In the spring of the third year of Yongchang, a "little sparrow" flew into the officialdom of the capital.
Yun Ting, the newly appointed censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, had a harmless smile. He was very sweet when he saw people, and he was not soft-hearted in accepting gifts. Everyone in the capital knew that this seventh-grade patrol minister, who was born as an orphan of an embroidered lady, was a simple-minded beauty who was keen on clinging to others and proficient in enjoying himself. Wang Shilang recognized him as his foster brother, Governor Du invited him to drink wine, and even Qingliu leader Zhou Jijiu smiled and accepted his "filial piety" - after all, who would guard against a beautiful fool who drunkenly chanted "We are all one of our own"?
Only Xie Wujiu, the cold-faced King of Hell from the Ministry of Punishment, felt something was wrong.
He saw Yun Ting's rock-steady fingers when he was toasting, saw Zang Feng's handwriting when he was writing limericks, and even saw the old jade button on his waist that was a close mirror image of his own jade pendant. So Xie Wujiu began to write an observation diary: "On March 21st, Yun Qizhi pretended to be drunk again. His acting skills were exaggerated, and his flaws were as perfect as a trap."
A storm sweeping across the government and the public was quietly brewing amid the banquets.
The "ghost ships" at the water transport dock are sinking one after another, but what rolls out from the mezzanine is the northern ordnance; the fragrance of ink in Qingfengzhai covers the flow of ten thousand taels of gold, and a calligraphy and painting is worth half the city; the sound of books in Qingyun Academy is loud, and the future of poor students is clearly marked...
Yun Ting was still acting, but the audience gradually changed. He accurately administered the drug at Governor Du's celebration banquet, causing corrupt officials to make a fool of themselves in public; he sneaked into the bribery dens and used fake antiques to make the "clean streamers" dog-eat-dog; he even laid a dragnet in the imperial examination room and dragged the "grandmaster" who manipulated fate off the altar.
And Xie Wujiu, the man who claimed to only monitor him for the emperor's orders, would always "happen" to pass by him late at night when he was in danger, silently cleaning up his traces, and then leaving a cold "noisy" sentence.
When the final black hand emerged and overwhelming power came, Yun Ting tore off all disguises for the first time and asked the people standing side by side with a smile: "Brother Xie, are you afraid?"
Xie Wujiu wiped away the blood stains on his cheeks and gently clasped the two jade pendants that could be sewn together tightly.
"Afraid?" He replied, "This is the day I've been waiting for - to clean up this dirty world with you."
Purpose: Use wisdom to reshape fairness