Chapter 1: The lawsuit in the passing years

A dream of glory, half a piece of paper, right and wrong waves are thousands of feet long. Horse hooves trampled on the forbidden street frost, listened to the singing of chickens for several times. Dust and clothes, the heart of the rivers and lakes. Out of the royal phoenix net, admired Yi Qishouyang, sighed Han Pengweiyang, and embraced the magic of paper wind.

(Yuan Wang Yuanheng, Chao Emperor, thought it was the inscription)

The clouds in the sky are like wet cotton wool, ready to squeeze out water at all times, and they are like a large piece of lead ingot, heavy, and they are not able to withstand the void, but they are afraid that they will hit the earth in the next moment. Raindrops have leaked from the lead clouds and fell to the ground bit by bit, but they don’t know when it will turn into heavy rain.

Song Shiren, the number one lawyer in Kyoto, nicknamed rich-mouthed person, has white hair on his temples, his eyebrows and eyes are no longer as frivolous and elegant as before, and he is much more calm and composed. He looks at the sky calmly, not knowing what he is thinking in his heart.

After a while, he withdrew his gaze and sat on the chair, feeling a little tired. Someone had already brought hot tea to him. He sucked some and rinsed his mouth, took the hot towel and pressed the eye socket, and felt better.

Someone was behind him, squeezing his back and legs, and some people began to fan the wind. However, the autumn in the ninth year of Qingli was already a little cold, and the autumn rain was approaching, and Kyoto was full of coldness. How could he resist fanning? Song Shiren couldn't help but silence. The man in black official uniform beside him glared at his subordinate holding the fan.

The official of the Supervision Bureau was Mu Tie, the organizer of a department. He looked at Song Shiren carefully and said, "Mr. Song, are you sure?"

Although Song Shiren has been hearing this title for a year and a half, he is still a little uncomfortable. He frowned and responded calmly: "Don't worry, sir."

The first time this litigator made a formal appearance was in the fourth year of Qingli, when he sued the son of the minister, Fan Xian, who was then the minister, to fight black boxing in the middle of the night. The lawsuit was also a rare complete defeat for Song Shiren. And he really caused a sensation in the court and the opposition of Qingguo because of the property dispute lawsuit over the Ming family in Jiangnan in the sixth year of Qingli.

In that lawsuit, with the strong support of Fan Xian from the Supervisory Office, Song Shiren worked in Suzhou Prefecture for half a year, and fully demonstrated what he had learned in his life. He grasped the loopholes of Qinglu and the Ministry of Justice, and brought the natural inheritance rights of the eldest son who was deeply imprinted in the hearts of the people of the world. He made a fuss.

This lawsuit for the Ming family's property dispute was really in Jiangnan, and the arrow pointed at the Kyoto Palace. It has to be said that later, His Majesty the Emperor sacrificed the heavens to depose the prince, and the prince was finally forced to rebel, which was somewhat indescribable to the lawsuit.

Shiren in the Southern Song Dynasty was full of glory, but when he returned to Kyoto, the prince was not abandoned at that time, and the empress dowager was furious. The old woman just whispered that the world's number one lawyer was pinched into an ant in the palace and her family property was confiscated. She looked at the world and rolled her eyes. She set up a stall in Hechifang to survive and was almost unable to survive.

Fortunately, Fan Xian returned to Beijing and secretly sent him out of Kyoto. He also gave him a large sum of silver and money to repay him. After the Kyoto was settled in the early eighth year of Qingli, Fan Xian took Song Shiren's family back, bought him a house in Xicheng, and gave him an official status.

Although the world's number one lawyer is extremely capable of making money, his status is always inferior to that of an official. Song Shiren is very grateful, and at the same time he also knows that he must sell his life for Mr. Xiao Fan. In addition, after experiencing the baptism of these years, Song Shiren is no longer as arrogant as he was back then, but he seems calm and plain, but still has strong ability to practice laws.

His current identity is an official in the Legal Division of the Eighth Department of the Supervision Bureau, and he is specifically responsible for suing the Supervision Bureau.

