A month later, Dali Temple was imprisoned.

The Criminal Department is responsible for the trial of major cases in Ningguo, and the Dali Temple is responsible for review, so the prison in Dali Temple has very few prisoners, and the overall conditions are better than those of the Criminal Department. Even so, as soon as I entered the cell, there was a pungent rancid smell.

Ji Hongye's expression was calm, as if he had long been accustomed to this scene, but Sun Wenjie frowned and asked the jailer who led the way in front: "How long has it been since this place been cleaned?"

The jailer who followed them said: "The cell is cleaned every day, and it is quite clean. It's just that the prisoners who were sent yesterday have all been severely punished before, and this smell is brought by them. ”

Sun Wenjie lost interest even more when he heard this, and whispered to Ji Hongye: "What do you have to do in prison?

As if he hadn't heard him speak, Ji Hongye turned his head to the prison man and said, "Has the person already brought it up?"

"The lower officials took them to the prison hall early in the morning, and according to your orders, there will be no conditions for collusion in one room. ”

Ji Hongye nodded, and said to the jailer: "Give Master Sun a cup of tea, and ask for Lushan Yunwu." ”

Sun Wenjie's eyebrows suddenly stretched out when he heard this, "I'll just say that you Ji San is righteous enough, and you can still remember me at this time." ”

The two of them had already arrived in the prison hall while talking, and Ji Hongye sat down on the Taishi chair with a leisurely posture. Glancing at the tea brought by the jailer, he said leisurely: "I'm afraid that you won't be able to spit it out for a while, and you will be shocked." ”

Sun Wenjie's face suddenly turned blue, but he became more and more puzzled in his heart. It's just a few prisoners who sell illegal rouge gouache in the night market, or go to prison, or exile, or confiscate the army, and the sentence is forgotten. Why did Ji Hongye need to bring people from the Criminal Department to Dali Temple, he wanted to hear the trial, and he had to pull him up, which was a bit too strange.

The person in charge of the trial is Si Zheng and serious, not as high as these two young ministers, so he invited two people to take a seat, but Ji Hongye resigned, because the two of them were not familiar with the interrogation and were afraid of taking the lead. Sun Wenjie twitched the corners of his eyes when he heard this, the only person he was not familiar with was him, and not a single weed in Dali Temple could escape his Ji San's poisonous eyes, what kind of pretence was this!

This person is serious, he is strict and upright, he went to the battlefield in his early years, and he will not be flexible when trying prisoners. After the three people covered in blood were brought up one by one, he routinely interrogated, but naturally he didn't ask what Ji Hongye wanted.

Sun Wenjie didn't think it was interesting to look at it, but he saw Ji Hongye sitting up straight, and said slowly: "Bring the second person up again." ”

The jailers pulled out the third prisoner and brought the second one. The man had also been tortured very heavily before, and he was unsteady on his knees, and he looked like he was dying.

"Give him something to drink and wake up, I have something to ask. Ji Hongye said.

The jailer brought a cup of hot water and fed it to the prisoner rudely, and the prisoner choked on it. After drinking the hot water, he seemed to be more energetic, and dared to look at the people sitting at the interrogation table.

"Who instructed you to sell rouge at the night market?"

The man bowed his head and replied in a hoarse voice, "I am a merchant, so I am naturally instructed by money." ”

Sun Wenjie shook his head and said secretly, this guy is too eyeless, let Ji San kick to the iron plate, can he still have good fruit to eat? Sure enough, Ji Hongye spoke again, in a slow and slow tone: "When I talk to you well, you'd better know everything." ”

The prisoner knelt on the ground and kowtowed, looking sincerely frightened: "The villain really doesn't understand what adults mean. ”

"Oh?" Ji Hongye raised his eyebrows, and there was even a smile in the corner of his eyes, and said seriously: "If he refuses to say it, then cut off his tongue and let him stop talking about it in the future." ”

When the man heard this, he fell to the ground in fright, struggled for a moment, and still spat out: "I said, I said, the villain is ordered by Lord Jin Songyuan." "Jin Songyuan is the governor of Jinling.

"How can the little Jinling Mansion Yin cover the sky with one hand, the night market is bright and doesn't matter, you really can let you fool around at the feet of the emperor? I don't think you can give you a little hardship, you won't be able to talk well." After Ji Hongye finished speaking calmly, he directly instructed the jailer: "Leave his tongue for a while, and go to the jailer first." ”

Although Sun Wenjie was not responsible for interrogating prisoners, he was clear about the methods of interrogation. Now that I heard that I was going to be burned, it was very disgusting, and I wanted to vomit when I smelled the smell of burning flesh, and I couldn't even drink the tea.

At this time, he also understood that Ji Hongye was not a drunkard. Behind this seemingly ordinary drug rouge case, there must be a major involvement, and it may be a certain big man above them who can't move. Ji San pulled him, isn't this to kill him?

"The Criminal Department didn't ask any prisoners, are you sure you still want to ask?" Sun Wenjie said to Ji Hongye in a voice that only two people could hear.

Ji Hongye didn't answer, and he didn't need to answer, because the terrible screams of the prisoners who had been burned had drowned out all sounds. The man was still emitting white smoke, shaking his body, and said intermittently: "My lord, I said, I said." ”

He would spit out, as if Ji Hongye expected it, and he said to the main book: "Every sentence and every word he said, you have to memorize it, this is all evidence presented in court, and it will be tried by the three divisions in the future." ”

The chief bookkeeper was panicking in his heart, not for anything else, but in his impression, this Ji Shaoqing should be the best one among all the officials in Dali Temple. He is a two-list jinshi, and he is also a tanhualang hand-picked by the saint, and he has read a lot of books, so he is naturally elegant.

Working with him in Dali Temple, I always felt that he was the best to get along with. How can such a person know all about torture instruments? And those words of extortion of confessions, which seem to be concise, but they are full of murderous intent.

The official position of the chief bookkeeper is not high, but his age is not young. The officials who came down to hear the trial even had first-class and second-class officials. So far, he has never seen anyone, Ji Shaoqing's aura.

It's amazing, it's really amazing. Where does the master book dare not be serious?

"The villain is only responsible for connecting with Lord Jin Songyuan, but the villain also knows that Lord Jin still has to listen to Lord Liu Bingquan. ”

Liu Bingquan and Sun Wenjie's bodies stiffened, isn't this the book of the Criminal Department that has just returned to the old age? No wonder the Criminal Department can't ask anything, only saying that it is an ordinary business case, and only if you can ask it, there will be ghosts. He endured it or didn't hold back, and asked, "The Liu Bingquan you are talking about, but the former Shangshu of the Criminal Department, Lord Liu?"

"Exactly. ”

Sun Wenjie said sharply: "You can't talk nonsense, there is no conclusive evidence, you are slandering the second-class members of the imperial court, and the responsibility will be doubled." ”

(PS: The third brother's belly black attribute.) ）