Meng Po’s Husband Chasing Diary

"Lv Shi, you confiscated your wife and concubine and poisoned her husband, ruined your husband's fat, and paid bribes. When the bad things were done, according to the laws of the local government, you should break into..." Ghost, suddenly stopped halfway through. He hesitated and touched his sleeve.

Get up, what kind of **** should such a person be sentenced to...

Just as his hand was about to touch the transcript hidden in his sleeve, a hand stretched out from the side and held his wrist firmly.

Meng luxe humbly followed the slender hands and looked up. Sure enough, she saw Sheng Jiayan's rather cold face. She whispered: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

Sheng Jiayan didn't look at her again, only raised her voice and said to the court: "Lv's crime, when he hits the volcano hell, it must be executed immediately without error."

After the ghost mission dragged Lu's down, Sheng Jiayan glanced coldly: "What's wrong with Cui Aiqing today? Wrong frequently?"

When he shouted Cui Aiqing, Meng Hao was stunned for a while before he realized that this was the name of the judge. Quickly pretending to be angrily concealed: "The Lu family was just terrible just now! Doing so many unforgivable things! The Xiaguan was more relieved when he wanted to send him where."

After hearing this, Sheng Jiayan raised her eyebrows, and then took out the copy from Meng Eqi's cuff pocket very unwillingly. After he unfolded, he glanced at it, and then looked at Meng Eju's eyes, and then he looked a bit. Meng Eju's eyes felt that the whole person was sitting in the ninth cold and the whole heart was cold and cold.

"It's true not to be concealed, Your Majesty, today's Xiaguan is in a poor state of mind. I urge His Majesty to allow Xiaguan to rest for half a day..."

Thirty-six counts are the best way to go.

Sheng Jiayan stared at her for a while and finally nodded.

Meng Wanru, like the Mongolian Amnesty, restrained the desire to run away from the hall, pretending to go out step by step calmly.

Bai Wuchang stood behind Sheng Jiayan and watched the judge's curvaceous walk as she walked out. She couldn't help but nodded: "It seems that the judge is really sick."

Meng Yingqi walked into the vain city and kicked a tree fiercely, but in the next second he felt awful.

The judge is usually a weak person, but did not expect it to be so weak!

If it wasn't for the judge that day to rush to drink another bowl of medicine, she will not let her Meng Eqiu change body with others again!

Meng Wanqi thought that this morning when the judge was looking at Sheng Jiayan with tears in his body, the reticent look made His Majesty the King, who had been sitting like a mountain, unable to sit still, and almost called him near words.

Fortunately, the group of generals of Blood River promptly lifted the judge over his mouth, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

If you let Sheng Jiayan know that her old skills were reapplied...

Meng Haoguang shivered when he thought about it.

Anyway, the drug effect was changed back only a few days, these first pretend to be a good judge, first read candlelight night **** code!

Meng Haoqi sighed, preparing to turn around and leave, but in the moment he looked back, he saw a handsome scholar ghost not far away throwing an enchanting charming eye at her.

The fists on Meng's side clenched tightly, resisting the urge to hit people. The scholar ghost followed her all the way to the door of the magistrate's house. In the end, Meng Hao was very intolerable, and Sen Han said: "You follow me again, believe it or not, the soul you fight is scattered, even ghosts can't do it!"

The scholar ghost frightened into the desert and fled, Meng Hao turned back proudly, but saw the black impermanence standing in the door.

The black impermanent look surprised her heart, and quickly ran over the dog legs: "How come you come, is there any command from your majesty?"

Black impermanently looked at her hands rubbing each other because of flattery, and handed the thing in her hand to her: "Your Majesty let you send osmanthus cake to Meng Po."

"I send?! Isn't that what you usually do?" Meng Eqi's words just dropped, and Black Impermanence had disappeared from his eyes.

The fragrance of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake smelt out of the box, and Meng Haoqi sniffed close, sniffing the worm in the stomach. With a little thought, he took the box and walked into the room.

Huh, whoever wants to give it to the judge, simply let her alone enjoy it!

That night, Meng Haoqi was lying among the sea of ​​books, looking at the miscellaneous notes written by the judge.

It turned out that when the magistrate first came to the prefecture to work with Sheng Jiayan, there were many unpleasant things. The judge is a priest sent by the court. He thinks that Sheng Jiayan's attitude towards him can't be respected, can he be kind? However, he was completely wrong, and he was scolded by Sheng Jiayan just a few times after he took office because he judged the ghost wrong. He was often ridiculed.

Meng Wanqi can imagine how Sheng Jiayan's poisonous tongue cried the arrogant seven-foot boy judge. Later, when the judge was wronged, he had to return to court to complain. It was commonplace for the emperor to be troubled many times, and he no longer ignored him. The judge then slept on the floor in front of the south gate, and finally Sheng Jiayan flew to Jiuzhong, kicked him on the **** of the judge, and kicked him back directly to the prefecture.

Afterwards, the magistrate never ran out of trouble again, working diligently and diligently in the prefecture till now, he was successfully tamed by Lord Yan.

When Meng Eju saw this page, he touched the obvious traces of teardrops on the rice paper and sighed that life was not easy.

