Zhou Heng shook his head, walked back and forth with his sleeves for a few steps, but suddenly stopped moving.

Boss Xue was a little anxious and rubbed his hands behind him.

"Young master, you are talking. Why don't I stop that idiot? If something extraordinary happened, people in the capital think that we and the prince are venting their anger, so they are naturally here to target Wen's mother and son. If this quarrel starts, we will also make a fuss."

Zhou Heng raised his hand, "He is Dongmei's brother, and his parents regretted selling his sister. When they heard that her sister was in trouble, it was normal to do something like this. Let's go and take a look."

Boss Xue nodded and hurried to get the cloak, but when he handed the cloak to Zhou Heng, his movements stopped.

"Isn't this Han Dayong Zhu Sanfu looking for someone to replace him?"

Zhou Heng was shocked and then glared at Boss Xue.

"Why are you suspicious? Zhu Sanfu just sent someone to inquire about Dongmei's relatives. This person has been saved. Do you want us to raise Huichuntang? If the medical fee cannot be collected, it will not be collected. You can't live in Huichuntang all the time, right?"

Boss Xue looked up and down at Zhou Heng, and then nodded.

"You've finished saying this earlier. Suddenly, I didn't speak like you, which almost made me think that you were supposed to pretend to be. If you are okay, go quickly, otherwise we won't see the process."

Zhou Hengyi glared at him, "Why don't he look like me?"

Boss Xue rubbed his nose, his voice lowered a little, as if he had lost the confidence just now.

"It's just that I don't have to pay for the medical expenses. Although it's less, Han Dayong also took out all his money. Isn't it too strange that the young master confiscated it?"

Zhou Heng narrowed his eyes and looked at Boss Xue.

"You didn't see the money when I gave away the shopkeeper Huang? Or do you think that when we were in disaster relief, you don't know how much money we spent? When did I get what you said?"

Boss Xue breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Zhou Heng, as if he thought Zhou Heng was normal in this way, so he nodded vigorously.

"Of course we've seen it all, let's go and have a look first?"

Before Zhou Heng could give instructions, Boss Xue had already opened the door and pulled Zhou Heng out. It was not until he met someone that Boss Xue let go of his arm and looked in a proper manner.

Zhou Heng didn't pay much attention to him, and the two got into the car like this.

The carriage was not fast and it was swaying on the road, as if it was always walking and stopping. Zhou Heng was not in a hurry. It was meaningless for him to see it or not, but Boss Xue was more interested.

After walking like this for a quarter of an hour, the car finally arrived in front of the door of Shuntian Mansion. Before he could get close, he heard the sound of drums.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong, the sound of drums came far away.

Zhou Heng picked up the curtains and saw at this angle just right at the door of Shuntian Mansion, which was not quite conspicuous.

Han Dayong was carrying a bundle on his back and holding a drumstick and hitting it hard. Looking at his gritting teeth, he seemed to hope that the drum would be broken with the next hit. Sure enough, this kid was also a ruthless person.

Such a drum beat instantly attracted a lot of people to watch, and the yamen runners at the yamen wanted to stop Han Dayong's actions.

However, he had already raised the drumsticks left and right, and no one dared to move forward, for fear of hurting himself by accident, so he could only keep saying he could dissuade him.

Han Dayong seemed to be unable to hear it, but he just whispered the tears on his face while beating the drum hard.

After a while, the street was almost full of people, and a yamen runner rushed out quickly.

"Don't knock it anymore. We have already reported to you here. If you knock it, be careful to cure you for contempt for court!"

Han Dayong seemed to have not heard it, but the drum beat in his hand did not stop. The man looked helpless, and there were people around him, so he could not come forward to kick people.

After waiting for a while, someone ran out, nodded at several yamen runners, and directly stopped Han Dayong's actions and said:

"The sir said that you will go to the hall immediately. If you have any grievances, go to the lobby to express your feelings."

Han Dayong then put down the drumstick, bowed to the first yamen runner who came out to stop him, took out his own paper from his arms, and stepped into the threshold.

He knelt down instantly and walked inside with his knees.

