Princess Medical Doctor - 157. Chapter 157

In the dark, the small vendors in the capital who did business in the capital pushed wooden carts out, took up positions on the street, and set them apart one by one.

Soy milk, wontons, steamed buns, rice porridge… and fruits and vegetables. In a short time, the spacious streets will be crowded.

When the heat and chaotic aroma of soymilk wafted out, there was more and more people on the street, down-to-earth scholars, people asking for a living, people with decent family conditions…At this time, they would come out to buy early meals and buy some fruits and vegetables. go back.

Everything is the same as usual. The women who came out with their baskets would say hello when they saw familiar people, and when they saw fresh melons and fruits, they would pick and choose two for a penny and a green onion. Bargaining.

The down-and-out scholars sat on the greasy table, talking loudly and talking about the glory of their ancestors. The men who traveled north and south gathered together and talked about their own experience along the way. Although there were exaggerated elements, many people who had never been outside the capital shouted and opened their eyes.

Cries, talks, and from time to time there are the sounds of children playing crazy and crying… It looks messy, but in fact everything has its own rules. Ordinary people in the capital have long been accustomed to this kind of life. They do it every day, and they haven’t changed much.

Just when everyone thought that today is as ordinary as every day in the past, an accident happened…

“Quick, look, a lot of paper, a lot of paper.”

I don’t know who called it. When everyone reacted, they saw sheets of rice paper falling from the sky like snowflakes. Someone who was in trouble jumped up and reached out to grab…

Paper is a good thing. It’s so expensive that most people can’t afford it. It doesn’t matter if the words are written on it, it can’t be used for writing, it can also be used to wrap things, or it can be used as a straw paper.

If someone took the lead, more people jumped up and grabbed it, but more of them fell on top of people’s heads, on the ground…

“There are words on it, what is this?” A certain illiterate child took the paper upside down, tilted his little head, and looked serious.

“Fan Juzi, come and take a look, what’s written on this.” A small vendor took a piece of paper and respectfully presented it to a shabby scholar.

The scholar looked complacent and saw that many people around him were looking at him, waiting for him to read it, his head flushed, no matter what was on it, he opened his mouth and said: “Nine-door admiral is a good young girl, I am outside the city. There are countless young girls in Yun’an. The little granddaughter of the right photograph who disappeared three years ago was kept in Miaoyun’an by the admiral of the nine sects, arbitrarily…

The down-and-out scholar realized what he was talking about. He was shocked and couldn’t read the rest of the content anymore. He hurriedly discarded the paper in his hand, “My mother, what is this.”

Lost two money at will, the right to eat the money, the down-and-out scholar ran fast.

But the people around him found that something was wrong, all of them pale, and the paper in their hands was like a hot potato, and they were too busy to throw them away.

“Dead boy, hurry, I’m almost lost, let’s go back soon.”

“This is a murder, hurry, hurry, go home.”

“I won’t do this business. I’ll give it to you. I have to go back.”

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Whether it was a hawker or a woman who came out to buy things, they all ran like a big enemy, holding their children, and soon the bustling streets were deserted, and the ground…waste paper scattered all over the place.

The same situation was staged on several main streets in the capital, except for the streets, restaurants and inns were no exception. Especially the academy with the most literate people, these crimes can be seen everywhere on the ground…

All the ministers in the DPRK, no matter what faction, wake up early in the morning, and there must be a large piece of paper on the table full of criminal evidence, clearly written on it the crimes committed by several officials, as well as evidence.

The Taoist Temple where the king of Nan’an County used virgin blood to practice alchemy; the Miaoyun Temple where the Jiumen admiral detained the young girl; the sunflower garden where General Zhenyuan buried his bones.

The son of the right minister was jealous with others, killed a scholar in the street, and finally let his servants commit the crime; the housekeeper of Lin Xiang’s mansion destroyed the whole family for a piece of ancestral jade.

General Chen seized his younger sister-in-law and condoned his men to kill innocent people; General Liu destroyed a village directly to enclose land; General Zhou had a wealth of money, but the walls were full of gold bricks, but he was crying poor.

General Wan’s subordinates pretended to lead military exploits and secretly killed ordinary soldiers with high martial skills; General Hu, to seize power, secretly contacted Nanban, planted and framed Shangfeng to betray the enemy…

The evidence of such crimes is unknown, and each pile is full of blood and tears.

In addition to the criminal evidence, there are also several romantic affair, such as the Jinyuan where Princess Fu Shou Long raises the noodle head;

When I first saw this piece of paper containing evidence of the crimes of dozens of ministers in the DPRK, no one believed it. It was only when someone was making trouble and deliberately discrediting the court.

But when a group of “righteous teachers” rushed to Miaoyun Temple, from the underground kiln, they carried out a godless, skinny, tortured little girl, everyone would believe even if they didn’t believe it.

A small secret kiln actually closed more than 20 girls, the oldest was no more than fifteen, and the youngest was only eight years old. And each of these girls was dull-eyed, hiding when they saw the light, and they were very afraid of people approaching, especially men.

Fortunately, this group of “righteous teachers” is not unscrupulous, and did not use these little girls as exhibits. Instead, they immediately took off their coats and covered them, looking for gentle women, The girl is placed.

In addition to Miaoyun Temple, there were also bold people who rushed into the sunflower garden, wounded the guards of the sunflower garden, and dug all bones from the ground.

There are male and female bones, and several of them have just rotted and looked like they were buried not long ago.

The Kuiyuan was suffering, and the Taoist Temple was not much better. The Nan’an Junwang held a great power, but was obsessed with the way of longevity. A group of passionate men found dozens of young girls in the Tao Temple who were enslaved by blood.

These girls have at least dozens of wounds on their wrists, and their faces are pale and not human.

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When these filthy strongholds were dug out, no one dared to say that the pieces of paper that suddenly fell from the sky today were all nonsense!

“God opens his eyes. This is God opens his eyes and wants to punish the wicked.” An elderly man knelt at the door of his house and bowed his head in the direction of the palace.

“My son, my son.”

“My dear daughter, mother is wrong, mother is wrong, mother shouldn’t covet a few pennies and sell you.”

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The families of the victims wept bitterly and knelt outside the yamen, begging the government to give them justice and their dead children.

The students from various colleges gathered together, ready to appeal to the people, and begged the emperor to severely punish the murderer.

When the famous and Confucian scholars were heartbroken, they wrote Changfu and denounced the innocent officials.

Just an hour before and after, the news spread all over the capital. The emperor wanted to cover it but couldn’t cover it…