Think about what she can't bear to endure the judge who has been bearing the burden for many years under Sheng Jiayan! ? Act like a judge! The bitter side of eating bitterness is the kind of man... But what is the inexplicable moistness in the corner of the eye? !

Meng Haoqi reached out to pick up the last piece of osmanthus cake in the box and stuffed it into her mouth. She began to look through the folds that Sheng Jiayan pressed to the judge.

Generally, this kind of discount is Sheng Jiayan's approval, and then throws it to the judge to let him seal it and send it to the other divisions.

Memorizing the code is not her strong point, but it is not difficult to stamp!

Meng Eqi took out the red mud and seals placed on the bookshelf, only to realize that the plate with red mud was bigger than her face.

Before she could cover a few chapters, Meng Haoqi fell asleep on the table.

The second day-

Sheng Jiayan looked at the twists and turns in his hands with uncertainty, and Meng Yingqi stood underneath and looked down.

His Majesty’s fingertips touched the debris of several sweet-scented osmanthus cakes on the fold, and the mark of Meng Eqi accidentally rolling his face on red mud and covering the fold last night. That big red face was deeply imprinted on the document, especially the two touches of the nostrils were the most eye-catching. Bai Wuchang stood behind Sheng Jiayan and saw the suppressed laughter.

Sheng Jiayan's emotions are very calm, he asked: "Judge Cui is still unwell today?"

Meng Wanqi waved again and again: "No, no, no, today is much better."

Sheng Jiayan unhurriedly opened her fold, her big red face squeezed into Meng Eqi's sight.

"So how does the judge want to solve it?"

Meng Haoqi was already terribly shaken like sifting chaff: "Xiaguanguan knows wrong, what to do with your majesty..."

Sheng Jiayan closed the fold: "This movement is my return receipt to the emperor. It is not as good as we handed it in. Let the emperor take a good look at this outline to see if you are having a good time."

Meng Hao was anxious, and now she made the mistake, not the judge himself. If the emperor reprimanded, then the judge would have accepted it for her. He was innocent, and Meng Eqi certainly wouldn't let him do it for himself.

"Your Majesty! Give me another chance, and I promise no more mistakes!"

Sheng Jiayan raised her eyebrows lightly, leaning against the back of the chair lazily: "OK -" He played with the jade pressed on the table case: "The next soul coming in, if you can't go wrong, I will forgive you this time ."

"Okay!" Meng Haoqi promised: "Your Majesty can tell what you want!"

She made up the **** code last night, and Sheng Jiayan's request was too easy for her!

The two of them turned to the magistrate's palace. Sheng Jiayan sat behind the scenes and listened to Meng Eju's trial.

Outside the hall, two ghosts sent a teenager in their twenties to walk in, "Adult, the prisoner Qu He has been brought!"

Meng Eqi looked at the teenager who was kneeling down the hall. His skinny and ragged clothes showed that he didn't have any good days before his death, and he didn't even have cover-up clothes after his death.

She opened the life-and-death book and read the life page of Qu He: "Prison Qu He, you poisoned your biological father to death. Do you recognize this crime?"

The teenager buried his head and his voice was calm: "Acknowledge."

According to the usual practice, the ghost recognizes the mistakes he made during his lifetime, and after the painting is taken, the ghost can take him to the **** where he deserves to serve his sentence.

But Meng Haoqi carried the pen and hung it in the air, and he refused to write.

The life and death book records: "Qu He, at the age of twelve, his father Zhang Mou was addicted to gambling. He often punched and kicked his blind eyesight wife, and finally disgusted his wife and caused her to starve to death. The eight-year-old daughter was sold into Qinglou. Qu He resisted uselessness and killed his father after he was drunk."

A few words on the life and death book summed up his life. Meng Haoqi looked up and saw that the teenager's exposed arm was covered with crisscross whip scars. She looked at the teenager's bent fist and his straight figure.

She suddenly said nothing.

For a long time, Meng Haoqi took a deep breath and turned his head towards the background: "Your Majesty, I admit the punishment, I can't judge."

"Why?"

Meng Wanqi put the pen aside: "Because I think Qu He is innocent, his mother's tragedy and his sister's life will be buried in his father's hands, I think his actions are justified. So I can't The sentence was fined, but I confessed it, but your majesty, please wait three days before coming to punish."

The boy kneeling under the hall raised his head and looked at her. The boy's eyes were clear and clear, and his fists on his knees gradually shivered.

Sheng Jiayan hasn't spoken for a long time, Xu Yu, only listened to him lightly said: "You are now a judge, what you are, what you are. How to judge, you have to decide."

Meng Wanqi didn't expect him to be like this. After the reaction, she was overjoyed. She hurried down the stairs to lift Qu He: "Although you don't need to sentence you to **** and serve a sentence, but kill someone to pay for your life, you will find a livelihood everywhere in the city of vain. Do it, the right to serve. When the sentence is over, you will go to be reborn."

Qu He's lips moved lightly, and finally spit out two words: "Thank you."

Meng 萋 comfortably patted his shoulder, let the ghost take the teenager out.

Sheng Jiayan sat behind the scenes. He seemed to be in a good mood, rubbing the crumbs of the osmanthus cake just above his folds with his fingertips.