仵作daily [traveling]

Du Si had another dream. In the dream, there was an old man with white hair. Although he was frail, he taught Du Si many things until the old man handed him a book—that was exactly the reason. The handbook that I kept reading.

Du Si had vaguely guessed the identity of this old man. Due to his age, his pupils were no longer as clear as before, but he was very energetic when talking about the prison.

He has been teaching Du Si the experience of judging criminal cases in prisons. Du Si did not move and listened quietly.

"The matter of punishment and prison has a long way to go. There are many people in the world who seek the well-being of the people, but there is only one person who proves their innocence. Although Wu Zuo is not an official ordered by the court, it is precisely to verify the truth and restore the truth. For that kind of person, you must never make a wrong judgment, pay more attention to everything, and don't listen to one-sided words and encourage evil and sycophants."

Du Si nodded, feeling a little ashamed. Right now, the case of the Qin family in Yecheng is not in his charge. He has promised the three servants of the Zhuang Mansion in prison to find out the truth, but he cannot implement it himself. No official position...

Is it true that this time, as Sun Ping said, he must bend down and be a man?

"If someone's life is misjudged due to carelessness and omission of doubtful points, it really should not be done."

Even if it was a dream, it was as unpredictable as the world. The expression of the kind old man changed suddenly, and he stared at Du Si with eyes as big as copper bells.

"Du Si, promise me, you must check it yourself, use your own eyes to distinguish the authenticity, don't go my old way!"

The octogenarian suddenly grabbed Du Si, and his skinny hands wrapped around him tightly like iron chains, preventing him from breaking free.

"Why? What did you do?" Du Si shouted loudly, but the old man in front of him ignored him and repeated those few words stubbornly.

"If you don't see it with your own eyes, don't trust others! Promise me, promise me!"

"I'm not your own son, what are you trying to force me to do? At least make it clear!" Du Si struggled | struggling.

"Promise me, promise me!"

Du Yongqiu persisted, and at the same time, the strength of his hands increased sharply, and Du Si was in great pain when he grabbed it.

"Okay, okay, I promise you!" Du Si was in so much pain that he had no choice but to agree.

Du Yongqiu's body was like a white mist blown away by the wind, gradually dissipating, Du Si's heart was beating like thunder, and he breathed out slowly, but before he recovered, Du Yongqiu's face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

"My handbook..."

That face was blue and extremely ferocious, like a debt collector from hell came to claim his life, Du Si's throat choked, and his heart beat faster.

"what--"

On the [-]th day of the first ten days of May, in an ordinary inn in Yecheng, a mournful howl resounded through the sky, even louder than the crowing rooster. Passers-by screamed, including the county magistrate sitting in the car. Frightened, he knocked over the teacup.

Du Si woke up from the dream, sweating profusely, as if he had just been drenched in a heavy rain.

The next moment, the door he had fastened with the latch was kicked open, and Du Yu, dressed in hard attire, appeared in front of Du Si.

"Who made a mistake here?"

Du Yu pulled out his saber with a 'swish', and the bright light flashed by. The blade was extremely sharp, reflecting Du Si's frightened face.

Apart from Du Si, there was no one else in the room. Du Yuding looked over, just meeting Du Si's eyes.

Du Si: "I, I have a dream."

"..."

Du Yu's expression did not change, but her eyes were very intriguing. She put the sword back into the scabbard and slowly backed out.

After a while, everyone from Longhua County came to visit Du Si's room one by one. He was relieved when Du Si finally sent Du Heng away.

The scene in the dream is still vivid, Du Si couldn't help getting up and searching through the luggage, and took out the letter Du Yongqiu left for Yuan.

The content inside was the same as before, Du Si put the notebook back with lingering fear, he thought some supernatural event would happen, but he never expected that he would dream of his original father!

Du Si sat on the table and chair, poured himself a cup of tea to calm down the shock, and at the same time, he began to recall every detail of his first arrival in this world.

The night before the crossing, he slept in the dormitory, and when he woke up, he was in a different world. Yuanshen lay down on the bed holding the letter from the magistrate's godfather in his hand, really miserable.

Until this dream, Du Si thought it was just a coincidence, but Du Yongqiu's dream today made him change his mind greatly.

Did the original Du Si really choke to death by water?

Du Si took a sip, lost in thought.

"My lord, Du lord——"

Suddenly Sun Ping's shout came from outside the door. Du Sigang raised his head, only to see that the door of the room that had been destroyed many times today was kicked open again. Sun Ping was as happy as a two hundred catty child, looking forward to it.

"Lord Du, the magistrate of Yecheng is here!" Sun Ping ran up to Du Si, and hurriedly said, "I didn't expect the case of Duan Linshui, which my lord said, to spread so far. in the ear."

"Pfft—" Du Si spat out tea, but Sun Ping dodged it skillfully.

"Hey, my lord, why haven't you put on your clothes yet? Come on, I'll change for you!" Sun Ping hastily brought Du Si's long gown hanging on the hanger, and was about to put it on for Du Si.

"Don't, don't, I'll come by myself, you sit down and drink tea." Du Si snatched the clothes, and finally persuaded Sun Ping, "Don't snatch, I can dress quickly by myself."

Sure enough, Sun Ping didn't move anymore, but he couldn't restrain the joy in his heart, and kept nagging in his mouth.

"Feng Shui takes turns, I didn't expect things to spread so fast, Yecheng knew about it!"

"Yeah, it's really fast." Du Si echoed with his clothes on.

"My lord, you have the skill to solve cases. If it weren't for you, the case in Linshui County would have been overwhelmed by a scapegoat." Sun Ping sighed again.

Du Si paused and didn't say anything.

"The magistrate's sedan chair is just outside the inn, please move quickly, my lord!" Sun Ping turned around anxiously.

"Haha, the emperor is not in a hurry and the eunuchs are in a hurry." Du Si smiled, tied up her hair and followed Sun Ping out of the room.

The two hurried to the door of the inn, only to see other people standing aside, a soft green sedan was parked by the roadside, against the willow trees along the street, and the gurgling water under the bridge, it was very poetic.

Du Si took a glance and found that there was no figure of Jing Heng, and he didn't seem to come over this morning...

"My lord, let's go!" Sun Ping urged Du Si with a push.

Du Si looked at the emerald green soft sedan and stopped suddenly.

"My lord, this lord's surname is Song." Du Heng ran forward and whispered to Du Si.

Du Si patted Du Heng's head, took a deep breath and came to the soft sedan chair.

There were several drivers beside the sedan chair. They glanced at Du Si, and after touching Du Si's plain robes, they all pretended to look around without expression.

This soft sedan chair is very ornately decorated, the curtains are made of high-quality materials, embroidered with many patterns unknown to Du Si, and the golden tassels are hanging on the side, embellished with many different colors.

It was rumored that the emperor's cousin Song Zhixian was sitting there. Perhaps, he was holding a cup of tea in his hand at the moment, tasting it leisurely.

"Come in." A thick male voice came from inside the sedan chair, interrupting Du Si's fantasy.

The air seemed to be filled with silence, but Du Si didn't have the slightest thought of backing down. Zheng Qiu's letter was still in the inn. If they didn't do anything today, they would really have to move their heads.

Thinking of this, Du Si's eyes became firmer, and he resolutely raised the curtain of the soft sedan.

The author has something to say: The editor gave a very good list, if I don’t meet the standard, maybe I will have a bye next time (Salted fish face

I found that I missed a sentence, so I quickly changed it before no one found it⊙ω⊙