A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 123 123 Strange Case (8)

Yeats quickly adjusted her facial expression as the person being interrogated changed, and she said expressionlessly, "You didn't have this attitude when you seduced Shen Biao three years ago. Asking questions about warmth and caring, dare you say that is not "poor"?"

Being hit to the point, Zhu Chang instantly followed the wilted Qiugua.

I heard that Yeats was interrogating people in the afternoon, and Fu Ma Ye secretly stood outside the interrogation room. Just when he heard the wonderful things, he felt someone behind him. When he turned around, he saw that it was his great son.

He said, "You are busy with your business and don't worry about me."

Pei Jingning pretended that he did not understand what I was implying. He stood behind me with his hands behind his hands and looked at Yeats who had not spoken a word.Wearing a seventh-grade official uniform, she is obviously a girl, but she shows her masculine temperament in every aspect, elegant and elegant, calm and calm.

Yeats continued to magnify the melon: "From Shen Biao, you have obtained the tenderness, love and family warmth that you have never had before, so you want to firmly hold on to the man who makes you happy, and encourage him to go to court in the name of fur. Daxibei eloped with you, right!"

"You...how did you know..."

After all, it was the woman in the inner house. After her emotions were defeated by Yeats, she no longer had the heart to defend herself, and she forgot to quibble, sobbing loudly.

Maybe it was suppressed for too long, or maybe it was nightmares that came back from midnight dreams, Zhu Changshi howled: "God, why...why... did you treat me like this, all the time, I always thought that Shen Lang didn't want me anymore, and went alone Daxibei, I didn't expect... I didn't expect..."

"I didn't expect to be killed by your husband, did I?"

Zhu Chang's crying stopped abruptly, and he fell to the cold ground like a wooden man.

Yeats said, "When did you know that Shen Biao was killed by Zhu Peng?"

Zhu Changshi looked up at Yeats blankly, but did not answer.

Yeats said, "Did you sense it when the second steward was getting more and more aggressive, or when the second steward threatened your husband and frequently extorted money?"

"You've found it all, and you still ask me why." Zhu Changshi lowered his eyes, "Anyway, I didn't kill anyone, so you can't catch me."

Yeats tilted his head slightly and stared at her all the time, "When tea was served that day, your shaking hands were intentional!"

Zhu Changshi raised his eyes suddenly, his eyes were full of horror: "You..."

"Actually, you have been waiting for this day, right?" Yeats said lightly with a smile.

This smile frightened Zhu Changshi to tremble again, "You... you are talking nonsense... I... I didn't..."

Yeats said, "Actually, I can understand your thinking..."

"No, you don't understand...you don't understand anything..." Zhu Changshi shouted excitedly, "You men either eat, drink, prostitute, gamble, or go home to beat your wife. You don't understand what we women want at all...you can only be domineering...you can only hit me...I can't wait...to hate..."

"I can't wait to die, don't I!" Yeats said with a smile: "For a woman, being rich and having servants and then killing her husband is simply the most beautiful life. Am I right, Mrs. Zhu..."

"You...you... how do you know what I'm thinking..."

"This is not what you are thinking, this should be the thinking of many women." Yeats said, "They have had enough of serving men like pigs and dogs all their lives. They want to live their own lives, but the world does not give women a chance. "

"God...God..." Zhu Chang cried again, someone really understood her, someone really understood her, after half a lifetime, it was a trial master who understood the suffering of these women.

Don't be ancient, it is modern. How many women want to live their own lives without men, but for the sake of their children and most of their lives, ordinary people choose to bear it silently.

Did Yeats reject him because of this?Pei Jingning's eyebrows pounded when he heard that, and he stretched out his hand to press the thumping eyebrows hard. So sometimes, is it a good thing for women to be so smart, or...

Pei Fuma also frowned when he heard that, he had never beaten his wife, on the contrary, he was always overwhelmed by the princess's wife, who could he ask for reason, these women only know how to talk nonsense, what is rich and servants are dead Husband, this is all about what.

Yeats looked at Zhu Chang who was crying and almost collapsed. Is he pitiful?Sure, but in these cases, if she hadn't seduced Shen Biao or even eloped, Zhu Peng would not have killed anyone.

But if she hadn't been beaten by her husband, she couldn't stand the domestic violence and went out to find warmth, she wouldn't seduce a married man, she was also a victim.Alas, after all, they are not good people.

Yeats flicked his hands, "After Zhu Peng has been interrogated, he will be released."

The jailer took him down.

Teng Chong was a little excited, "Brother Ye, is Zhu Peng going to be interrogated?"

Yeats nodded, "It's time."

When Zhu Peng was taken up by the jailers, he met his wife Zhu Changshi in the long corridor. When the two guards were escorting him, he stretched out his feet to kick the woman.

The jailer didn't even react. When he did, Zhu Changshi had already been kicked by him.

He spat viciously, "Wait for me, I will let you out immediately and sleep you, and let you drink the northwest wind."

Zhu Changshi snorted coldly, "Let's wait until you are released." After saying that, he also sneered, "I'm afraid that I can enjoy all the property in the house." After saying that, he raised his head and laughed.

In the dark prison cell, laughter permeates people, making people shiver.

"I didn't kill anyone, just wait for me."

Hearing this, Mrs. Zhu Chang stopped laughing and looked at him with a strange expression, "Do you think everyone in Dali Temple is a worker?"

Zhu Peng was startled in his heart, and his face was stern: "What do you mean?"

Zhu Changshi curled her lips, turned around and left. The officials who interrogated her found out everything. The person surnamed Zhu still wanted to deny the past, but there was no way.

Zhu Peng was not Zhu Changshi. He half-kneeled in front of Yeats without changing his face.

Yeats was calmer than him, "Zhu Peng, what were you doing on September 28 three years ago?"

"You also said it was three years ago. It's been so long, I can't remember it."

Yeats chuckled: "Master Zhu said that he has a good memory, why is it not so good now?"

"That's business, can it be compared with ordinary trivial matters."

"It's really incomparable."

"Huh." Zhu Peng has already thought about what happened three years ago, and the scene has been cleaned up without any evidence. As long as he insists on it, what can they do with him.

The trial came to a head-on, and for some reason, Prince Consort Pei was worried about Yeats.

Yeats was not in a hurry, and took out a purse, "Zhu Peng, do you know this?"

Zhu Peng's eyes flickered away, and his face remained calm, "Who doesn't know this, it's just a purse."

"Although it's rotten and can't be easily removed, I can still see that Miss Shen's stitches are fine and tight, and every stitch is affectionate."

Zhu Peng looked indifferent, "My sister made the purse for my brother, what can I say about it?"

Yeats sneered and took out the blackened acacia beans, "My sister will give the red beans to my brother?"

(End of this chapter)