Dare to drive away the people on a snowy night, dare to let the emperor's guards pour wine for them, dare to drive the post horses to pull the carriages for the family members.

When these three sentences were thrown out, even Han Yuanchao and his son, who had nothing to do with each other, felt chills in their bodies.

What kind of person dares to do this?

What kind of person can do this?

And what will happen to those who do this?

There was a former prime minister who asked the emperor's guard to untie his sword and pour wine because he was drunk and joking. Even if he was deeply trusted by the emperor, he could not stop the impeachment of the censor and had to resign and leave.

There are also people who have been used by opponents to expel people and eventually lost their official positions because they praised the snow scene.

There were even military commanders who forcibly used a post horse to pull away a cart of grain from their own family and were beheaded.

Doing even one of these three things can cause trouble, let alone doing all three.

Of course, this does not mean that all those who do this will die. There have been many people who have done this from ancient times to the present. The common people are not surprised, but the officials turn a blind eye and do not harm others.

However, there are exceptions to everything, and there are exceptions to everything.

Han Yuanchao and his son looked at each other. I don't know whether the official turned a blind eye or was nosy.

"Oh Lord Feng, Lord Feng..."

Yi Cheng chased him out and shouted, holding a thick cloak in his hand.

"...It's windy, please put this on."

"Feng Lin dare not accept anything that is not mine." The middle-aged man said, urging his horse to ride away.

"Thank God, this ghost judge is finally gone."

"Sir, we did not burn down our inn this time."

"Shut your mouth, are you still waiting to get burned again?"

The postman and the postmen went in laughing and chatting.

Feng Lin!

Han Yuanchao and his son looked at each other again with surprised expressions.

"It turns out to be Feng Lin." Han Yuanchao said, looking at the figure walking away on the road.

Two years ago, Judge Feng Lin of the Third Division was ordered to investigate Taicang Road. He was first set on fire at the inn and tried to harm him. Feng Lin, who survived the disaster, carried a coffin and entered Taicang Road. The money and grain case of the Transportation Department was investigated for a full year and a half. The officials involved

There were no less than a hundred subordinate officials, and some who were imprisoned and broke their families committed suicide. For a time, the whole Taicang Road was wailing with blood and tears, so people borrowed his official position and gave him the nickname "Ghost Judge".

"It turns out that he has also been transferred to Beijing." Father Han said, shaking his head and smiling, "Then Mr. Cheng is unlucky this time."

His actions were witnessed with his own eyes. Feng Lin listened to people talking nonsense in the hall all night. He was obviously angered, otherwise he would not have said what he just said.

"It seems that Mr. Feng has something to do when he comes to Beijing." Han Yuanchao said, getting on his horse and saying, "He has made great contributions to the country..."

He also read it slowly, with a solemn look on his face.

"You clearly have a magical weapon, but you sacrifice it after redressing the injustice. How can this be a service to the country?"

"It is not enough to be a scholar if you are a scholar." [Note 1]

Mr. Cheng Er, who was riding a fat and galloping horse, didn't know that he was in trouble, and people far away in the capital certainly didn't know that the thin layer of snow on the street was trampled away before it stopped snowing.

The front door of Cheng's house by the Yudai Bridge has been cleaned long ago, and it is full of people as always. Some people are luxuriously dressed, sitting on felt mats and setting tables with tables.

There are also new faces with curious faces.

Qin Shisanlang stood outside, raising his hand to draw in the air while watching.

"It's cold and the ink can't melt. It's better to build a shed or find a hall."

After the calligraphy exercises dispersed, Qin Shisanlang came in and looked at Cheng Jiaoniang who took the hand stove handed by Banqin to warm her hands and said.

Cheng Jiaoniang shook her head.

"I didn't want to teach writing," she said.

That's just writing for the sake of writing.

"I'm afraid you'll be cold." Qin Shisanlang said hurriedly.

Cheng Jiaoniang looked up at him and nodded with a smile.

