"There's no rush. I'll put it on after someone beats the drum." Mu Qianyu looked at her meticulously combed hair, then looked at the official uniform, and was quite satisfied with her image.
After that, she waited in the room. At first she was very focused, thinking that the drum of grievance would soon be beaten.
But an hour, two hours, and the whole morning passed without a sound.
"Lan'er, go and ask the front yard yamen, is it bad to complain?" Mu Qianyu asked listlessly.
Lan'er couldn't bear to say: "Miss, I've been there three times this morning. It's okay to complain in front of you."
"That's not possible. No one has taken care of Anping Mansion for so many years. There must be a lot of grievances." Mu Qianyu was puzzled.
At this time, Li Jiaoer came in to deliver fruits.
"Xiao Jiao'er, tell me, why no one comes to play the drums?" Mu Qianyu asked.
Li Jiaoer hesitated for a moment before saying, "I'm afraid the people are not very confident about you."
"Have I not done enough?" Mu Qianyu scratched her head. She came here to deal with the government servants, Wei Zhong and the bandits. Isn't it obvious that she wants to be an official?
"You have done a lot and are very good, but the people in the house are afraid of being bullied for so many years, so they probably still don't dare to do it."
"This is common sense, life is not easy, who dares to test the waters." She sighed slightly.
Before he finished sighing, he heard the sound of heavy and fast drums coming from outside.
"Dong dong dong dong!"
Mu Qianyu's eyes immediately lit up: "It's great if you have such courage. Come and ascend to the throne."
The main entrance of the Yamen has been repaired by craftsmen in the past two days, and two newly made stone lions have been placed. There is a fence at the entrance to keep out the onlookers.
The common people who had nothing to do after reading the notice yesterday gathered in front of the government office to see if anyone would come to report to the government today.
Although Anping Prefecture has a low population density, it covers a vast area and there are still many idle people in the city. At this moment, they are all crowded outside the door and looking inside.
The usually unorganized government officials stood upright under the hall, holding water and fire sticks in their hands. A brand-new upright and bright plaque was hung above the court hall, looking solemn and solemn.
In the decades since the imperial court abandoned its garrison in Anping Prefecture, the court has rarely looked like this.
It was the first time for many children to see such a scene, and they looked inside curiously.
"The prefect has arrived."
A yamen servant shouted loudly, and Mu Qianyu, who was neatly dressed in official robes, walked out of the side hall with an upright figure and a stern expression.
Occasionally, she could pretend to be cold to support herself, and that was the case right now.
Wei Zhong and Lu Yijiang followed Mu Qianyu out and sat on the side. Logically speaking, officials as big as them had their own political affairs and generally did not participate in court hearings. However, Mu Qianyu asked them to come, so they did not dare not to come.
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Mu Qianyu's appearance is cold and her temperament is like that of a fairy, but she is not easy to get close to, and she feels that she will fly back to the fairy palace at any time.
It's just that she usually uses her face indiscriminately and her behavior is really not very elegant, so she seems to be insulated from her temperament.
At this moment, she walked up with a straight face, her whole aura was fully open, and her dark and bright eyes just calmly glanced at everyone present. People felt a strong oppression and couldn't help but lower their heads.
Seeing everyone's reaction, Mu Qianyu wondered if he had overacted, so he adjusted his voice and said slightly calmly: "Shengtang."
"Mighty!" The court servant struck the water and fire stick with a long sound, and the intimidating power of the court immediately became stronger.
This was the first time for Mu Qianyu to experience this scene in person. He suppressed the curiosity in his eyes and said in a clear voice: "Bring the drummer."
"Bring the drummer!" the yamen servants called out. Two yamen servants outside the door immediately pressed down on a man in his early twenties wearing a patched cotton-padded jacket.
When the man came up, he knelt on the ground, kowtowed and said, "Old man Niu Er, please ask the magistrate to avenge the villain."
The people felt more and more that this court was really like that, and the prefect looked very upright. They had never seen such a good-looking person before.
"If the prefect were a man, I would definitely marry her." A woman stared straight at Mu Qianyu's face, her eyes full of admiration.
"You are young and shameless." An aunt said to her, and while looking towards the hall, she said: "Don't even look at what you look like. If I were twenty years younger, I would be about the same."
"This is the first time I think this official uniform looks so good..." The women only felt that their eyes were getting higher and higher as they looked at him, and they couldn't take their eyes away from Mu Qianyu.
"You women are fine, let's see how she tries the case." A man couldn't help but interrupt.
Another man also said: "Yes, and besides, the prefect can't become a man no matter what, you guys, there's no chance."
Mu Qianyu listened to the noise outside, followed suit, picked up the gavel on the side, patted it, and said: "Quiet."
As expected, there was no sound outside.
She then looked at the poor man and asked, "What grievances do you have? Please tell me quickly."
"It's like this. Li Dacai, the landlord of our village, robbed my wife Liu as a concubine a year ago. The common people went to ask for it many times and were beaten all over with bruises every time. Why do you still ask the great master to make the decision?" Niu Er's nose was full of tears.
He said with tears in his eyes.
"Did you report to the government at that time?" Mu Qianyu asked.
Niu Er shook his head: "Not really."
Mu Qianyu glanced at Wei Zhong casually, and then said: "Come here, tell Li Dacai and the Liu family to come to the hall."
Wei Zhong felt his scalp numb after being glanced at. He finally understood that handing over all the embezzled spiritual stones was far from over. It might not be easy for him to keep his official position.
Zhuangzi was not far from the city, and people quickly brought him here. Li Dacai looked to be in his early fifties and had some cultivation skills, while Liu was a beautiful young woman in her early twenties.
Although the young woman was wearing cotton clothes, Mu Qianyu was still keen to detect the unhealed whip wounds on her wrists.
Li Dacai held his stomach high. After he came in, he looked at Mu Qianyu with a smile. He didn't kneel down but bowed and said, "Student Wu Xiucai Li Dacai has met Mr. Futai."
Mrs. Liu knelt down obediently, with a sad face, but did not dare to look at Niu Er.
Niu Er looked at Mrs. Liu with red eyes.
As the saying goes, don't hit someone with a smiling face. When Mu Qianyu saw Li Dacai acting like this, he smiled lightly and said, "It turns out he is a Wu scholar, so there is no need to kneel down. Just stand and listen to the trial."
"Thank you, Mr. Futai." Li Dacai was very satisfied with Mu Qianyu's attitude. When he bowed his head, he looked at Niu Er who was kneeling beside him, with satisfaction and malice flashing in his eyes.
It's simply unbelievable that a little untouchable dares to fight with him.
Niu Er's eyes were full of unyieldingness. The reason why he dared to sue was because he was not afraid of death.