After reading the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, I only eat hundreds of millions

Chapter 6 Hey!This is outrageous, Judge Song
"Chen En, do you really have no other clues?" Li Shilang scratched his head, with a determined look on his face. His big eyes stared blankly at Chen En, and his pleading eyes were absolutely stunning.

Chen En didn't tolerate him.

He lowered his head and carefully packed away the torture tools.

Each torture instrument was polished to reflect light and then placed in order.

Li Shilang: "Ah, ah, sorry, the wig I just bought is almost going bald again. The things in Colorful Colorful Pavilion are really expensive. A wig costs 50 taels of silver. Why doesn't he... grab it? He could obviously just go and grab it. You grabbed it, you have to put it on the shelves!!! Also, Chen En is a very stubborn old man, so you can’t just make some “false clues” and ask me to hand over...

Wow, how pitiful I am!

If I were really bald, my wife would probably dislike me. I haven't been able to kiss my wife for almost half a month.Eh!Missing my wife No. 16 days"

Song Hiiragi: I really know how to Q-bolt.

The dignified Minister of Justice is a "bald man". Not only is he bald, but he is also afraid of his wife? !
"Li Shilang, how about... let me give it a try?" Zhao Han raised his hand and recommended himself, looking at Li Daoquan with a look of enthusiasm.

Zhao Han: "A tough mouth, a tough bone."

I like it……

If I catch Mr. Chen En's eye with my craftsmanship, I can take advantage of the opportunity and become his disciple.Inheriting a family business is not as fun as torture and interrogation."

Zhao Han chose to go to prison and became a jailer.

To a large extent, it comes from Chen En's torture skills.

but.

Chen En was beaten by the Zhao family.

If Chen En dares to accept a disciple, the Zhao family will dare to attack Chen En's family.

The jailer is an official.

In the eyes of the clan and family, there is no difference between an official and a lowly official.

heard.

Li Shilang and Mr. Chen En both turned their heads and ignored him.

Didn't hear or see, just turned a blind eye and turned a blind eye.

The Zhao family is a clan and an aristocratic family.

If the clans and families of the Great Zhou Dynasty were divided into three, six or nine levels.

The Zhao family is also the top one.

A noble family like this one had a generous Zhao Han.

Jinshang and the Song family chose to send Song Piao to prison, except for the special nature of prison.More importantly, he also wanted to use the help of Zhao Han and the Zhao family behind him to protect Song Heiyi or two.

This...is considered a conspiracy.

"Shilang Li..."

Zhao Han drawled, hoping to get a response. .

Unfortunately, he miscalculated.

Not to mention Li Shilang, not even his immediate boss Du Shangshu dared to drag Zhao Han into trouble.The clan and family are not short of money, and they will never touch the tax money. This is something that I also know very well.

A country’s tax money.

It’s about the foundation of the country.

Clan families are greedy for power, profit and fame, but they will not be greedy for money easily.

Without him, they would not lack.

"How about... I'll ask the official?" Song Hao chuckled, crossed Zhao Han, and stood in front of Li Daoquan and Chen En, his dark eyes narrowed slightly.As the two of them looked at her, everyone in the court knew that she was in prison.

——Coming forward is considered a test.

"Song, Song..."

"I am sent to Song Qi, the official of Dali Temple, to comment on affairs."

Song Hao raised his head, his big eyes sparkling, his small face looked directly at the two of them, and he didn't even cover up the ups and downs of his chest.

"Yes, yes, Song...Song is the judge." Li Shilang's hands trembled slightly, and he subconsciously wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with the lapel of his clothes.

Mr. Chen En was stunned.

He looked at Song Hao and wiped his hands for a moment.

"she……"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a pair of joking eyes.

Chen En frowned and said suspiciously: "Your Excellency, she..."

"He is the judge of the Song Dynasty, Song Qi, the judge of Dali Temple, and he is also a Song judge who is well-known in Kyoto. His official position was appointed by Jin, Chen En... you must not admit your mistake." Li Shilang said seriously, word for word.

The corners of Song Heng's lips raised, revealing a strange and cunning smile.

"Chen En, the prison warden, has met the judge." Chen En is upright but not stupid. If Li Shilang dares to "call a deer a horse", he must have received the order from his superior.What's more... he bluntly said that Song Qi's official position was appointed by his superiors, which must have deep meaning.

