I saw Lord Song and Master Song get up from the ground. Walk into the Yamen Palace. The servant threw himself forward and knelt down with a thought. Reach out and grab the corner of Lord Song's clothes. Like grabbing the only life-saving grass. He begged bitterly, "My lord, help me. The little one is wrong. The little ones don't dare. Your Excellency, you will intercede with Lord Chincha. The little ones really don't dare to talk nonsense. For the sake of the little ones who have been doing their best for the adults. Spare the little ones." The fifty boards punished him and he accepted his fate. But he was dismissed from his errand position. Didn't it cut off his way of life? This is called how he lives.

Seeing Lord Song's face hesitant. Furrowed eyebrows and looked at himself. Needless to say.

The officials were even more anxious. Begged again: "Your Excellency. Now only you can save the little one. All you have to do is say a few kind words to Lord Chincha. He'll be sure to punish the small ones lightly. My lord. Please. Aren't the little ones doing those things at your command?"

Lord Song took a step back. Shake off the servants. Unmoved. A hint of anger gradually rose on his face. Pointing at him and scolding, "I don't know if you were kicked in the head by a donkey. Still don't have long eyes. I knew it was Chincha-sama. How dare you provoke him? There's nothing the officer can do about it. Ask for your own blessings." Heartlessly. Just brushed his sleeves away.

The master glanced at the servant. It's also a heavy sigh." You say you, you. Why are you so stupid?" After saying that, he hurriedly followed the footsteps of Lord Song and caught up. He didn't bother to meddle in this kind of. Lest you be careful of the heat**.

When the official heard this, his face was lost. Bow your head in frustration. I can only accept my fate in despair. He was escorted by other officials to receive his punishment.

Luo Xiang glanced at a few of them. Thought. Inconstancy. And they all went in. Hurriedly and carefully put away Shang Fang's sword. Go and pick up Mu Suling who is sitting on the ground. Thinking that she had just been served by that servant twice. It's infuriating. Fifty boards are missing from him. There should be an extra fifty boards.

"It's all right. It doesn't hurt." Reaching out and grabbing her wrist, he asked with concern.

Mu Suling was a little embarrassed. Crying again. Fell again. But those clear eyes turned slightly. Pursing his lips and shaking his head: "It doesn't hurt. As long as I can redress my father's case. What if I get hurt by these things? Let's get inside. Don't keep Amo waiting." The most important thing is that she would love to see her father. Make sure he's okay yourself.

Otherwise, her heart will not be at peace.

"Yes." Luo Xiangen sighed. Helping Mu Suling slowly walked in. As for the people watching behind him, the curious ones also crowded in. Almost all the entrances to the yamen are blocked. And Mo Gongyin sat directly on the main seat since he entered the public trial hall. Condescendingly looking down at the people below. The cold and arrogant and noble temperament makes people feel intimidating.

After Lord Song came in, he glanced at Mo Gongyin, who was already sitting on the main seat. I was so anxious that I was worried. Before he could sit down on the chair that the servant had brought him. I heard Mo Gongyin's indifferent voice sound.

"Lord Song." A fluttering sentence. It sounds heavy.

Hear the sound. Lord Song still dares to sit. Frightened, he jumped up from his chair. Respectfully asked, "Xiaguan is here. If you have any commands, please speak." At this moment, he still had no idea what this distant Lord Qincha wanted to do. Someone who doesn't make sense with money. Suddenly there was no bottom in his heart. I don't know if I can't escape a bad news today.

Mo Gongyin sat elegantly and elegantly on the main seat. It seems that she was born to look down on the world like this. That innate noble temperament makes people dare not ignore it.

Her eyes were shining. stared at Lord Song with a serious face. Said: "This official is now going to personally interrogate the case of the poisoning and death of Lei Yuanwai's wife. You arrange for someone to bring the prisoner to the court. By the way, I will send someone to Lei Mansion to ask for a mine. Hongu wants to re-understand the case."