"I'm wearing thick clothes, and I just finished shooting." She said, stretching out her hand and shaking it in front of her face, "It's not cold."

The slender hands look white at first glance, but upon closer inspection, the marks and thin calluses on them are obvious.

This was the first time that Thirteenth Qin saw the hands of a woman like this. Whether it was the hands of his mother, sisters, or the maids who were close to him, they were all soft, white, smooth and as delicate as jade, with dyed nails and rings and bracelets.

Such plain and even rough hands turn out to be so beautiful.

"By the way, look, the knife Liu Lang gave me." He thought of something and took it back, while taking off the knife he was carrying.

Cheng Jiaoniang reached out and took it and looked at it carefully.

"I don't like inkstones." Qin Shisanlang suddenly said.

Banqin looked up at him, looking a little surprised.

Cheng Jiaoniang did not raise her head and continued to look at the knife in her hand.

"Then what do you like?" she asked.

"The snacks and tea you make are all good, but I don't like inkstones anyway." Qin Shisanlang said.

Cheng Jiaoniang nodded and put down the knife in her hand.

"Okay, I'll send you snacks and tea next time," she said.

Qin Shisanlang looked at her, and there was a silence in the room.

Cheng Jiaoniang stretched out her hand to push the plate of snacks in front of her and looked at him.

Qin Shisanlang sat upright for a moment, then reached out to pick up and eat. There was not much on the plate, so he quickly ate it all and drank the tea in front of him in one gulp.

"You didn't do it." He said again.

Cheng Jiaoniang smiled slightly.

"I gave it to you," she said.

"I don't want that." Qin Shisanlang said.

"Then tell me what you want." Cheng Jiaoniang said with a smile.

Banqin on the side was dumbfounded and couldn't help but look at Qin Thirteenth Lang in shock.

Is he...angry? Or...coquettish?

The word "coquettish" came up, and Banqin shuddered to herself. She was thinking about something, and she hurriedly poured tea for Qin Thirteenth Lang.

"I invite you to a banquet at my house, will you go?" Qin Shisanlang said.

Cheng Jiaoniang shook her head.

"I'm not going." She said with a smile.

Qin Shisanlang looked at her for a moment and smiled.

"I knew you wouldn't go." He smiled, "You won't go for no reason. When I pass the exam, you can go if I invite you again, right?"

Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him.

"Then, do you want to send snacks and tea?" she asked.

Qin Shisanlang burst into laughter, and then burst into laughter.

"Yes." He said with a laugh.

When he returned home and wrote a letter to Zhou Lang, Qin Shisanlang couldn't help but laugh when he thought about this conversation and continued writing on the paper.

"...I have been sulking for a few days, and I was laughed at by her innocent look and words. There is really nothing I can do about it. Ah, I know what you are going to say. Of course you can't help it. I am still mad at her.

Pass."

"...But after all, I said it, and she also coaxed me. The word coaxing is a bit weird..."

He stopped again, held the pen holder, and thought about it again. Yes, it really seemed to be coaxing.

"... Just like that time when you and I were eager to kiss her and she gave us two boxes of snacks, I know you are going to laugh, right? Why are you laughing..."

"Thirteen, why are you laughing?"

A female voice came from the side. Qin Shisanlang paused, raised his head, and saw his mother looking at him with a smile on her hands.

"Mother, I am writing a letter to Zhou Lang." Qin Shisanlang said.

Mrs. Qin giggled.

"You can smile like this when you write to that silly boy Liu Lang?" She laughed, "How big a flower must be blooming on Liu Lang's face?"

Qin Shisanlang laughed.

"Mother, don't tease me. I'm very busy. I have to study after I finish writing the letter." He said, pretending to be serious.

"I'm not teasing you." Mrs. Qin said with a smile, "I heard that you have been restless these past few days.

Master Cui Qin is probably ill."

Qin Shisanlang shook his head while listening, and became curious when he heard the last sentence.

"Master Cui? Didn't my father invite him to play the piano? Why are you sick?" he asked, "What's wrong?"
To be continued...