Today, the lobby of the Eight Gates was once again crowded with people inside and outside.
But today, the VIP seats in the eight doors were no longer filled with dignitaries, but the village chief and villagers of Baijia Village. It was also very rare for the villagers of Baijia Village to be able to sit in the lobby today.
Many of the ordinary people in the small villages were visiting the capital for the first time and seemed as excited as those from other places.
The courtyard outside the court was once again filled with people from the capital.
The trials at these eight gates were usually open to the public, and many idle common people liked to come to these eight gates to watch the trials. Among them were teachers, folk storytellers, story writers, or scriptwriters of opera troupes.
There is a lot of material in these eight doors that can be compiled into stories and operas that are passed down to the world.
Not to mention, the news that came out from the Eight Gates this time was that they were going to interrogate a coffin. Such a strange thing would naturally spread from one to ten, and then to a hundred.
Early in the morning, the lobby of the Eight Gates was packed with people.
Fu Mingrui wore an official hat and took a deep breath in front of the mirror. Today, he was actually a little nervous.
Duanmu Qingchen walked to Fu Mingrui's side with a smile, and looked at him in the bronze mirror: "Take your time to dress up, I'll go find Youyou." After saying that, he flew to the yard frivolously like a butterfly.
Fu Mingrui didn't have time to stop him. He had already climbed up the ladder and shouted: "Youyou~~~ It's time to try the case~~~ Are you coming~~~ Today's case is very interesting~~~~"
Fu Mingrui sat stiffly in his study. At this moment, he really wanted to report to Emperor Cheng and ask him to take good care of his son!
Not to mention Fu Mingrui's disdain, the entire Eight Gates' yamen runners have also been tormented recently by the arrival of the prince. When passing by the courtyard, the prince climbed the wall and shouted, and they felt ashamed. What has become of their Eight Gates, such a solemn and majestic place? Has it become a place for the prince to pick up girls
"Sir, when will His Royal Highness the Crown Prince leave?" As expected, Zhao Cheng and the others couldn't help but ask. They couldn't stand patrolling without sleep every day.
But there was no way. If something happened to the prince in the Eight Gates, Fu Mingrui would not be able to handle it alone, but all the officials of the Eight Gates would be buried with him.
Fu Mingrui didn't even bother to look at Duanmu Qingchen today, and straightened his face: "He will return to the palace after the trial today."
Zhao Cheng and others breathed a sigh of relief.
Duanmu Qingchen stood on the high eaves, unaware that he was disliked by the entire Eight Gates. Instead, he was looking for Lian Youyou and the others. He found that the courtyard of the Eight Gates was empty and there was no one.
He thought about it, narrowed his peach blossom eyes, and slowly walked towards the beams in the backyard.
In the secret realm, horses were running, cats were jumping, He Shiqi was grinning, and Little Lettuce was dazed. It was a lively scene. Because the people in the secret realm were not normal, they could not be viewed with normal eyes.
The cart horse that was tricked by Lian Youyou to come back is now fat and strong in the secret realm, with shiny hair all over its body. It is much more handsome than when it came.
Heiyan rode on the horse like a human, stroking the horse's mane with his cat's paw: "This secret realm is full of fairy grass, and the lotus pond is full of fairy water. If this horse eats more, I'm afraid it will become a spirit."
Little Lettuce showed a surprised look: "What will happen if it becomes a spirit?"
"Yeah, what will happen if it becomes a spirit?" He Shiqi squatted beside Lettuce, with the same childish look of surprise on his face.
Black Flame scratched his head with his claws: "It can talk."
"Oh——" Two children, one big and one small, exclaimed loudly at the same time, causing ripples in the lotus pond.
Lin Tingjun was sitting at the desk in the room at this time, with the four treasures of the study neatly placed on the desk. He had been grinding ink for a long time, dozed off, and then woke up to continue grinding.
He stared blankly at the white paper in front of him, grinding it and looking at it. After looking for a long time, he slowly put down the ink stone, picked up the brush, and lightly touched the ink, looking like a real student.
However, when he put the pen down on the rice paper, he did not move for a long time, just like Mr. Dongguo who was just filling in the gaps. Or like all the utensils must be of the highest grade, and the style is very high, but in fact he knows nothing.
The blood sword slowly flew over, and a trace of blood came out of the scabbard, lingering around the blood sword. Gradually, a lovely girl's face emerged with a hint of jealousy on her face: "Brother Lin, are you really going to draw that Lian Youyou? In the book, portraits are drawn because of lovesickness. Could it be that Brother Lin also likes that Lian Youyou?"
Lin Tingjun remained expressionless, just staring at the white paper in front of him.
The girl danced around Lin Tingjun unhappily: "Brother Lin, if I had a human form, would you not recognize me and only recognize that Lian Youyou?" The girl pouted, her face full of jealousy.
Lin Tingjun's expression remained unchanged, his eyes fixed on the white paper, and he looked as if he was about to fall asleep again.
The girl sighed in disappointment, then suddenly realized something. She immediately returned to Blood Sword and lay obediently beside Lin Tingjun's desk.
At this moment, a white shadow floated down on the corridor outside Lin Tingjun's house, and a faint fragrance drifted into the house and into Lin Tingjun's nostrils.
The invisible fragrance was like a soft touch touching the tip of Lin Tingjun's nose, instantly lighting up his somewhat dull eyes. The look in them immediately became as bright as the morning star. He raised his eyelids and looked towards Lian Youyou who was standing in the corridor.
Lian Youyou glanced at him and hooked her finger: "Let's go watch the trial."
Lin Tingjun's eyes suddenly tightened and he looked at the white paper on the table: "You go ahead, I'm not interested in that Fu Mingrui."
Lian Youyou raised her eyebrows: "Oh, you're not going... can you rest assured? You're not going with me today?"
Lin Tingjun put down his pen and drew a faint outline: "It's okay, you can't tease him in court."
"Puchi." Lian Youyou laughed, licked her lips, put her hands behind her back and looked at He Shiqi and the others, "You're right~~ I can't seduce men in court. Okay~~~~ You take your time to draw, and I'll take everyone to watch the fun." After Lian Youyou finished speaking, she flew out of the eaves, stepped on the lotus pond, and her graceful figure swept across the clear lotus pond like an elegant white phoenix.
Lin Tingjun retracted his gaze and said he would not go, but his face was gloomy. When he put pen to paper, he was also more impatient.
Lian slowly landed on the white jade arch bridge, turned around and smiled at He Shiqi and the others: "Aqi, Xiaoluo, go watch the trial."
When He Shiqi heard that he was going to watch the trial, he immediately jumped up and clapped his hands: "Okay! Okay! Right away!" He directly pulled Xiao Ruoji up and ran towards Lian Youyou. He was very unhappy that the Eight Gates did not bring him to the trial last time. This time he could finally watch the fun.
When Hei Yan saw this, he hurried to follow. Following Lian Youyou was much safer than staying here with Lin Tingjun. The last incident left a big shadow in his heart. This Lin Tingjun must be extraordinary. His gloomy and violent temper was definitely not something that an ordinary person could have. (To be continued)