Lord Song's face sank when he heard this. Holding his head high, he looked directly at Mo Gongyin, who had an indifferent and calm face. Nodding again and again: "Yes. This is arranged. Wait a minute." He turned his head to the master standing next to him and ordered, "You didn't hear it. Hurry up and ask the minmen to come over. Then call someone to bring the prisoners in the prison."

For Lord Song's eyebrows and eyebrows, it hints. The master sees it in his eyes. Make a secret note in your heart. He turned and waved his hand to several of the officials. Two of the officers went to the prison door. and led two officials out to invite the miners outside. . .

Mo Gongyin's beautiful face was thoughtful. Place your left hand flat on your desk. Fingers tap on the table from time to time. Seems to be waiting for something. The eyes are fixed in one place. The color of the eyes is getting deeper and darker.

I saw that the master ran to ventilate and report the news. Lord Song was also relieved. Sit in a chair and wait quietly for the prisoner to come up.

Luo Xiang held Shang Fang's sword and stood beside Mo Gongyin with his head held high. Alive, like a dutiful guard. And Mu Suling is the plaintiff. Although it wasn't harsh to make her kneel. There was no chair for her to sit on. Standing in the hall with his head down. Look left and right. Looking forward to my father, whom I haven't seen for a long time.

I don't know if he was tortured or not. There is no suffering.

The hour of half a pillar of incense. The official carried an old man in white prison clothes from the inner hall. The messy silver threads are still clearly visible in the black hair. Slightly sunken eye sockets. A pair of dark brown eyes were gloomy. The face of the vicissitudes of life is covered with red, swollen and bruised scars. The prison clothes on his body were stained with blood. Hands and feet are chained with long iron chains. Every step you take will make a chain sound. Pounding on the hearts of men. It hurts so much.

"Daddy....."

Mu Suling saw someone bring it up. Looking at the bright red prison clothes stings my eyes. A heartache was like numbness. Can't wait to pounce on it. Hold the crumbling prisoner. Sniffing the heavy smell of blood on his body. Tears fell in an instant. Choked up: "Dad. How did you become a person. They are not tortured against you. How did you get these injuries? It's Su'er who is not filial. Makes you suffer so much." Grabbing the prisoner's arm, he clearly saw whip marks. Flesh and blood blur.

The two officials looked indifferent. Throw people around. And he stepped aside. Lord Song caught a glimpse of fidgeting. I cursed in my heart. These two idiots. I don't know if I can change into a clean prison clothes and bring them again.

See this Mu. The people who were guarding the door also sighed. They whispered and discussed.

Master Mu is weak. Misty eyes. Slowly moved his eyelids. Listen to familiar sounds. His eyes rolled. When I see a familiar face dangling in front of my eyes. Immediately his face was happy. Chapped lips moved. The dumb voice whispered: "Su'er..... Is it Suer? Isn't Daddy dazzled? I can still see you. Could it be that Daddy is dreaming?"

Mu Suling bit her lip in pain when she heard this. Helped Master Mu to stand up from the ground. Hurry up and check his injuries. Tears fell one by one. "No. You don't dream. It's really Su'er. Father. Do these hurt?" Look at the blood marks on the thin arm. She really hated her incompetence. Let your father be tortured by those people to be like this.

Old Man Mu has been in a trance. He should have died a few days ago. I didn't expect it to drag on until now. I don't know who always delivers internal force to himself in the middle of the night to protect his life. I'll also send some food. Otherwise. He couldn't survive for a long time and still see his longing daughter. He looked haggard and vicissitudes. Tears instantly flooded his eyes.

"It doesn't hurt. Don't cry. It's not beautiful to cry anymore." Raised his hand and gently wiped the tears on Mu Suling's face. Only then did he suddenly ask, "Why are you here?" Didn't they get you caught?"

If it weren't for the fact that they said that their daughter had been arrested during the night trial. Threaten him with her life. How could he possibly draw a charge.