Mr. Chen En: "This... the court is really chaotic. Even women can be officials, but now they have no brains in playing chess? Fortunately, I am just a jailer and can't control the court. However, I have to tell Wan San to clean it up." It is said that the imperial prison must be cleaned every day. Look at this imperial prison that is full of musty and damp smell. The walls are covered with mold. Wan San must be lazy.

This instrument of torture has not been sterilized either, so it is not easy to hold it in your hand.

No, I will go find Wansan later..."

Song Heng:......

What you’ve seen...all of these people are quite interesting!

Song Hao hid the twitching corners of his mouth.

"Zhao Zhaoliu, please watch...Song's review." Li Shilang stood up. After the first trial of the day, he had to go back to the Ministry of Punishment to judge.

Moreover.He also dislikes imprisonment.

Li Shilang: "The imperial prison is too humid. I'd better go back to the punishment department as soon as possible! The wig needs to be exposed to the sun so that it can last a long time. I'm sorry for my thinning little coffers."

very quickly.

The two men left one after another.

"Song Pingshi——"

Zhao Han rubbed his hands and looked at the torture chamber with burning eyes.

"No." Song Hao shook his head decisively, crossed the threshold and entered the execution room.The smell of blood, charcoal fire, mixed with damp musty smell.This smell... makes me feel a bit heady and makes me want to vomit.

Zhao Han is a madman.

Let him enter the torture chamber, Qian Qianming probably won't be able to see the sun the next day.

Qian Qianming: "Unjust"

Datou: "I was wronged..."

Little Fatty: "I am wronged..."

Song Heng stepped into the torture chamber, filled with injustices.

It was so close that it dazzled Song Piao's eyes.

"Brother Six, let them down. Do you have any ointment? Give them some medicine. Don't ask for clues and they will be tortured." Song Hao raised his hand, covered his mouth and nose to block the smell in the torture chamber, and mouthed towards Zhao Han , and asked Zhao Han to call the jailer to take action and put Qian Qianming and the others down.

Torture once a day.

Qian Qianming and others are still alive, thanks to Chen En's mercy.

——Real torture to extract confessions.

Mr. Chen En's men are not alive yet.

"Why?" Zhao Han muttered, "They are prisoners, why do you care about their lives? One million taels of tax money... is enough to implicate nine tribes."

Zhao Han's fiery eyes stared directly at Qian Qianming and the others.

Many of these people are surveillance guards.

He has neither beheaded nor skinned an inspection guard.

I'm excited and want to take action.

"Chen En and I have the same idea. They...are all unjustly accused." Song Heng said.

This screen is full of injustice.

She is not blind or deaf.

You can see it, but you can also hear it.

"If they are unjustly accused, wouldn't the Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple...have to seek death? It is said that the Supervision Department is now planning to intervene."

"Aren't the Supervision Department and Dali Temple the same family?"

"That's right. The Supervisory Censor of the Supervision Department also serves as the Young Minister of Dali Temple. With him, he will definitely be able to capture him."

Immediately.

The jailers were talking a lot.

The world is afraid of Cui Mu and avoids Cui Mu.

Similarly.

They respected Cui Mu and worshiped Cui Mu.

Song Hao was silent, waiting for Zhao Han to clean up Qian Qianming.She folded her hands and walked forward slowly, half squatting, "Qian Qianming, I am Song Qi of Dali Temple..."

"Song Qi, Song Qi, the judge of Dali Temple?" Qian Qianming struggled to open his red and swollen eyes, his tone full of excitement and shock.

Song Heng:? ? ?
The judge of Dali Temple——Song Qi.

Did you hear it wrong?

Just now, she seemed to have heard the words Judge Song.

Judge, this is such an awesome nickname.

Song Qi, my third brother? !

The taciturn and dull Song Qi.

The Song Qi she knew was indeed the seventh grade judge of Dali Temple.

This level, if thrown into a capital city filled with emperors and relatives, would not even make a splash.

"You heard that right, he...is the Dali Temple judge Song Qi you thought of." Zhao Han curled his lips and added.

next to.

Song Hiiragi was numb and numb.

rely on it.

She just said...Song Qi, a mere seventh-grade judge of Dali Temple, why should he be appointed by Jinshang to investigate the case of missing tax money?

It turns out that my third brother, who is cheap, has a low official position.

However, he... is very famous.

This……

That's a little outrageous.

(End of this chapter)