Grandpa is such a bunny

Eighteen huge bronze bells are hung high in front of the courtyard of Dali Temple. The black and steep bell mouth is facing down, like a bloody mouth, ready to swallow anyone who walks here anytime and anywhere.

It was dawn, and the early winter sun shone into the Dali Temple. It was dazzling, but it seemed that there was no temperature at all, and the coldness penetrated directly into the neckline of people.

The hall of interrogation is very spacious, with four carved red pillars propping up the majestic hall, on which hangs a golden plaque of "Justice and Qingming". There is a three-foot square table under the hall. Raised hands rest on the gavel.

Huang Zhang looked sideways at the place where the bead curtain was hanging down on the side of the hall, and got a signal from the people inside, and took a heavy shot of the gavel, "Bring the prisoner to the hall—"

The bronze bell in the courtyard made a terrifying and solemn sound. Amidst the echoes, the Xuanwu Imperial Guards filed in, holding wide-faced thick knives and escorting more than a dozen people with disheveled hair and wearing prison uniforms to the court.

The prisoner at the head looked haggard, but raised his head slightly, his cloudy eyes scanned the hall, his noble bones were moved, and he knelt down on the ground and said loudly, "Your Majesty, this old minister has served the late Emperor for several years. Gong, now the temples are gray, and being humiliated by others is really a great injustice under the heavens, and I hope that your Majesty will inspect the virtuous ministers and restore the ministers' innocence!"

Du Yun glanced, and immediately knelt down, "The disaster victims who left their homes in Hengzhou, the poor students who were wronged and buried their ambitions, and the Gao adults who died in a foreign country before their bones are all watching and listening in the sky, crying bitterly, waiting for your majesty Give them back their fairness and innocence!"

The Emperor of the Great Jing Kingdom sat inside the bead curtain, his face darkened and sullen, he slapped the armrest of the dragon chair angrily, and said sharply, "Huang Qing, you are promoted!"

Huang Zhang took a picture of the gavel and raised his voice to send witnesses to the court.

In the detention hall at the back of the hall, when I saw Qin Chuxin again, she was already dressed in a prison uniform, with bare makeup and a pale face. Her thin wrists were tied with heavy iron shackles. As she walked with difficulty, there was a heavy crashing sound.

Tu Bai changed into a dark blue police uniform, with silver in his pocket, smiling and getting close to Qin Chuxin's guard.

"Such a good-looking person, you are willing to lock the shackles." Tubo revealed a corner of the silver in the bag, "Can I have a few words with her? Brother, brothers are traveling together, it's convenient chant."

The imperial guards waiting outside the hall held long halberds and sealed off the road.

Tu Bai scratched his chin, and his eyelids were shining. Thinking about him, if he had a little grasp, he thought, "If I faint them, go in and say a few words with the first mother. Will the emperor take Du? Cloud cut?"

Calmly and calmly, "Probably not, the emperor will not be so stingy."

While thinking about it, Tubo slowly freed a hand from under the bag carrying the bag of silver, and was about to turn his palm into a knife and strike the imperial army's head, when he was pushed back by a hand that came across.

Dressed in a green robe, Qian Fan walked over. He was as gentle as jade, with clean eyebrows and eyes. His snow-white monk shoes stepped on the bluestone road, like a god and Buddha coming from the border of Tianshan Mountain. He clasped his hands together and bowed his head. position, the benefactor is with the poor monk."

The two imperial guards moved their eyeballs expressionlessly, and turned around on Tubo, as if expressing doubts. Tubo put the silver back into the bag without changing his face, and raised his chin. open it."

Then he stood behind Qian Fan, intending to follow him in, only to realize that there was a young monk following him.

The three entered the waiting room, Tubo asked, "What do you want to say to her?"

Qian Fan said, "Didn't you want to see her?"

Tubo blinked, and realized that he saw that he wanted to go in, so he deliberately said that to the imperial guards, so he smiled, and took out the silver ingot that he planned to bribe from the bag, stuffed it into Qianfan's wide sleeve robe, and stuck it on the He whispered in his ear, "Darling, you saved me a lot of money, hey, I'll give you all of it, and go buy some delicious food."