The Supervisory Office also needs to sue? If you want to start from the beginning, it will be another very long story. The core of the Supervisory Office is actually just two points: First of all, a few years ago, His Majesty took back all the trial powers of the Supervisory Office and distributed them to the Ministry of Justice and Dali Temple. Therefore, the Supervisory Office is now more of a prosecutor.

In the past two years, the young master in the Supervision Bureau was not sure what was stimulating. After asking His Majesty for his decree, he began to clean up the administration of officials. The Supervision Bureau arrested countless corrupt officials in various counties and departments. If the criminal officials were arrested, they would naturally have to be tried. If they were handed over to the Ministry of Justice and Dali Temple for trial, the Supervision Bureau would be unwilling to accept it, and secondly, Lord Xiao Fan would not agree. Everyone knows the four words of protecting officials. Since the Supervision Bureau wants to take charge of officials, of course, it will not give these civil officials the opportunity to join forces.

So Song Shiren, a new official of the Supervisory Office who specializes in lawsuits, played a great role. If he takes action, the charges he was accused of being stabbed by the Supervisory Office were basically put into practice. No matter how much the civil servant system of the court was covered up, those criminals could not escape.

What really made the Supervisory Office feel cold was the decree of His Majesty the Queen of Kyoto. Although these decrees only continued the policy of the seven gentlemen entering the palace and allowed the Supervisory Office to enter the internal procedures of the Council for supervision, this time, the left censor He Zongwei, with his holy family and very clear decree, began to truly use his power. On the one hand, it weakened the authority of the Supervisory Office, and on the other hand, it began to attack some illegal and illegal matters within the Supervisory Office.

The sky and the earth are big, not as great as Your Majesty’s will. In the past two years, the power of the Censorate has gradually become greater, just like a rope that lies on the neck of the Censorate, making the officials of the Censorate a little difficult to breathe.

He Zongwei was like a hunting dog, guarding outside the inspector's grounds. As long as there were any illegal acts of the Ming officials of the inspector's office, he would draft a charter without hesitation and sent it directly to Dali Temple, demanding that the court punish him.

The Supervisory Court has no good method, because there was this rule since the establishment of the Supervisory Court. The Qingluo Court ruled that they could not attack the Censorate. But this rule has been forgotten intentionally or unintentionally because of the strong existence of the two characters Chen Pingping and Fan Xian. Now that His Majesty has remembered this matter again, the Censorate has become more and more prosperous.

Fortunately, Lord Fan is still the Director of the Supervision Bureau, so the Censorate's actions are still relatively gentle. He Zongwei was very careful not to touch Fan Xian's bottom line, but just made a fuss about Qinglu and did not dare to insult the Supervision Bureau at all.

However, the Supervisory Court acted secretly and would always touch Qinglu frequently. The Censorate relied on the will and urged Dali Temple to review. Even Fan Xian did not have a good way to deal with it, because this was His Majesty's will after all, and he knew that the Supervisory Court was dominant, which was not a good thing for the court.

Clearly, it does not mean accepting. One day in the eighth year of Qingli, Fan Xian kicked open the gate of the Censorate, pointed at more than 20 censors from He Zongwei and scolded him angrily, and then invited Song Shiren back.

Isn’t it just a lawsuit? Is the Supervisory Office still afraid of people?

Today, Song Shiren was going to file two lawsuits in Dali Temple. One was that the Supervisory Court found that a member of the Ministry of Works colluded with the assistant of the Heyun Governor's Office to embezzle the Heyun Governor's Office. Moreover, the money was not paid by the public, but was saved from the small treasury of the Jiangnan Neiku through great hardships. Then, it was transported to the Heyun Governor's Office through the charity Hangzhou Association under the jurisdiction of Mrs. Fan.

