The streets of Beijing in autumn are filled with a bit of bleakness, and the pedestrians on the road are also walking quietly.

But when facing Lin Junran's sedan chair, he respectfully flashed to the side of the road, and also cast awe. This evil genius who emerged from nowhere is now the noble Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, and is regarded by many as the hope of the Ming Dynasty's revival.

Lin Fu seemed to be more mature, not numbed by this peaceful period, and had always been loyal and guarded around the sedan chair.

Although the safety factor in the capital is very high, no one dares to assassinate the dignified Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, "no mistakes are allowed" have always been the old patriarch and the Changlin clan members who advised him.

It seemed as if the moment of distracting the spirit, a figure quickly rushed to the front of the sedan chair.

Seeing this, Lin Fu was shocked immediately. He hurriedly held his waist knife forward, scolded the person who suddenly appeared, "Bold, who are you?"

The sedan chairman also saw this situation, but he couldn't help but stop. However, the sedan chair did not put it down. The sedan chairman seemed nervously staring at the front, while Lin Qingran was sitting in the sedan chair.

"There is an injustice for the people, please ask Master Qingtian to take charge!" After a woman in rags rushed up, she knelt down in the middle of the road, raised a piece of paper to complain to Lin Qingran.

Lin Fu couldn't help but frowned and immediately scolded sternly: "My elders don't care about the matter of prison! If you really have grievances, someone will naturally accept it when you go to Shuntian Prefecture. Get out of here quickly!"

Lin Qingran sat in the sedan chair and closed his eyes to rest. He also heard the movement outside, but it was a little trouble caused by the reputation. This kind of thing was no longer new. Many people in the places did not go to the Shuntian Prefecture, but instead liked to come to the exclusive sedan chair.

But he was neither Shuntian Prefecture nor the Minister of Justice, and the Ministry of Revenue had a lot of affairs waiting for him to handle.

No matter how righteous he is, he cannot do nothing to uphold justice. His current practice still allows these unjust people to complain to Shuntian Prefecture.

"Shuntian Mansion refused to accept the complaints from the people's daughters, and asked Master Qingtian to make decisions for the people's daughters. The people's daughter's husband died so unjustly!" The woman knelt on the ground, crying in the rain.

Lin Fu was a little stunned, but he didn't expect that Shuntian Prefecture would not accept it. Just when he was about to say something, a majestic voice came from the sedan chair and said, "Dropping the sedan chair, take the letter!"

Lin Qingran is now the Minister of Revenue, so he has no right to personally try criminal cases. However, he is a second-rank official in the Ming Dynasty. If he really encounters any great grievances, he can put some pressure on the relevant yamen.

The case that Xu Gang, the prefect of Shuntian, dared not accept was definitely a big shot in the court.

If he was a smooth official, the safest solution would naturally be to find a reason to give it up, but after all, Lin Qingtian, who is known as "Qingtian", also wanted to see what was going on.

Lin Fu swallowed the words he spit out of his throat and went up to pick up the paper. He saw that there were many sweat marks on the paper. He probably had written the paper when he went to Beijing, and knew that there might be a great injustice here.

But he has never been a talkative person. He has always kept his sacred mission in mind and respectfully delivered this somewhat worn-out paper to Lin Weiran in the sedan chair.

Lin Qingran smelled a trace of sweat odor from the shaped paper. In fact, he could throw away the shaped paper directly on this ground, but his conscience did not allow him to do so.

But after seeing the person sued by the escort paper, he felt a little regretful. His brows frowned tightly, and after reading the contents of the escort paper, a solemn expression appeared on his face.

Lin Weiran thought for a moment, then pulled open the curtain of the sedan chair and asked in a deep voice at Liu Ruyue who was kneeling in front of him: "Liu Ruyue, why is Shuntian Prefecture unwilling to accept your case?"

"He... they said that the paper was too sloppy, and they wanted the folk girl to find someone to write another copy, but... it was just that the folk girl had no money on her!" Liu Ruyue seemed hesitant and said.

When Lin Fu heard this reason, he immediately accused: "Why didn't you tell it truthfully just now?"

"Minister...the people are at the end of their lives, so please let me take charge of me!" Liu Ruyue explained with grievance.

Lin Xuran was quite helpless in the face of this woman's cleverness, so he asked seriously: "Liu Ruyue, do you say that your husband was beaten to death, and do you have real evidence in your hands?"

"The people's daughters are the basis, the villagers are the evidence, and the people's daughters have the fingerprints of the villagers in their hands to prove it!" Liu Ruyue responded seriously in response to the question.

Lin Xuran saw that she was obviously guarding against him. He hesitated for a moment, and then asked seriously: "Where are you now?"

"The young woman is penniless!" Liu Ruyue lowered her head silently and responded in a low voice.

Lin Qingran handed the paper to Lin Fu outside and immediately made a decision and said, "I will arrange a temporary residence for you. The paper will also solve it for you when the paper is written, but you have to give me a few days to understand the whole story! If you want to go to Shuntian Prefecture or go to the Ministry of Justice, I will give you convenience!"

"Master Qingtian, do you not accept the case of a civilian girl?" Liu Ruyue asked anxiously.

Lin Xuran sighed inwardly and said honestly: "I am the Minister of Revenue and do not have the right to be the chief of the criminal prison. And do you really don't know what my relationship with Shangshu Yin is?"

"The young woman knows it, but knows that the elder is the master of Qingtian, and will definitely make the decision for the young woman!" Liu Ruyue hesitated for a moment, but nodded gently and said.

"You can stay at peace for now! If you really have such a great injustice, you don't have to take the lead in the trial. The court will take charge of you!" A trace of bitterness appeared on the corner of Lin Junran's mouth, but he comforted him.

This is already a troublesome thing, and it is even quite difficult. Because the person Liu Ruyue sued is not someone else, but his teacher, Yin Tai, the current Minister of Rites.

The incident was because Yin Tai's housekeeper occupied other people's land in Jiangxi, which caused disputes and fights between the two sides. As a result, the housekeeper accidentally beat Liu Ruyue's husband to death.

The local government was afraid of the Yu Yin family, so naturally he did not dare to accept the case. However, Liu Ruyue went to Beijing to file a lawsuit and even sued him directly.

"Thank you, Master Qingtian!" Liu Ruyue kowtowed in a regular manner in the face of this result.

Lin Fu listened to Lin Junran's instructions and asked someone to settle Liu Ruyue.
Chapter completed!