, I got to the bed, knelt on the ground and kowtowed like garlic, and said in his mouth:

"My lord help, my lord help!"

Xiang Yun only first accepted the joy last night, and was forced by the situation to succumb to private teaching. He was already seventy-seven ashamed, but now he was stuck in the bed, and he didn't even know how to deal with him.

With a bite of the anxious silver teeth, he retracted his entire body into the bedding, and curled up on the man's chest like a bell. This only slightly suppressed the shame in his heart.

Accompanied by a man’s thumping heartbeat, Ying Ying Chuo Chuo listened to the green prisoner crying again: "Master Shaoqing, I don’t know where this is from a group of messengers, clamoring about the little people, it’s not allowed. It is said that you must be locked up! The lower officials only argued a few words, and they shouted and killed. If I hadn't escaped faster, I was afraid I would be caught early..."

"Ha ha."

Shi Xiangyun was hearing this inexplicably, not knowing what the case was that the officials broke into the prison, but he heard the man sneered and asked, "You really don't know, where did the messengers come from?"

Hearing this, he seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and he knew more clearly who came.

Outside, the green prison staff suffocated and couldn’t say the whole thing. Until there was a mess of footsteps outside, and someone shouted and arrested, they hurriedly distinguished: "Yueyue is from our criminal department. But the officials and others have always done their jobs. You always know that, most of them are gangsters who have misunderstood something from the above! Please also ask Master Shaoqing to make clear for me!"

He originally said that he was nervous, but his eyes swept across the red candles in the room of celebration, and there was more expectation and confidence in his words.

These days, I have been dedicated to serving Master Sun. Yesterday, I even kept a big matchmaker. Even if Grandmaster Sun doesn't remember his hard work, he still doesn't want to make it public, right?

Thinking like this, five or six messengers hulled behind him, and the encircling generals holding the iron ruler and Wu Tiesuo came up, shouting and screaming in their mouths:

"Good grandson, let Grandpa catch him!"

"Run, then run! I see where you are going!"

"Hold it, don't let him run away again!"

Seeing this posture, the green jailer sprinted forward, turned his back against the edge of the bed, and looked back at the window and shouted: "Don't come here! Sun Shaoqing of Dali Temple is in front of you, that dare to make trouble!"

Seeing him clinging to the edge of the bed, Shi Xiangyun was on the bed, and he had already jumped up and hugged Sun Shaozong's thigh.

Those who came from the Ministry of Justice heard that it was Master Sun in person. Although I don’t know how this big man would be in prison, he didn’t dare to act recklessly. Unwilling, he stepped forward and said: "My lord, the little one is..."

"No need to say more, take someone."

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, Sun Shaozong waved his hand, and calmly said: "Keep two people guarding outside the door. Don't let anyone come over and disturb you."

All the staff looked at each other, all a little at a loss-the cell boss fleeing here desperately, obviously he had something to rely on, but how could it be such a result?

The green jailer was also taken aback, and then hurriedly shouted: "My lord, it is wrong to subordinate officials! You should know that subordinate officials have always been diligent, how can you..."

"Ha ha."

Sun Shaozong sneered again: "What have you done, the officer naturally knows clearly, otherwise how did these messengers come?"

After saying what was meant, without waiting for the cell boss to figure it out, he signaled the messengers to quickly take it down.

Although the messengers are still in the clouds and mists, they have been repeatedly ordered by the future Shangguan, how can they still neglect the slightest?

Hurriedly rushed to lock the head of the cell, pushing and shoving it out.

"Sun Shaoqing?! Master Sun?! The officials were wronged, the officials were wronged! Master Sun, Sun...Have you forgotten ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is the help of the officials, so that you can treat this noble lady..."

The cell boss struggled and shouted, and gradually turned from pleading to threat, but Sun Shaozong ignored it.

As the voice of the head of the cell drifted away, the cell was quiet again.

He withdrew his gaze indifferently, feeling a little itchy in his chest, but it was caused by Shi Xiangyun's breathing.

After a moment of hesitation, he raised his hand to press against Xiang Yun's head and pushed her deep into the bedding.

Xiang Yun didn't understand what he meant, and forced his head back, flushing in fear, and said, "He... the ones he just yelled at, if it is spread out, I'm afraid it's... I'm afraid it's..."

After all, there is still a lack of training and tacit understanding.

Sun Shaozong was secretly disappointed in his heart, and smiled disapprovingly: "Don't worry, I made the arrangements last night, even if he shouts to break the sky, he is not afraid."

Xiang Yun was still anxious, but seeing that he had a confident posture, he couldn't keep asking.

The next day.

Suddenly news spread in the capital that Sun Shaozong, the chief of Dali Temple, had to be transferred to the Ministry of Criminal Affairs and was entrusted by the imperial court.

During the period, he accidentally learned of the criminal abuse case, so he went deep into it without hesitation. After several open and unannounced visits, he sent people to urge the Criminal Ministry to send troops overnight, and eventually killed the group of city foxes.

As for the rumors, the two or three things happened between Lord Sun and a certain female prisoner, but they used themselves as bait to make false claims in front of the culprits.

There are often bridges in this series of scripts, not to mention that the authenticity is difficult to distinguish, even if it is true, it is just a fragrant chore in the process of'Master Qingtian's understanding of the people's sentiments.'

It's okay to say that it is a good story. At most, it can be criticized as absurd, but how can it be regarded as a guilt?

Not to mention being used as a life-saving handle by some city foxes.