The greedy money came to the head of the ancestors of the Supervision Bureau. The Supervision Bureau naturally did not hesitate to pay attention to the relationship between the Yuanwailang in the court, and even more so, the letter of pleading sent by Governor Heyun. In one dark night, more than 20 relevant criminals were arrested, and they were imprisoned in the seven prisons of the Supervision Bureau for a few days before being sent to Dali Temple.

The second lawsuit was a bit of a headache. The Censorate found that an official stationed in Nanzhao in the Supervision Bureau secretly issued a dump of money from the Honglu Temple to transport the land. This official was investigated when he returned to Beijing to report his work. In the words of this Censorate, the funding was insufficient at that time, so in order to develop a spy in Nanzhao, he had to use public funds.

But no one knows how much he used and whether he intercepted it. The Supervisory Office understands that this colleague must have taken advantage of it and is just a spy in a foreign country. Even though Fan Tisi increased the monthly salary of the Supervisory Office three times in succession, he was still a little nervous and no one was a saint.

"Are the case sect ready?" Song Shiren glanced at the assistant beside him. The assistant was named Chen Ming Bochang, who was a famous actor who fought against Song Shiren in Jiangnan. Unexpectedly, he was half-invited and half-tied by Fan Xian to be pulled back to Kyoto. The newly established law stewards in the eight departments were all famous litigants from all over the country. Every time he thought of this, he was already calm and could not help but smile bitterly. Lord Fan was still so arrogant when he did things. His Majesty asked the Censorate to check and balance the Supervision Office, but you insisted on blatantly facing the other party, and doing so happily.

Uncle Chen responded and stood up.

As an official in the Supervision Bureau, Mu Tie was attending Dali Temple today. He had to watch what the Ministry of Works was made of, and to ensure that the officials in the Supervision Bureau would not suffer too much. All the officials in the Supervision Bureau now admired the Eight Law Offices because they knew that these former lawyers were the greatest guarantee of their own interests.

He patted Song Shiren on the shoulder and said sincerely: "Come on, sir."

Under the outside door of Dali Temple, the raindrops gradually faded. Song Shiren took a sip of tea, his face was full of confidence, and his hands were placed behind him, and walked into the Dali Temple yamen. He walked so calmly and stably that he did not take the Ministry of Justice inside seriously, the Censorate.

The people of Kyoto were walking freely and watching the fun across the street cheered in unison, hoping that the Supervision Office could cut down all the corrupt officials.

It has to be said that the power of the Supervisory Office has been cut a lot in the past two years, but its reputation has improved a lot. After several years, Fan Xian finally successfully pulled the Supervisory Office out of the darkness, and used continuous thunder purge actions to establish a glorious image among the people.

The current trend of public discussion is basically biased towards the Supervision Bureau, but it is a bit dissatisfied with the Commissioner.

Song Shiren walked towards Dali Temple with a calm expression but not calmness. He was really happy to do things for Lord Xiao Fan, not only to win, but also to get support from many people. This is not easy.

For more than a year, Song Shiren stepped forward to sue the Supervision Bureau and had never lost yet. This time... it must be the case. But he had offended the entire Qingguo civil servant system. He knew that he could no longer get off the Supervision Bureau ship. Once he went down, he would be swallowed up by huge waves.

But he was not afraid because the helm of the ship of the Supervision Bureau was Lord Xiao Fan. As long as Lord Xiao Fan is in one day, no one in the world dares to be detrimental to him.

"There are some problems in Nanzhao. The Censorate and the Ministry of Justice confiscated a large amount of money from the official's home." Chen Bochang looked at the face of "Sir" and reminded carefully.

"Return the stolen goods, get rid of the position, you are not guilty." Song Shiren did not look back and said in a low voice: "Mr. Tisi's bottom line is here. If the Censorate wants to go further, he will tear his face and start with the Xing tribe. Not many of those people are clean."

Chen Bochang felt cold in his heart and thought to himself that Lord Xiao Fan is indeed like Old Dean Chen, a powerful character who protects his shortcomings. It depends on this. If the Censorate does not accept Fan Santiao, Lord Xiao Fan is going to do it.

