"You are the one who alerted Ling Tailang on the fourth floor of Sheji Building!"

Secretary Lang, who was wearing a blue and white official uniform, felt a stinging pain in his eyes, as if he were being pricked by needles.

He staggered even more and almost fell to the ground.

The pair of spiritual eyes trained specifically for observing qi suffered backlash, making his eyes sore and swollen, and tears could not stop flowing from his eyes.

The others looked puzzled. Could it be that a close relative of Mr. Secretary Lang’s family passed away?

Otherwise, how can we cry silently and feel extremely sad?

"Mr. Jin, what's wrong with you?"

Meng Changhe's attitude towards the people in Qintian Prison was quite polite, and he slightly restrained his arrogant and arrogant arrogance.

These Qi practitioners are all delicate and expensive, so it is not easy to find and train them.

Just like the alchemists and pharmacists of the Imperial Medical Bureau, you cannot offend casually.

In fact, we really want to catch each other and fight them.

Even under the Grand Master, ten Qi practitioners cannot defeat a military warrior of the same level.

But who said Qin Tianjian is the most important weapon of the country, and Sheji Tower is the most important treasure of the country.

It is natural for people to have a transcendent status and be superior to others.

"What is Mr. Jin? I am a secretary in the lower class, just a junior official of the seventh rank.

How do I deserve to be called ‘Sir’ by thousands of adults! It’s too much of a compliment!”

Jin Lanzhou rubbed his eyes and frowned.

He was regretting in his heart why he wanted to take advantage of Meng Changhe and come here to get involved in this muddy water.

Who would have thought that this Ji Jiulang was actually the man of deep moral integrity mentioned by Lingtai Lang on the fourth floor of the Sheji Tower of Qintianjian in the morning.

All the official documents and folders have been sent to the East Palace. If I follow Meng Changhe to "frame" this son, I won't be able to eat and carry around.

"You..."

The smile on Meng Changhe's mouth froze and he felt embarrassed.

How can this qigong practitioner from Qintian Prison fall out so easily?

Do you really think of yourself as a big shot?

No manners!

"The Jinlan boat is accustomed to steering according to the wind. Could it be that the sudden change is because of..."

Suddenly, Meng Changhe seemed to think of something.

His eyes flashed with brilliance, and he looked fiercely at Ji Yuan, whose face looked like a flat lake.

The latter smiled faintly, cupped his hands and said:

"May I ask Secretary, how do I look?

Are his hands stained with blood and his ghost haunted by injustice, the real murderer of Lin Baihu?"

You are full of blood and evil energy, and you have killed at least dozens of lives.

The color of the palm is pitch black, with a strong sense of death and yin energy. It seems that it has killed several strange creatures.

He killed people without batting an eye at the age of fifteen. It’s so sad that you can’t help but have the nerve to ask me in person?

How shameless!

Jin Lanzhou cursed in his heart, but his gentle face put on a kind smile and said with great determination:

"This Mr. Ji has a clear head and a clear head, and he is full of poems and literary works.

The complexion is red with purple, indicating wealth and wealth.

With good facial features and outstanding appearance, you will surely prosper in the future.

Even if you can't be the number one scholar, you still have to be a prodigy."

He paused for a moment, ignoring Meng Changhe's gloomy and terrifying face.

The Fusi in the south town supervises hundreds of officials, and the Fusi in the north town patrols and arrests. It would be very bluffing to tell people.

But I, Qin Tianjian, observe the celestial phenomena and determine the earth's veins.

Every word and deed is related to the fate of the country and its destiny.

In terms of status, he is not lower than your Heilongtai.

Jin Lanzhou couldn't help but straighten his back, showing a bit of pride, and continued:

"What is particularly rare is that Mr. Ji is young but has a kind heart and a good life.

Don't look at his stern features, as sharp as an eagle, but he is actually cold-faced and kind-hearted... How could such a talented person kill an official, rebel, and trample on the king's law!

In my opinion, it is purely slander and frame-up!"

In the last sentence, the secretary of the Qintian Supervisor said it with righteousness!

It’s like a powerful aura is gushing out from your body!

"Thank you very much, Secretary Lang, for speaking up. I believe you all know that Mr. Jin and I are strangers and have no interaction whatsoever.

Since he is willing to prove my innocence, every word he says must come from his heart and there will definitely be no lies!"

Ji Yuan pressed the knife with one hand, and pointed the halberd at the furious Meng Changhe with one hand, and said in a sad and angry tone:

"Now Qin Tian Jian has restored my innocence, and also returned to me the reputation of loyalty and martyrdom that took more than a dozen lives of the Ji family in Liaodong! I can't thank you enough in my heart!

Ji Yuan has always believed that there is righteousness between heaven and earth, and there must be justice in the court!

Even if someone holds the power and wants to cover the sky with one hand,

But no matter how prominent and majestic he is, it is still no greater than the laws set down by the sages! No matter how great he is, he is no greater than the principles set down by the sages!"

With these words, Ji Yuan used his inner energy to activate his organs, and his voice almost echoed throughout the entire Nanmen Hutong.

The night was getting darker, and the neighbors who had closed their doors had seen a large number of Tiqi like tigers and wolves rush into the alley and surround them.

Everyone was so frightened that they hid in their homes, not daring to poke their heads out for fear of getting into trouble.

But when you hear and feel the strong emotions contained in every word of Ji Yuan!

His heart is upright and unyielding!

The courage and perseverance of his spirit are unrivaled!

It resonates with everyone!

Who has not been bullied by petty officials or intimidated by government officials?

Who hasn’t encountered bullies oppressing others and causing trouble?

I just endure it silently on weekdays, just pretending that the world is dark.

Suddenly!

A shout of approval came from somewhere!

"That's right! Doesn't the Jing Dynasty have no royal laws? Let you confuse right and wrong!"

"There is more than one yamen in Fusi, Beizhen, in Tianjing! The Military and Horse Department of the Five Cities! The Criminal Department, Yushitai, and the Three Law Departments of Dali Temple... I also know the way to these yamen! If you don't believe it, there is no justice!"
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"There are two words in the word "official". It makes sense when you say it, and it makes sense when you say it down. But don't you know in your heart whether it is reasonable or not?"

"..."

For a moment, the scene was chaotic, and there was a sense of outrage and absurdity.

How could these bastards from the outer city have the guts to attack Mr. Qianhu in Fusi, North Town?

It’s impossible to go against the grain!

"Ping Xiaoliu..."

The corners of Ji Yuan's mouth curled up slightly, and he heard the boy's voice among them.

Although he pinched his throat and changed directions several times, he couldn't hide it from the acquaintances he usually interacted with.

Vaguely, among the noisy turmoil, there are also arguments and arguments such as "seeking death", "go back quickly", "women are short-sighted".

"What a good means, good thoughts, what a...Ji Jiulang!"

Meng Changhe ignored the criticism of the unruly people. If he ordered everyone to be arrested, he would be tortured by the Yushitai gang tomorrow.

Commander Ao, who devoted himself to practicing martial arts and surpassing the master level, might be so angry that he might tear off his own head and play it as a ball.

After working in Heilongtai for so many years, Meng Changhe understands one thing very well.

Some things usually don’t weigh as much as four ounces if they don’t go on the scale, but once they go on the scale, they can’t stop weighing a pound!

He suddenly regretted that he should not have left room for Ji Yuan, let alone think about breaking this boy's strong bones little by little.
To be continued...