Hearing the word "concoction", even Lin Zhao, who was a reincarnated person, inevitably felt a little panicked in his heart, he looked up at Cheng Jingzong, gritted his teeth and said: "The grass people have always been law-abiding, and they ask themselves if they are guilty, can the master of Zhizhou set up a private court?" ”

"This official is the parent official of Yuezhou, and the trial of this official is the trial of the court to judge you, how can you talk about private settings?"

Cheng Jingzong's face was expressionless, he took a pen and paper from the side, put it in front of Lin Zhao, and said: "Now in front of the official, write down all the experiences of how Lin Jian deceived the world and stole his name, and then press a handprint, you can go back, otherwise the official will take you to the Zhizhou Yamen Prison today, and when you get there, you won't have the same good reputation as now." ”

Cheng Zhizhou said lightly: "After entering the Zhizhou Yamen Prison, it won't take a day, you will do whatever the official says, see that you Lin Sanlang doesn't look like that kind of stupid and straight person, there is no need to suffer this kind of flesh and skin, don't you say?" ”

Lin Zhao saw sweat on his forehead.

As Cheng Jingzong said, he can indeed pull Lin Zhao to the Zhizhou prison right now, and then throw a crime at him casually, the judiciary in this era is extremely lax, and the rule of man is more than the rule of law, and if you offend your parents, you will naturally suffer.

Even if Lin Jian learned about this, there would be no way to get Lin Zhao out of prison for a while, and when their official fight was over, Lin Zhao didn't know how many beatings he had been beaten in prison.

Thinking of this, Lin Zhao knew that he couldn't force himself with this person, his eyes rolled, he bowed his head slightly to Cheng Jingzong, and said with a wry smile: "Master Zhizhou, what do you want the grass people to write?" ”

It is obviously impossible to betray Lin Jian, not that there is really any life and death friendship between the two people, but because of interests, now Lin Zhao has barely boarded the big ship of Lin Jian, if Lin Jian falls, Lin Zhao will cut himself off from the Lin family in Yuezhou, and the ship will be regarded as sinking.

What's more, a crime of slandering the clan uncle can make Lin Zhao bear it for the rest of his life.

But right now, he can't go head-to-head with this Cheng Zhizhou, otherwise he will really be taken into prison, and a casual charge of theft will make Lin Zhao take off a layer of skin in prison.

For now, we have to find a way to get out of here.

As long as he leaves this restaurant and has Lin Jian's protection, Cheng Jingzong will not be able to come to the door to get people again.

"Write what?"

Cheng Zhizhou's face was expressionless: "Naturally, it was written that you first made that movable type, and then was discovered by your uncle Lin Yuanda, who forcibly took this thing from you and took it for yourself." ”

Speaking of this, he looked at Lin Zhao and slowly spoke: "As far as this official knows, the house you live in now should have been Lin Jian's, yes or no?" ”

"Some time ago, this house was transferred from Lin Jian's name to your name, and you and your mother also moved in at that time."

"This is the evidence that Lin Yuanda deceived the world and stole his name, after he took your things for himself, he used this house as compensation, and then reported it to the capital, so as to invite his name, how shameless!"

"The hypocrisy of his people is not limited to Yuezhou, but now he has come to Chang'an, and he has listened to the saints, taking the credit of other people's things, deceiving the world and stealing fame, deceiving the king and stealing profits!"

I have to say that the new Zhizhou still has some ability, although there is no evidence, but in just two or three simple sentences, he actually told the cause and effect of this incident.

Lin Zhao had no choice but to sit in front of Cheng Jingzong, and after coughing, he lifted the brush in his hand.

He wrote very slowly, the first word "Lin" was not only crooked, but also wrote more than a dozen breaths, Cheng Jingzong frowned, walked behind Lin Zhao, looked at the extremely ugly handwriting on his paper, and then sneered: "Lin Sanlang, you don't have to pretend to be smart, your handwriting, the official has seen it, although it can only be regarded as average, but it is not to this extent!" ”

"If you don't write again, you can only go to the Zhizhou Yamen prison to write!"

When Lin Zhao heard this, he began to write in a regular manner, and after writing two words, he put his heart sideways, threw the pen directly on the ground, gritted his teeth and said: "Master Zhizhou, you want the grass people to write things that are empty, if you make it up out of thin air, it will hurt my uncle, and the grass people's life will come to an end, you want to arrest me, and now you will catch it!" ”

"It's nothing more than death, even if you are the governor of a state, you have harmed my life for no reason, and you will not be able to escape the law of the country in the future!"

"You're taking yourself too seriously."

Cheng Jingzong said coldly: "A flat-headed person like you, don't say one, even ten or eight unjustly died in the prison of my Zhizhou Yamen, what can you do?" ”

"Even if you die in the Zhizhou Yamen prison and the crime is confirmed, the official is at most a charge of negligence, and after returning to Chang'an, as long as you rest for a year or two, the official should still be an official."

A smile appeared on his face.

"After the official recovers, he can even be promoted, do you believe it or not?"

It was still the height of summer at this time, but Cheng Jingzong's words made Lin Zhao feel a little chill in his heart.

What made him chill was that what Cheng Jingzong said was actually true!

The power of a local magistrate is too great, and if someone accidentally dies in the prison, as long as he blames the jailer or the cell leader, it has nothing to do with him, the governor of the state, as Cheng Jingzong said, at most it is just a crime of negligence.

An official like him, who has someone above him, can really be promoted to ...... when he returns to Chang'an to rest for two years!

Lin Zhao took a deep breath, fumbled in his arms for a while, and then took out a booklet with only twenty pages and put it in front of Cheng Jingzong, he bowed his head slightly, and said: "Master Zhizhou, this is the story booklet that the grass people have sold in the bookstore in the past two days, can you take it and take a look?" ”

Cheng Jingzong smiled.

"The official knows that you want to delay time, and want to wait for Lin Yuanda or someone else to save you, the official can tell you whether the guards who are following you can survive tonight is still an unknown number, stop at Lin Jian, he is a commoner, don't say that he doesn't know where you are now, even if he knows, what can he do?"

"Can he still fight with his bare hands?"

Cheng Jingzong took the pamphlet unhurriedly, and said lightly: "This official knows that you are counting on the local officials and officials in Yuezhou to oppose me, but at this time, there are one or two hundred people in Yuezhou City, unless the local people in Yuezhou are willing to rebel with your Lin family, otherwise this official can do whatever he wants." ”

As he spoke, he opened the booklet, Lin Zhao coughed, and reminded in a low voice: "Master Zhizhou, it's good for you to read the third one directly......"

Cheng Jingzong frowned slightly, turned a few pages back, and finally turned to the third short story.

The title of the story is simple.

Lin Shilang skillfully created movable type......

Cheng Zhizhou's face suddenly changed slightly, and he frowned and looked down.

When Lin Sanlang saw him like this, he was also slightly relieved, and said: "Master Zhizhou, this booklet was sold by the grass people yesterday, and now it should have sold more than a thousand copies, if you want to frame my family uncle, send someone to take back all the booklets in Yuezhou City now, maybe it's too late......"

In fact, he has only sold 400 copies so far.

Cheng Jingzong's face was cloudy: "Stories are miscellaneous, how can you count?" ”

Lin Saburo coughed and reminded in a low voice.

"Master Zhizhou, this thing is not counted here, but the people of Yuezhou should be counted......"