When the onlookers saw Han Dayong's posture, they obviously had a major injustice. They all rushed into the courtyard as if they were injected with chicken blood. After all, they could watch the case trial.

Zhou Heng raised his eyebrows, stepped out of the car, and put the hat on his cloak on his head. After all, he was still wearing a mask. With the hat, the people around him could not see anything.

The two of them followed the crowd and rushed into the inside. Boss Xue was the most experienced in this. He stretched out his hands and isolated Zhou Heng from the crowd and walked directly to the second row in front. After all, the one that was the most forward was too conspicuous, and this position was just right.

At this time, Han Dayong had already kneeled to the lobby. Under the sign hanging high in the mirror, a middle-aged man sat, holding a gavel and slapped the desk with a loud bang. The force was quite strong, and the onlookers were trembling with fear.

Han Dayong seemed to have not heard it, and just knelt straight and raised the paper high.

"Who is kneeling in the hall?"

Han Dayong quickly kowtowed, "Han Dayong, a villager in Hanjia Village, Wuqing County, Caomin."

The prefect of Shuntian looked down and saw Han Dayong lowering his head and waved his hand at him.

"Raise your head, who are you going to sue?"

Han Dayong looked firm, raised the paper high again and said loudly:

"Caomin wants to sue Zhu Xiaochang, the son of Prince Ning's Mansion, to take human life into consideration, to abandon the chaotic end, and to kill his biological children!"

This sentence seemed to be thrown into the oil pan, and the whole lobby was in an instant. Everyone whispered in a low voice, but there were too many people, and even if they were talking in a low voice, the prefect of Shuntian could no longer ask questions.

He grabbed the gavel and slapped it on the table again.

"Yanjing, the case is tried in the court. If you want to see it, just watch it quietly. If someone makes a noise, he will be punished twenty times."

With such words, several yamen runners rushed out and stood in the yard with water and fire sticks. For a moment, the entire lobby and yard finally became quiet.

The prefect of Shuntian looked at Han Dayong, and looked at his solemn expression. He was obviously confident and waved his hand to a master beside him.

The master nodded slightly, walked downwards, took the paper in Han Dayong's hand and sent it to the prefect.

At this moment, the prefect of Shuntian was also in a state of chaos. In this capital, any brick could hit a graded official. Although this man looked like a dressed in coarse cloth, he wanted to sue the young master of the Ning Prince's Mansion. He was definitely not asking for trouble. Obviously, he was being advised by celebrities.

When he opened the paper, the prefect of Shuntian took a breath, held the desk in his hand and looked down.

"Are you suing your sister?"

Han Dayong nodded vigorously, bent the corners of his mouth to both sides, took a deep breath and said:

"Dongmei, a grass-rooted girl, has been sold to the Ningwang Mansion since she was a child. Yesterday I heard that someone picked up the Dongmei that was left with breath in a mass grave outside the capital. The man directly sent the person to Huichuntang, the largest clinic in the capital.

The doctor then rescued for three hours, and Dongmei's life was saved, but the two male fetuses in her womb, who were more than three months old, died. The doctor said that he had lost too much blood and had been frozen outside for too long, so he would never be able to have children in the future.

Although Dongmei was sold to the Ning Prince's Mansion, she did not make a big mistake. She was dealt with in private. She wanted to take care of human life and ask the adults to make decisions for the grass-roots and grass-roots girls, and she must severely punish the criminal Zhu Xiaochang."

Han Dayong's words shocked everyone onlookers, especially the prefect of Shuntian sitting on it, looking at Han Dayong with a frown, and then looking at the master beside him.

The master quickly approached, and the prefect whispered. The master returned to his seat, picked up a book, looked through it, and shook his head at the prefect magistrate Shuntian.

"Sir, since the New Year, no mansion has come to report, and any servants at home have made great mistakes."

The prefect of Shuntian looked at Han Dayong.

"Since you're seeking justice for your sister, do you have any evidence?"

Han Dayong untied the burden on his body, and a wooden box fell into his palm, then opened the wooden box and gathered high above his head.

The master walked over and was about to reach out to take it, but when he saw what was inside, he was shocked and almost threw away the box.
Chapter completed!