He couldn't help but shivered. He did this like Lord Xiao Fan. No wonder the Censorate always couldn't win the lawsuit with his own local area. After all, no matter how much Lord He Zongwei had a holy family or how hard he tried, he could not resist Lord Xiao Fan's always ready to turn against him...

If Lord Xiao Fan really turned aside, He Zongwei would not be able to withstand it. With his temperament, I am afraid that the words of Your Majesty will not work. Everyone knows how much Your Majesty valued or favored him.

"Why haven't Lord Tisi come to see the fun today?" Chen Bochang swallowed and asked while walking.

In the year, Fan Xian's biggest interest seemed to be to serve as a backer for his subordinates, to listen to the trial of the case at Dali Temple, and to see the dark faces of the censors of the Censorate. Logically speaking, it would be just a matter of being sent to attend such matters. Even Yan Bingyun was too lazy to come over, but he was not lost every time.

The young master sat crossing his legs on the Dali Temple yamen hall. All the local trial officials began to be afraid. No one dared to punish the officials of the Supervision Bureau, and what he wanted was this effect.

"Your Majesty sent him out." Song Shiren only knew some of the inside story vaguely and didn't say anything else. He rubbed his wrist and glanced at the Censorate and the officials of the Ministry of Justice in the hall. He snorted his face, snorted coldly, and started the war.

Walk west from Kyoto, bypass the Qingcang Mountain, cross several Qing Rivers, and after a dozen days, you will enter the military reclamation site that stretches for hundreds of miles. This is Xiliang Road, one of the seven major roads of the Qing Kingdom. This road is the poorest place in the Qing Kingdom. However, it is also the most unique place in the scenery.

Most of the land along the way was for hundreds of years. The Central Plains regime and the Hu people fought repeatedly for land until the Great Wei was weak, and the predecessor of Qing Kingdom and the princes began to rise secretly. Before this country could advance to the hinterland of the mainland, it began to ask for thousands of years of blood debts and land from the Hu people.

After fighting for many years, many people died. This land was finally firmly controlled by the Qing Kingdom. At the same time, many new cities were built on it and many people were moved. However, it was a new place. Apart from military farms, the business was not developed and there was no valuable production. The movement of people who moved to escape had not improved slightly until recent years.

Some land is just a flat field with few people, as well as endless horizon lines, and mounds with protruding edges on the lines. It is deserted in the distance, and looks desolate.

The sunset here is set later than any place on the mainland. The blood-red twilight shrouded the vast earth, reflecting a majestic city, all of which were piled up by earth and stones. It suddenly appeared on the edge of the earth, showing off the strong national strength and military strength of the Qing Kingdom, and shocking the people on the western grasslands of the city.

This is Dingzhou City, an important western town.

The official road from Kyoto to Dingzhou is well maintained and can accommodate eight horses to ride side by side. I don’t know how much manpower and financial resources were consumed back then, but in order to ensure eternal safety in the western part of the Qing Kingdom and firmly control this large area of ​​land, it is extremely cost-effective no matter how you calculate it.

A convoy was galloping towards Dingzhou City on this official road, as if he wanted to enter Dingzhou City before the sun set, but he ran to death on the mountain. Especially on this plain, Dingzhou City seemed to be in front of him, but was far away in the sky. It seemed that he could not enter the city before the gate was closed.

About twenty miles away from Dingzhou City is an inn. This inn is not a military inn. It is not a military inn, but a postal inn under the jurisdiction of the Dingzhou army, but a postal inn under the Ministry of Works. Therefore, it seems a bit dilapidated and old. Seven or eight men are yawning under the setting sun. They have had supper and started preparing for gambling for a while.

The sky gradually became dark, and the men suddenly had strange smiles on their faces, leaned towards the backyard, listened to the sounds coming from inside, and covered their mouths and smiled, thinking that the guy inside was too anxious.

In a stone room in the backyard, the only official official of the post was holding a woman's two snow-white thighs, pressing her hands on her soft chest, and screaming. Her body was covered with sweat, and the room was full of lust.