Originally intending to tease this man, but unexpectedly, Chan Master Shanyue stuffed the money back into Tubo's pocket and said softly, "You will buy it."

Tubo was taken aback, but couldn't help but smile meaningfully.

Qian Fan's face didn't blush when he called him his darling, but he became hot and flushed because of his teasing smile.

The little monk next to him was obediently folded his hands and lowered his head. He felt something strange in the atmosphere, and quietly raised his eyelids to take a look, but was caught by Tubo, "Hey, where did this kid come from?"

Qian Fan, "He called Yixuan, he is the disciple of the poor monk."

"I haven't seen it before."

Qian Fan nodded, "It's new from the poor monk."

He still wanted to say something, but when he heard the voice of the presiding judge summoning witnesses to the court from the hall of interrogation, he stopped talking to make room for Tubo to speak with Qin Chuxin.

Tubo gave him a "really considerate" look, and walked in front of Qin Chuxin.

Not only is there money in the small bundle she carries, but she also has a snow-white skirt.

"Will you wear it?" Tubo spread out his hands, the skirt was like a butterfly lying on his palm, "Girl, you have to dress up nicely."

Qin Chuxin stared blankly at his hand.

"Young Master Tu, thank you for saving your life." She said.

After Tubo rescued her, he suffered from headaches. He had long forgotten that he was rescued by a hero. He only heard a few words from Du Yun and the others, "If you thanked me, you wouldn't be standing here anymore. .”

Qin Chuxin took the white dress with pale white fingers, and in an instant, tears rolled down her face, just like that day when she jumped off the top of the city wall wearing a red wedding dress, without hesitation and being caught off guard.

She laughed while crying, and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingertips, "I don't regret it. He promised back then that if he betrayed me one day, he would condemn Huangquan Wangchuan to plead guilty. He deserved his death, and I deserved it too. "

Tubo took out a sandalwood inlaid red bean hairpin from his sleeve, handed it to her, and sighed, "He deserves to die. But you are so stupid, you shouldn't expose yourself to me with those things, otherwise the government will investigate and there will be no evidence Catch you."

The corners of Qin Chuxin's eyes were red, and he didn't speak. He caressed the red beans on the hairpin, and Tubo said, "I put them on, and they are easy to break. Please put them on for you. It's time for you to go to court."

Qin Chuxin nodded, and Tubo nimbly inserted his fingers into her temples.

Not far away, Qian Fan looked at the red bean hairpin on the woman's temple that was weeping with blood, and his eyes were a little more profound.

The sound of gavels falling heavily came from the trial hall, and the sound of 'mighty' reverberated in the hall like a reminder, the imperial army came over and said in a deep voice, "Go to court."

Qin Chuxin nodded, lifted his skirt and bowed to Tubo to salute, "If there is an afterlife, Chu Niang is willing to be a cow and a horse to serve you by your side."

Tubo put his arms around his arms and said calmly, "If there is an afterlife, I hope you find a good family."

The sound of the shackles gradually disappeared. Amidst the majestic sound of the court staff beating the ground, Tubo peeked into the unsealed side door of the waiting hall, and saw the corpse lying under the white cloth showing a limp wrist. The back of the hand was black and purple. The intentionally opened wound has drained of pus and rotted day by day, revealing faint white bones.

The miserable white hand bones were hung with strings of sticky purple rotten flesh. Tubo glanced at it, and suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart——the woman kneeling on both sides of the corpse in the hall, the one who was as white as snow gouged out The bones of this corpse were used to carve the unforgettable years on Weihan's bones with raised eyebrows, and the remaining skin was taken away by the official lady in purple fur and brocade, and slowly burned every drop of blood. .

Gao Chenfeng's bones and flesh are Qin Chuxin and Zhang Yinxiang, no matter which piece is gouged out, he will never let go of it and never forget it.

But his 'bone' and 'flesh' didn't look at him again, because the heart they wanted was neither in a crumbling skeleton nor in a rotten flesh.

Zhang Dingcheng stared at his daughter's thin and stubborn back, and said angrily, "Xiangxiang, what are you doing here!"

Huang Zhang looked down at the crowd from above, "Zhang Yinxiang, do you know who killed your husband-in-law?"

