Be Good Chapter 2413: Quiet as a chicken takes the initiative
Hearing his father's laughter, Ying Xinqin felt harsh, but he also understood Xie Yun's meaning, "If the Zhou family comes to cause trouble, my father will know what to do."
Speaking, he shook the hand wrapped into a steamed bun towards Ying Qicheng, and spoke calmly.
"The Zhou family dare not." Ying Qicheng vowed to leave four words.
But he slapped his face in the hall the next day.
The majesty of the court, the majesty of the emperor, after listening to the report of the court, "My love, you have something to report, and you can leave the court if you have nothing to do."
"Your Majesty, please make the decision for the child!" Master Zhou knelt on his knees and bowed deeply.
The emperor squinted his eyes, tapped his finger on the dragon chair, "Oh? What did Ren Aiqing say?"
Besides, Yong and Wang stared coldly at Lord Zhou who was kneeling in the center of the hall. This old man dared to sue the wicked first.
As soon as the hem of the clothes was lifted, Yonghe Wang knelt down on one knee, "I also have grievances, please Your Majesty make the decision!"
If you still see the form clearly now, the emperor's dragon chair can be replaced by another person, and he looked at the two people below with a half-smile, "Oh, is it the same thing as Ren Aiqing that Brother Seventh Emperor asked me to avenge my grievances?"
Ying Qicheng didn't care about Mr. Zhou, and said directly, "I don't know about Mr. Zhou, but what I want your majesty to call the shots happens to be related to Mr. Zhou's son."
Lord Zhou is not to be outdone, "Your Majesty's decision is also related to Princess Yonghe!"
"Come and listen to me." The emperor had heard about his little niece a lot in a short period of time, and he became interested immediately.
The two adults are vying to speak first, after all, whoever speaks first will take the initiative.
One is the current prince and the other is a first-rank official. For the sake of the children in the family, they fought like children, blushing, and the officials couldn't bear to look directly at them.
"Shut up." The emperor's expression turned cold, and suddenly, the whole hall was as quiet as a chicken.
Just as I was about to ask Lord Zhou to speak first, Xie Yun, who had been silent until now, spoke up, "Your Majesty, I probably know what the two adults are talking about."
"Xie Aiqing, tell me." The emperor was impatient with their arguing, and it happened that Xie Yun sent the steps, and the emperor handed them over to Xie Yun.
Xie Yun looked at the two lords casually, "What the lord and lord Zhou said, can you calm down the dispute between Princess Ren and Second Young Master Ren in the princess's mansion yesterday?"
"That's right." Ying Qicheng nodded first.
Master Zhou was not to be outdone, "Indeed, was the general there?"
"Unfortunately, I happened to be there." Xie Yun smiled meaningfully, "Not only was the general present, but Master Song was also present, why not let the general describe what happened at that time first?"
Ying Qicheng had a premonition that Xie Yun was a friend rather than an enemy, so he responded, "It would be great if the general was there."
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When Xie Yun finished speaking, the court was in an uproar.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Zhou is so helpless in teaching his children.
"Your Majesty knows, it's impossible for a dog to do such a thing!" Mr. Zhou felt that he was in danger, knelt down on the ground, and kowtowed continuously.
The emperor's face darkened.
It just so happened that Xie Yun said in a calm manner, "If you feel that the evidence is not enough, you can send someone to ask Mr. Song. Both Mr. Song and the First Prince were present at the time. We adults can't deal with these children's things. For this, commit the crime of deceiving the king."
"As for the whipping of the princess after the son, it is purely his own fault, and no one else can blame him."
On the spot, the emperor sent someone to question Mr. Song and the First Prince who were at home due to illness, and after getting the answer, he angrily punished Mr. Zhou.
After coming down to court, Mr. Zhou, who had withheld his salary for three years, looked as pale as paper.