Dingzhou is remote and has no entertainment. It comes too late at night, so whenever the sun sets, he will seize the time to do this only entertainment. The woman under him is a prostitute brought from Dingzhou City. Although the prostitutes who are willing to leave the city look very ordinary, he likes the charm of this woman and the soft flesh on her body.

The Yicheng, who was holding the slippery breasts in his hand, was extremely happy. He felt that the woman under him seemed to be made of marshmallows, especially his eyes were sweeter and more greasy than the well water in Dingzhou City. This month, three taels of silver are really worth the most.

When he was having fun, the door was suddenly pushed open, and the postmaster was generous. He still thrust his waist and stabbed into the ecstasy place without looking back. He cursed: "If you want to listen, just listen, just look. Damn, he didn't say he was careful, but he actually bumped into the door, be careful to make me go upstairs..."

The prostitute who was pressed down by him was also hilarious and was not afraid of being seen.

Suddenly, Yicheng felt a little strange. Because there was no sound in the future for a long time, he subconsciously looked back and saw that it was a stranger. He jumped up and quickly bounced off the kang, tied his pants, and had not forgotten to pull the black quilt to cover the prostitute's white lower body on the kang.

The Yicheng wanted to curse. But seeing this stranger dressed very noble, he was afraid that someone could not afford to offend someone or an official, and he became frightened and became scared.

He said in a trembling voice: "Who are you?"

Fan Xian sat on the only Grand Master chair in the inn. Looking at the crowd of people kneeling in front of him, he frowned and said, "Let you get up, get up soon."

He came to Dingzhou for the military service in accordance with His Majesty's order. He said he was a military service. However, the secret order received in the imperial study had some other content. In the past two years, the Hu people in the west had taken some stimulants. It was like taking sedatives. He changed the romantic tactics of spring and autumn in previous years, and began to attack Dingzhou in a very organized manner, and the tactics became extremely cunning.

Although the Ye family still manages Dingzhou military affairs, Ye Chong is in charge of the Privy Council and wants to take charge of the world's military and horses, and it is impossible for him to sit here in person. In addition, the Hu people's offensive is too strong and Taiyin. In the first year, the situation in Dingzhou was very critical. Fortunately, in the end, His Majesty personally transferred the troops from all sides to take turns to support the situation.

The emperor and Fan Xian had already seen some of the problems, but there was no first-hand information, and no one knew what happened within the Hu people. The situation could not continue like this. If the Xihu really developed like this, it would probably become a major concern for the Qing State. Therefore, Fan Xian had this trip. He had to listen to the Dingzhou generals’ personal report and understand the situation.

Moreover, Fan Xian knew that His Majesty personally transferred the five-way company troops to the west to take turns, and he also had the intention of using the Hu sword to sharpen the sword of Qing Kingdom. The Hu attack just gave Qing Kingdom the opportunity to train its military strength and prepare for the future war of unity in the world.

Today, when he couldn't get to Dingzhou, he had to rest overnight in this ruined post station battle. He didn't know that no one came to welcome him when he entered the door. Seven or eight men were listening to the corner like children. Fan Xian was curious for a moment and pushed the door open and entered, but unexpectedly he saw a live erotic palace.

The postmaster and the seven or eight men knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly. The officials who came with Fan Xian knew his nature and had already seen it, and they were each preparing for their evening rest.

Fan Xian looked at the postmaster and laughed and scolded: "Damn it, the sun has started to do it before it has set. Don't be afraid if you have the courage."

The official secretary was sad and said that he was about to be killed. The man in front of him was the second nobleman in Tianzi, Lord Tisi of the Supervision Bureau, a nobleman who was not qualified to meet him even if he saw him.

Fan Xian asked in confusion: "What are you afraid of?"

"The adults are jealous of evil and hate the corruption of officials the most..." The Yicheng was so scared that he was about to cry, and collapsed to the ground, expressing the impression of the people of the world about Fan Xian.
Chapter completed!