Zhang Yinxiang raised her head slightly, her slender spine still maintained her last dignity and arrogance, but her eyes were already messy and painful. She was fixed on looking at the plaque on the high hanging hall that said "Justice and Clearness", and she was depressed in Zhang Dingcheng. In the angry reprimand, he slowly crouched down, his forehead pressed to the ground, and the purple magnolia hairpin slipped from his temples, making a crisp sound of pearls and jade breaking. Zhang Yinxiang was shocked, as if awakened from a dream of a beautiful woman Amidst the crackling sound, he said in a hoarse voice, "...I know, it's my father..."

Huang Zhang, "Speak slowly."

Zhang Yinxiang's testimony, Zhang Dingcheng's motive for the murder, Qin Chuxin's confession of the murderer, more than 700 scars left on the corpse, lovesick red beans that are as beautiful as blood, half a scrap of paper written in a hurry, and handed over before death Given Qin Chuxin's account book and the list and bills buried deep in the soil, all the tangled mess was finally unraveled, which was exactly the same as the deduction of Du Yun and others.

The corpse spoke, but looked at the stranger in silence. The secret and understanding behind the deliberate murder can no longer distinguish right from wrong, and only the rules and regulations remain to determine the crime of being a living person.

All the evidence and witnesses were in front of the emperor, Zhang Dingcheng felt unwilling, trembling under Longyan's fury, trying to make a final sophistry for himself, but was sternly shouted at by the emperor, the disappointment and hatred in the eyes of the emperor shocked him Looking forward, it is the daughter's heart that is ashamed and depressed, and looking back, it is the helpless man who is too busy to take care of himself and sweats. Can't get any older.

Zhang Dingcheng never thought that he would destroy the foundation of his many years of construction by crushing an ant to death, but it was too late to regret, he pressed his head to the ground, and said in a feeble voice, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, spare your life... "

Du Yun straightened his back and looked sideways at the old and sluggish Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites. He thought of the poor students who were oppressed, concealed and deceived standing under the high wall and glazed tiles, watching the ignorant dude ascend the hall. From the famous scholar to the right deputy censor of the Procuratorate-the murder case is just the beginning, and there are more dirty accounts to be settled later.

After the first trial, the case of Gao Chenfeng was settled, Lord Huang read out the emperor's decree, took Zhang Dingcheng into prison, and ransacked Zhang's house. Those who were involved in the case were sent to prison and sentenced, and those who were not involved were demoted and punished. Thorough investigation Officials were involved in Gao Chenfeng's account books and bills. Corruption and bribery, buying and selling of official positions were severely punished.

Halfway through hearing the edict, Tubo took Qian Fan out to the market.

The bazaar in the imperial capital is big and lively, with tens of thousands of roofs in the distance rolling up and down, business flags fluttering nearby, people coming and going, and a dazzling array of things to see. Tubo bought three bunches of bright red candied haws and gave them to Qianfan and behind him. The young monk Yixuan followed.

The three held candied haws and shuttled through the crowd in Xi Rang, watching the excitement.

"The market is much more fun than the Dali Temple. There are people everywhere." Tubo squeezed into the crowd, said with his head turned, bit off a piece of hawthorn and put it in his mouth.

The bulging cheeks softened the lines of his thin and sharp face, making him look a little cute. In his heart, Qian Fan replaced the mature and handsome Brother Tu with a fluffy white rabbit with long ears. His fingers felt itchy for a while, and he wanted to touch it Touch the soft hair, stroke the rabbit ears a few times.

Tubo watched monkeys, acrobatics, sugar blowers, and jugglers with great interest, and bought some small things to put in his pockets from time to time. He planned to give them to Master Sun Xiao and the children at the Yamen’s gate when he returned to Luo’an. He held a trumpet in his hand. Zi, Wu—Wu— kept blowing, "This is good, when I go back and give it to Stove Lady, as soon as she blows, we'll go eat."

Qian Fan saw that his face was full of anticipation that he was about to go back, his eyes darkened, and he seemed to want to say something, but the crowd was noisy, and he was drowned in the laughter and applause as soon as he opened his mouth, so he could only purse his lower lip and look around him. The little monk next to him put away his thoughts and devoted himself to shopping with Tubo.

