Marriage record after marrying the wrong person

The sky in the early morning is just foggy and gray, and before long, thousands of families will wake up from their sleep and start their daily livelihood.

However, there are those who reversed the day and night before falling asleep——

In the lobby of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, all the people up and down were crooked or down, leaning over the desk and slumped on the chairs. They have been spinning continuously for several days to collect evidence and search for clues.Even if they were almost exhausted, they didn't slack off, they all took a breath, they also had their own wives or sisters, and they couldn't bear to avenge those girls who died tragically after being abused.

After working day and night without sleep, the suspect was finally arrested and brought to justice. He was locked in a prison and locked several times before he dared to sleep for a while, but his consciousness was drifting on the verge of coma and sobriety.

The same is true for Hua Yi, his chin has already grown green stubble, and his eyes are also black and blue, he is quite haggard, but he also has a self-contained demeanor.He fell on his back on the pear flower chair in the main seat, closed his eyes tiredly, raised his hand to pinch the center of his brow, and sorted out the doubts and difficulties of the whole case in his mind.

Suddenly there was a sound, it was the sound of □ falling to the ground, Hua Yi opened his eyelids when he heard the sound, it turned out that there was a person lying on the chair and fell to the ground too soundly.

He didn't want to continue thinking, Hua Yi poured himself a bowl of tea, just finished the tea, glanced inadvertently, and smiled.

Three inches in front of him, there are stacks of case files piled up on the desk, leaving a small space for him to shelter, all thanks to that "adult", using private power without going through the process directly He pushed all the difficult cases to the Ministry of Criminal Justice, thinking that other complicated cases could tie his hands and feet and make him too busy to take care of them.

Hua Yi just saw a very inconspicuous corner of the rosewood in this pile of voluminous volumes.

He carefully framed the picture of Begonias in spring that Song Tan gave him. He thought it was the first gift between them, and he thought of seeing the picture and thinking about others, so he brought the picture to the Ministry of Criminal Justice. .

With a flick of his sleeves, Hua Yi ruthlessly swept the pile of cases to the ground. He opened the scroll and laid out the pictures impatiently. The tip of his nose smelled of the bitter and dry ink, and what he saw was the sudden drop of red ink. Shocking like a begonia weeping blood.

Hua Yi frowned slightly, and he was somewhat dissatisfied and greedy thinking that the first gift between him and Song Tan turned out to be a painting that was unintentionally destroyed, unfinished and had some ominous meanings.

He didn't have any paint tools for painting at hand, so Hua Yi picked up a vermilion brush at random. This brush has a rough tip and a lot of hairs and is made for correcting official documents. It is not suitable for meticulous painting work. Hua Yi doesn't care, he sticks to it When the tip of the brush is wet, each stroke uses its own gentleness to turn the drop of red ink into continuous affection.

It took some time to dry the painting, and once it was done, Hua Yi asked someone to send the painting back to Washington, and told Song Tan to open it and read it.

The quiet and soft pool water reflects the graceful green willows on the bank, and the pink and white butterflies are flying among the grass without horseshoes. Everything is indescribably quiet and peaceful. Song Tan is beside the pond, placing a A small couch, with distant mountains in front of his eyes, yellow and green with daisy. He warmed a pot of wine and sipped it in small sips. It stands to reason that he is so comfortable. Now he is not obsessed with Buddhism and Taoism. He should think of something poetic and picturesque .

However, he didn't think about anything, he was in a trance without sadness or joy, and he couldn't feel any emotion.

Ever since I heard the gossip about Hua Yi going in and out of the brothel yesterday and wanting to accept prostitutes as his side wives, it was strange to say that Song Tan actually had a good night's sleep. There were no shadows, no smugness, and no grotesques in his dreams.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to feel that this was really a good thing. He swallowed the feeling of emptiness. Only he knew that his calmness was nothing more than self-deception and not daring to delve into it. His love is so precarious. And so vulnerable.

Song Tan took over the painting that Hua Yi asked someone to send over. He didn't show any surprise, but slowly unfolded it. Suddenly his pupils constricted, his throat rolled around his neck, and his heart thumped. Boom.

The unsightly red ink was gone, and Hua Yi turned it into a red plum in the painting that nestled with the begonia.

The painter's strokes are smooth and delicate, showing the stamens of the plum blossoms. Hua Yi also used blank space, not even a drop of white paint, but it makes people think that the crabapple and plum blossoms are blooming on the snow, whistling In the snowy wind, there is a lingering scent of crabapple and plum fragrance intertwined. There is heat in the cold, and beauty in the plain.

The corners of Song Tan's mouth curled up unknowingly, and he thought convincingly: It turns out that Hua Yi said that his painter's photos are worse than his.

The person who sent the painting said: "My lord asked me to say a word to my wife: When the flowers are blooming, the lovesickness can't stop."

Lovesickness can't stop.

Just these six words are enough to make thousands of emotions and thoughts fly down Song Tan's mind. He couldn't figure it out. He made a decision spontaneously: he wants to go to Hua Yi, he needs to ask Hua Yi carefully what he means, they are already tied together, and he also wants to live with Hua Yi in a lively and joyful way lifetime.

