Today, the hall of Eight Gates is full of people inside and out.

But today, the seats in these eight doors are no longer high-ranking officials and nobles, but the village head and villagers of Baijia Village. It is very strange for the villagers of Baijia Village to be able to sit in the lobby today.

Ordinary people in small villages, many of them are entering the capital for the first time, and they seem excited with other places.

The courtyard outside the court was once again full of people from the capital.

These eight gates usually hear cases, and most of them are open to the public. Many ordinary people who are idle like to come to these eight gates to watch cases. Many of them include teachers, folk storytellers, story writers, or playwrights of opera classes, etc.

In these eight gates, there are many materials that can be compiled into stories and operas and passed down to the world.

Not to mention, the news from the Eight Doors this time is that a coffin will be interrogated. Such a rare event is naturally spread from one place to another.

This early in the morning, the inside and outside of the eight-door hall was crowded again.

Fu Mingrui put on his official hat and took a deep breath in front of the mirror. Today, he was actually a little nervous.

Duanmu Qingchen swayed to Fu Mingrui's side with a smile, and looked at him in the bronze mirror: "You dress up slowly, I'll go find you." After finishing speaking, he was already flirtatious, like a butterfly, flying around. towards the yard.

Fu Mingrui didn't even have time to stop him, he had already climbed up the ladder and shouted from the top: "Yuyou~~~ The case is on trial~~~ Can't come~~~ Today's case is very interesting~~~~"

Fu Mingrui froze in his study. At this moment, he really wanted to read a book for Emperor Cheng so that he could take care of his son!

Not to mention Fu Mingrui's dislike, the entire eight gates of the Yamen have been tormented by the prince's arrival recently. When passing by the yard, the prince climbed the wall and shouted, they felt ashamed. What has become of such a solemn and mighty place with their eight doors? Has it become a place for the prince to pick up girls?

"My lord, when will His Highness the Crown Prince leave?" Sure enough, Zhao Cheng and the others couldn't help asking, they couldn't bear to go on patrol every day without sleeping.

But there is no way, if something happens to the crown prince in the eight gates, it doesn't mean that Fu Mingrui can resist alone, but that all the officials of the eight gates will be buried with him.

Fu Mingrui didn't even bother to look at Duanmu Qingchen today, he straightened up: "He will return to the palace after the trial today."

Zhao Cheng and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

Standing on the high eaves, Duanmu Qingchen didn't know that he was disgusted by the whole eight gates, but was looking for Lian Youyou and the others. He found that the courtyard of the eight gates was empty and there was no one there.

He thought for a while, narrowed his peach blossom eyes, and walked slowly towards the beams in the backyard.

In the secret realm, horses ran, cats jumped, He Shiqi smirked, and Little Rapunzel was sluggish, which can be regarded as a lively appearance. Because the people in the secret realm are not normal, you can't look at them with normal eyes.

The horse that pulled the cart that was tricked by Lian Youyou is now fat and strong in the secret realm, its hair is shiny and shiny, and it is much more handsome than when it came here.

Hei Yan rode on horseback like a human, stroking the horse's mane with a cat's paw: "This secret realm is full of fairy grass, and the lotus pond is full of fairy water. If this horse eats it again, I'm afraid it will become fine."

Little Lettuce looked surprised: "What will happen to Chengjing?"

"Yeah, what will happen if you become a spirit?" He Shiqi squatted beside Little Rapunzel, with the same childlike surprised expression on his face.

Heiyan Maozhuo scratched his head: "Can talk."

"Oh——" The two children, one big and one small, uttered loud exclamations at the same time, causing faint ripples in the lotus pond.

Lin Tingjun was sitting at the desk in the house at this time, and the four treasures of the study were neatly placed on the desk. He had been grinding ink for a long time, and he dozed off, then woke up and continued grinding.

He stared blankly at the white paper in front of him, grinding it while looking at it. After looking at it for a long time, he slowly put down the ink stone, picked up the brush, and dabbed ink lightly.

However, when he put the pen down on the rice paper, he didn't move it for a long time, just like Mr. Dong Guo who was just pretending to be counting. Another example is that the utensils must be of the highest grade, and they are placed very high, but they don't know anything about it.

The blood sword flew over slowly, and a smear of blood came out of the scabbard, lingering around the blood sword, and gradually, a cute girl's face emerged, with a hint of jealousy on her face: "Brother Lin really wants to draw that Lian Youyou? In the book, the portraits are drawn because of lovesickness, does brother Rin also like that Lian Youyou?"

Lin Tingjun remained motionless, just staring at the white paper in front of him.

The girl danced around Lin Tingjun unhappily: "Brother Lin, does it mean that if I had a human form, you wouldn't recognize me, only that Lian Youyou?" The girl pouted, her face full of jealousy.

Lin Tingjun's expression remained unchanged, his eyes only fell on the white paper, his expression seemed to be falling asleep again.

The girl sighed in disappointment, suddenly noticed something, immediately returned to the blood sword, and lay obediently beside Ling Tingjun's desk.

At this moment, a white shadow drifted down on the porch outside Lin Tingjun's house, and a leisurely fragrance floated into the house and into Lin Tingjun's breath.

The invisible fragrance touched the tip of Lin Tingjun's nose like a soft bark, and instantly lit up his somewhat dull eyes. The eyes inside were as bright as a morning star. He raised his eyelids and looked at the man standing in the corridor. Lian Youyou.

Lian Youyou glanced at him, hooked her fingers: "I'm going to watch the trial."

Lin Tingjun's eyes tightened suddenly, and he looked at the white paper on the table: "You go, I'm not interested in that Fu Mingrui."

Lian Youyou raised her eyebrows: "Hey, if you don't go...can you rest assured? You won't be with me today?"

Lin Tingjun tapped ink and drew a faint outline: "It's okay, you can't tease him in court."

"Pfft." Lian Youyou smiled, licked her lips, and looked at He Shiqi and the others with her hands behind her back, "You're right~~ In the courtroom, I can't get a man. Okay~~~~ You draw slowly, I will take Let's go and watch the fun." After Lian Youyou said that, she flew out of the porch, stepped on the lotus pond, and her floating figure passed by the clear lotus pond, like an elegant white phoenix.

Lin Tingjun withdrew his gaze and said that he would not go, but his face was already gloomy. When writing, I was a little more impatient.

Lian leisurely landed on the white jade arched bridge, turned her head and smiled at He Shiqi and the others: "Ah Qi, little lettuce, go to the trial."

When He Shiqi heard that he was going to go to the trial, he immediately jumped up and clapped his hands: "Okay! Okay! Come right away!" He directly picked up the little lettuce and ran towards Lian Youyou. He was not happy that Eight Doors didn't bring him to the trial last time, but this time he can finally watch the excitement.

As soon as Hei Yan saw it, he hurried to follow. Following Lian Youyou was really much safer than staying here with Lin Tingjun. What happened last time left quite a shadow in his heart. This Lin Tingjun must not be simple. As far as his gloomy hostility is concerned, it is definitely not something a mortal can have.