Tubo was sweating as he walked, he saw a sweet water shop in a quiet place by the side of the road from afar, and planned to take someone to buy it for a taste, but Qian Fan, who followed quietly behind him, grabbed his sleeve.

"Huh? Are you tired? Let's go eat Yuanxiao."

On such occasions, Qianfan has never opened his mouth. Like a parent, he is only responsible for paying for money and helping with things. where to.

Tubo smiled, and led people to squeeze in. He saw the trinkets placed all over the floor, with equal distances between them. The peddler had many rattan circles on his arms, and was selling circles to everyone who joined in the fun.

"Eight ten coins, take it away if you get it in the set, and the guest officer will come and play with you."

Tubo raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Want to play?"

Qian Fan stared at him with clear eyes, his cheeks were as smooth as jade, he gestured to a row of small bamboo cages placed farthest away with his eyes, and whispered sheepishly, "Give that to the poor monk."

In the small bamboo cage is a snow-white rabbit with big palms.

Tubo's eyebrows twitched back and forth, looking at the handsome monk in front of him, he was speechless for a while, and finally nodded, thinking, "What I want to give most is my rabbit, not those little guys."

But he likes people who spoil him, so he immediately bought a circle of [-] Wen, distributed ten to the little monk Yixuan, and kept ten in his own hand, all of which were used as rabbits for Qian Fan.

Qianfan only wanted one at first, but he didn't expect Brother Tubo to be very talented in playing. Which one of the ten ferrules refers to? Rabbits fit together.

"What else do you want?" Tupper asked.They finally got out of the crowd and sat in the sweet water shop by the road. Tubo put the bamboo cage on the table, stuck two fingers through the gap in the cage, and pulled a little rabbit by its long ears to bully.

Qian Fan looked at the big rabbit in the big cage, he couldn't help but cry and save Little Ear from him, took advantage of Yixuan to pay the money, turned around, quickly touched Tubo's head, and said very seriously, "No, ten One is enough."

Tubo was puzzled, "Eleven?"

Qian Fan had a sly smile on his face, with his green robe hanging down, clasped his hands together, and said in a gentle voice, "There is another one in the poor monk's house, doesn't the benefactor know?"

That's really ignorant, Tubo never expected that Qianfan also raised a rabbit, and for a while he felt uncomfortable because of the hidden rabbit in the golden house. If he was a human being, you can raise a rabbit. , there is no jealousy to eat, but he is also a rabbit who can be hidden.

He was not his first rabbit, nor was he his No.11 rabbit, Tubo felt depressed.

Seeing him like this, Qian Fan couldn't help smiling from the corners of his eyes and lips, rubbed his fingers against the beads, and said in a low voice, "Don't the benefactor like rabbits?"

Tubo was stunned for a moment, a little unsure about being affectionate for the first time, "You raised it because of me?"

Qian Fan looked down at the sweet water that was served, took the sugar bottle and put sugar on Tubo, his voice drifted out from the steaming heat, with a sweet low-pitched voice, "Otherwise."

Uncle Tu immediately smiled, even looking at the rabbit in the cage was much more pleasing to the eye.

Raised for me.

They ordered three bowls of Lantern Festival at the Tianshui shop, met a vegetable seller on the road, and bought five or six carrots for Tubo and a cage of rabbits to share.

It was almost time to eat, Tubo looked up, and saw the person opposite him staring at him for an unknown amount of time, "My dear, isn't Brother Tu very pretty?"

"Pfft——" The little monk beside him was choked, lowered his head and hurriedly wiped his mouth and the table, "I'm sorry, Master."

Tubo handed him a handkerchief, patted the little monk on the shoulder, and winked at Qianfan, "Hey, little guy, you still have to learn from your master."

Qianfan's ears are a bit hot, not much better than the little monk, it's because Uncle Kuitu often said shameless in front of him, so he barely became immune to this word.

"When we go back, the new yamen should be almost built. I'll build a shack for these rabbits to live in. What's your plan?" Tubo sat lazily, relaxed from his bones.

The smile on Qianfan's lips gradually faded, "Benefactor, I'm afraid that the poor monk will not be able to go back to Luo'an City with you."