"I wasn't caught by them. I just went to Nanjing City to see the emperor. I hope the emperor will retry the case for my father. Give your father a clean slate." Mu Suling replied truthfully.

"Did you see the emperor?" A trace of worry flashed on Old Master Mu's face.

"Yes. You see. That's Chincha-sama. He was sent by the emperor to retry the case." Mu Suling looked up at Mo Gongyin, who had a deep and solemn face on the main seat, and explained.

"Chincha-sama." Under the unkempt hair of Master Mu. A pair of eyes slowly turned to the main seat. I saw a handsome and bewitching face. Those peach blossom eyes, which were as dark as the night, were as sharp as Shura, exuding a hint of coolness. As if angry. Before he could open his mouth and salute. I heard Mo Gongyin's cold voice snorting coldly above the public water hall.

"Lord Song. That's what you call not using torture on criminals."

The sound is not loud though. But there was sarcasm and coldness in the words. It's almost suffocating.

When I saw Master Mu's bloodstained body. Tattered prison clothes. And the bloody whip marks. It's so stinging. It's so eye-burning. It's heart-wrenching. Wrath. It can well be imagined. What punishment did he suffer in prison for an old man? If it weren't for the fact that she had arranged for Wind Groan to protect him. Maybe it's a cold corpse today.

Hand clenched on tabletop. Pale phalanges. How she is not angry. Not chilling.

Lord Song in the audience couldn't help but be shocked when he heard the sound. I can't sit still either. Tengdi jumped up from his chair. The heart is surging and skipping non-stop. Cold sweat trickled. Rubbed his hands. Racking my brains to figure out how to answer.

"Back to my lord. Xiaguan is also .... As a last resort. will be executed." Pondered for a long time. Timidly replied. I'm really angry. Why didn't you kill someone sooner? Now it's getting into so much trouble out.

Mo Gongyin glanced at Lord Song. A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. Grabbed the startling wood and slapped it on the table. The sound of wood is deafening. He asked in a cold voice, "Then Lord Song told me why you had to do it. It's hard to say that someone has given you any benefits. Let you kill people. The case was hastily closed. Is this right?"

One after another. Every word fell on the tip of Song Da's heart like a time bomb. It's going to explode at any moment.

Lord Song's face turned slightly pale when he heard this. Flatly denied: "How could Xia Guan do this. Adults know it too. Some murderers you don't use a little means. The murderers are smart. Very hard-mouthed. Death does not admit that he has sinned. That's why the lower officials resorted to some extreme measures."

"But didn't you just say that you didn't torture the prisoners? How is it now that it has become what you call a little bit of a trick again?" Mo Gongyin snorted coldly. His eyes were sharp and staring at Lord Song's face. Lord Song. You've really disappointed the officer. This is something that the officer will remember for you. I'll do the math for you later."

Lord Song's hand in his sleeve couldn't help but clench. The eyes are gloomy. I feel like I'm out of breath. It's like suffocating to death at any time.

Footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door. It was the master who led the thunderbolt out slowly. The people who were guarding the door got out of the way. Lei Yuan is dressed in a clean purple robe. Majestic. Stocky. There was a faint anxiety on the face of the handsome and rich man.

The master took a step forward and walked to the middle of the court. Quietly glanced at the kneeling old man on the ground. Eyes flashed. Why can't this man die? Life is really hard.

"Returning to your lordship. The miners have arrived." The master unveiled his robe and knelt down. Tell me loud.

Mo Gongyin squinted. His expression froze. looked at the middle-aged man who walked up to the master and knelt down to salute. Hearing this, he spoke in awe: "Knock on Lord Chincha. I don't know what the adults summoned the grass people to the court."

The color of the mine officer does not change. Calm and calm. Scrupulous. It seems to be very calm.

Mo Gongyin didn't call him up. Rather, deep eyes stared at him. Ying eyebrows slightly raised. asked: "Below the stage is the famous Lei Yuan in Wuyan Town."

Isn't this knowingly asked. But when did he become famous?