Dachang Dynasty, in the seventh year of Jiaqing.
At night, it was so dark that it looked like someone had spilled all the ink.
Big raindrops hit the eaves of the Qingxi County Government Office with a crackling sound, and the rainwater gathered together to form curtains of water, blurring people's vision.
The lobby of the county government office, which usually looks solemn and solemn, is now bright and bright, just like daytime.
The air was filled with that damp, musty smell, and there was also a depressing feeling that made people feel so tight in their chests that they almost couldn't breathe.
Lin Fu, he is the new Master Xing from Qingxi County. He has only been in office for three days. But right now, he was wearing prison uniform and tied with thick and heavy iron chains, kneeling on the cold stone floor.
He raised his head and looked at the censor Zhang Huaiyi who was livid with anger on the high seat. He couldn't help but mutter to himself: As soon as he started traveling through time, it was like going to hell. It's so difficult!
"Lin Fu! Do you know what crime you have committed!" Zhang Huaiyi shouted at the top of his lungs. The sound was like thunder, buzzing in the lobby and making people's eardrums hurt.