Song Tan made this decision hastily and quickly, he kept the scroll of paintings in his arms, and before he had time to tell the rest of him, he hurried out the door, but suddenly remembered that he didn't know where the office of the Ministry of Punishment was located. place.

Song Tan raised his eyes, and there was a ragged beggar staring at him intently. Song Tan didn't think it was strange, and said that he thought he was rich, and asked him about the position of the Ministry of Justice. The beggar was still dancing enthusiastically. After explaining to him in detail for a long time, Song Tan said words of thanks and gave him a few taels of silver at the same time.

However, according to the beggar's description, he crossed the Hongqiao bridge, stepped over the bluestone slabs, and walked across the five-color bridge. As he walked, he turned and entered a lonely alley overgrown with weeds. .

Song Tan was in a bad mood and had an ominous premonition.

From behind came the unhurried, steady footsteps, mixed with a hoarse voice humming a children's song, out of tune and a little bit weird, Song Tan got goosebumps all over his body.

Song Tan turned around—it was the ragged beggar who showed him the way. He changed from his obedient attitude not long ago, his back was straight, and there was a vague smile on the corner of his mouth, which made people shudder...

The man tilted his head, yawned, and said casually: "I also followed the nobleman all the way, it was very hard work, the nobleman will come with me."

Hua Yi took the handkerchief handed over by the person around him, and wiped the blood dripping from his fingers expressionlessly. He had just gone to the prison to deal with the harmless man, but he was more vicious than snakes and scorpions, and crueler than tigers. Leopard's young master used a bit of punishment - cut a not deep and not shallow gash on his body, put his fingers in and stirred it up.

It wasn't a waste of time, the young master endured the severe pain before passing out, he still confessed that the three female corpses found in the forest outside the city were tortured to death by him.

Hua Yi originally wanted to pour a basin of water on him to wake him up, but someone told him that Master Shang Shu had come to invite him to come over.

Hua Yi had no choice but to give the old guy the face of his boss.

It was because Huayi's emperor's uncle really doted on him, and he was afraid that Huayi would not be convinced by his young age, so he might as well find him a boss who only wants to retire and has no intention of going to court, so that there is a sense of oppression in the name Discipline, but without restricting Hua Yi's temperament, he can be free to forge ahead and do something.

The emperor's uncle picked the old guy to be Hua Yi's boss——

His boss still has one year's official term to expire, so he directly became the hands-off shopkeeper, and he was named in the Ministry of Criminal Justice to receive a salary. The rest of the affairs, investigation and punishment are still up to Hua Yi, the old guy is a little busy He didn't dare to take care of it, for fear that something might happen that would prevent him from retiring and returning home.

But the old guy is old-fashioned and sour in his bones. He claims to be the master of the book, and if he has nothing to do, he still has to put on airs to control Hua Yi. Because of his age, Hua Yi is both a boss and an elder, so he can only bear it a few times.

As soon as Shang Shu saw Hua Yi entering the room, he immediately got up and closed the door.

When he turned around again, Hua Yi clearly saw the blue veins on his forehead, and even his white beard was about to stand on end. He seemed unable to restrain the impulse in his heart, and said earnestly: "You boy! You are too ignorant. Dare to arrest anyone! You are the only one who dares to take over the case that the central government in Beijing has the right to pardon and can’t even handle it! The Holy Spirit has ordered it, so you can do it! It’s nothing to cause trouble for the Ministry of Punishment!”

Hua Yi said softly: "You servant Shejia's brat broke the law, why can't I catch him?"

Shangshu pointed at him for a long time, stroking his beard and said: "What kind of person is that right servant, who is so powerful that he manages the three departments of soldiers, criminals and workers, and is more than enough to manage an old man. Give them face!"

Hua Yi said patiently: "Master Shangshu, please ask Su Wu from the Ministry of War and Shao Qingfeng from the Ministry of Industry who has ever heard a word from this right servant surnamed Zhang? You take him too seriously .”

Shang Shu blew his beard and stared again.

"The right servant is not good at teaching young children, but he used all his abilities to deal with me. He is poaching my old friend and finding something for me to do. I have to treat his little boy well."

Shang Shu couldn't argue with Hua Yi, so he changed his angle and comforted him with a troubled face: "Even if the right servant of the She family accidentally killed a few girls, they are still the dead bonded servants bought by the family's mansion. It's all the owner's."

Hua Yi's face froze when he heard the words, and he turned his eyes coldly, "Shang Shu, why bother to pretend to be confused, those three girls are all innocent people! One of the girls is the only daughter of Li Bi, Lieutenant of Xuanjie, if it wasn't for Li Bi There is still some official position, but they are only eighth-rank officials. After suing to no avail, they died as a show of honor, which made things worse. Those girls died miserably, and they were insulted after death. !"

"Oh!" Shang Shu felt that Hua Yi was really disappointing and unreasonable, "I'm stepping down for you! I'll find you a reason to close the case. Do you want me to speak so clearly!"

Hua Yi saw that he had never changed, and knew that it was time to expose him.

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The official titles in the text use the official titles of the Tang Dynasty.

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感谢在2020-05-2320:52:49~2020-05-2420:35:04期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 2 in the long night;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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