The officials raised their heads one after another, and the roof tiles above their heads seemed to be damaged, and they let out a series of whines.
The officials were all dumbfounded, their faces even uglier than the sky outside the window.
The singing and dancing stopped there, and the dancers huddled aside, secretly looking at the Emperor of the Northern Han Dynasty who was sitting on top.
The Han Emperor had a stern look on his face, clasping his fingers on the armrest, remembering the strange words - Liu's heroic soul, avenging his injustice, ice and snow will fall within three days.
Ridiculous, extremely ridiculous!
Outside the palace, the imperial guards stationed nearby retreated into the corridor one after another. Palace residents who could not dodge were hit by hailstones, and some were severely injured by falling tiles.
The magnificent palace suddenly became a mess.
Faced with such natural disasters, officials whispered among themselves in private and discussed the strange things that have happened in recent days:
"I heard that the case of the Liu family is being tried in Dali Temple. Overnight, the charred corpse turned into a withered skeleton. The withered skeleton was covered with scars, as if it had been abused in some way. It died miserably. There may be some evil spirit at work."
"Isn't it because he committed suicide out of fear of crime?"
Everyone subconsciously looked at the Minister of Dali Temple, Mr. Fang.
At this moment, there was a deafening loud noise above the head.
Immediately afterwards, large swaths of tiles fell from the air, leaving a gap in the main hall, and the cold wind howled in. The sound of the wind sounded shrill, just like the cry of a baby.
In the huge gap, hailstones kept pounding.
The hall suddenly became a mess. Suddenly, a table was hit by hailstones, there was another loud noise, and wood chips shattered on the ground.
When the dust settled, they saw among the debris a hailstone the size of a horse's head, which looked very eye-catching.
"Quick, hurry up and escort me!"
The Yulin guards in armor rushed into the hall and protected the Han Emperor. Dozens of pairs of eyes stared at the top of the head until a slight cracking sound was heard in their ears.
The sound is soft and inaudible, but those who practice martial arts have sharp ears and eyes.
They all looked at the source of the cracking sound, and at the end of their eyes was a golden dragon.
Emperor Han turned his eyes to look.
The gap split open from the stone pillars and instantly snaked down through the entire dragon's claw. As if a knife had been slashed from the middle, the dragon's claw peeled off between the stone pillars and fell straight to the ground.
The dragon lost its claws, and the power of God was furious!
Thunder and hail come and go as quickly as they come, but they are all gone in half a stick of incense, leaving nothing but a mess on the ground.
The officials were secretly glad that this time there was no danger, and they would be able to live a long life in the future.
Only the Han Emperor still had a cold face, looked at the officials below, and shouted: "Si Tianjian!"
Lord Si Tianjian's scalp was numb, and he stood up despite the pressure and prostrated himself in the hall: "This natural disaster is due to the negligence of the humble minister, the humble minister..."
He leaned down and worshiped again, but the Han Emperor who was sitting above him reprimanded: "What's the use of keeping you?"
"Please forgive me, Your Majesty!" Lord Cao bowed his head to the ground, frightened to the point of confusion by this formation.
"Your Majesty, please calm down." All civil and military officials bowed down in unison.
"Saint——" Yushi Zhongcheng spoke up at the right time, "There is a natural disaster. Fortunately today is New Year's Eve. According to the usual practice, the people stay at home to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new. The casualties should not be large. I hope the saint can remember that he will be a great man in prison.
For the sake of professionalism, let’s keep an open mind.”
"I beg your Majesty to show some mercy!" The officials bowed again.
The Emperor of the Han Dynasty looked at the officials below who were begging for mercy, and stood with his hands behind his hands: "I remember that today is New Year's Eve, and Cao Jianzheng has been demoted to the chief of staff, so I have no complaints."
"Thank you for your mercy, Your Majesty!"
The Emperor of the Han Dynasty looked at the lacquered gold dragon and said: "Prince of Dali Temple, Minister of the Ministry of Punishment!"
The minister of Dali Temple and the Minister of Punishment immediately came out.
"I heard that the injustice in the Liu family case was so difficult to redress that Tianwei was furious." Emperor Han looked at the minister of Dali Temple and asked, "Did Mr. Fang find any doubts when hearing the case?"
"There are indeed many doubts." The Minister of Dali Temple truthfully reported, "Liu Hanquan was severely injured in front of his body, and there were many scars on his sternum, leg bones, etc. He did not commit suicide out of fear of crime."
As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.
Emperor Han also fell into a long silence.
The generals of the Liu family have always served their country loyally and won his trust, but colluding with the Zhou army does not seem to be a lie.
Could it be that there really is a hidden secret in this?
"From now on, the Minister of Dali Temple, the Minister of Punishment and the Censor Zhongcheng will re-examine the case." After careful consideration, the Han Emperor spoke again, "At this time next year, I will see the closed case files."
The three ministers took a step forward: "Master, take the order!"
Jinyang Market.
The vendors setting up the stalls sighed repeatedly. The hailstorm today caused them to lose all their money and once returned to the poverty line. It was really a bad year.
After looking at the sky and seeing that they could still catch a New Year's Eve dinner when they got home, the vendors simply started closing their stalls.
Outside the market, a group of people came running, they were the city's imperial guards.
The leading soldier sprinted towards the notice board and covered the original wanted order with a notice.
"My lord, who committed another crime?"
The soldier jumped on his horse, looked down at the people gathered around him, and said loudly: "The imperial court has ordered a retrial of the Liu family's treason case!"
It was the first time that the people who had lived in Kyoto for a long time encountered a retrial of a case. Anyone involved in treason would rather kill a thousand people by mistake.
It seems that this holy will is like the sky in the capital, it changes at will.
Behind the crowd, Shen Yanchu stood tall and tall, with relief in his eyes: "You had expected that there would be hail today, so you just performed such a play, but the Liu family has been saved."
Liu Ruyan was still melancholy: "It's too early to say this now. Emperor Han only gave one year to solve the case. I'm afraid those in the Ministry of Punishment can't count on it."
"So you plan to hunt down the murderer yourself?"
Liu Ruyan thought for a moment, then gave him a military sign.
"What's the meaning?"
"Broken and then rebuilt, steel can be forged a hundred times." She said, "I must bring this murderer who is hiding behind the scenes to justice."
"Now that you've made up your mind, do you know where to find the real murderer?"
She shook her head: "There are not many clues at the moment. I only know that the other party is a white man."
Baiman?
Shen Yanchu lowered his eyes, thoughtfully.
Several people returned to the inn again.
Tonight is New Year's Eve, so I'm not in a hurry to leave the city.
Bai Zhi asked the store to prepare a lot of good wine and food for the New Year's Eve dinner in the evening. The difference was that they were all alone, and the only people who could place their warmth on each other were each other.
After a glass of sake, her stomach began to feel warm. Liu Ruyan drank by herself, but for some reason, her eyes couldn't help but feel sour.
She raised her face and looked out the window at the night.
Normally at this time, the table would be filled with thirty-two dishes. Everyone would be crowded in the hall, changing cups and cups, and listening to the sound of firecrackers outside the house...
Time has passed, but those dishes and wine are still the same, and the friends who used to accompany them day and night have disappeared.
A bright light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and gorgeous fireworks bloomed outside the window. They were extremely bright, but they were also fleeting.
Fireworks are easy to get cold, and people are easy to separate.
She picked up the wine in the cup, walked to the window, turned the cup upside down in her hand, and the gurgling wine fell to the ground with sadness: "The soldiers of the Liu family will not die in vain."
Shen Yanchu and Bai Zhi turned their eyes to her at the window at the same time: The road is dangerous, I will protect you.