"Lord Feng, according to the opinion of the lower officials, this fake jade hook was sent by Zhao Hong's son Zhao Mengde, could it be that this father and son have already conspired to confuse the real with the fake?" I could only hear Liu Qingsheng say in a low voice.

Liu Qingsheng saw that the wind made the rudder so fast. Zhao Hong forcibly suppressed his anger, kowtowed, and said: "Lord Feng, everything is done by the lower officials, and the family doesn't know anything. ”

Feng Lichuan was silent for a moment, and he was about to speak, but he heard the prince in a jade white robe say: "Zhao Hong, this king is a little curious, where did you get this fake jade hook?" Gong Xun looked at the intact jade hook in the snow water, and smiled: "No wonder it is difficult for the judicial army to distinguish the authenticity of this jade hook." This fake jade hook is also based on a thousand-layer jade body and a five-clawed golden dragon as a pattern. As far as this king knows, this thousand-feuille jade is a royal thing in the palace. ”

Zhao Hong only bowed his head to the ground, and he was silent for a long time.

Gong Xun didn't seem to care about Zhao Hong's silence, he said in a low voice: "Zhao Hong, you lost the things given by the emperor, and you want to hide from Jing Zhaoyin with the fake, this is the crime of killing the head." If you tell who is behind the scenes, this king can also read this from you, and you will be spared the crime of killing your head. ”

"The lower officials don't know what His Royal Highness said, everything is done by the lower officials." Zhao Hong muttered.

"yes, that's a pity." Gong Xun's face did not change, he still smiled slightly, "This king thinks that what Lord Liu said is not unreasonable. This fake jade hook was sent by your son, and your father and son have already conspired against it, but it is not possible. ”

This is to threaten Zhao Mengde.

Gong Yu lowered her eyes, she was still looking quietly, but there was a trace of sigh in her eyes.

Zhao Hong is the person who was brought up by King Su Gong, and the answer to this question is well known. And Zhao Hong couldn't tell this person.

When Zhao Hong heard this, his face turned even paler, and his thin hands couldn't stop trembling, he took a few deep breaths, a trace of ruthlessness crossed his eyes, and his teeth pressed against the tip of his tongue.

"His Royal Highness King Qi, what Lord Liu said is unfounded after all." Gong Yu bowed his head and said, his eyes were still as silent as water.

- Zhao Hong can't die at the moment.

Gong Xun smiled undeniably, and he said to Feng Lichuan: "In that case, Lord Feng, it's time to decide the case." Zhao Hong was dealt with according to the law. ”

"Zhao Hong, the magistrate of Li County, Ezhou, lost the things given by the emperor, and even more wanted to confuse the real with the fake, remove the official uniform, and send him to prison, waiting for the fate." Feng Lichuan said, he buckled the startled wood, and his face was indifferent.

The dark green official robe lined Zhao Hong's miserable white face, leaving a dark color. The pattern of the emu embroidered with brocade silk seemed to be swallowed up by this little bit of darkness, and there was nothing that could be done to break free from the shackles.

Zhao Mengde stood in place, as if he had lost his soul, and only looked at his father in a daze.

Hua Midie on her side gently held Zhao Mengde's hand, and she lowered her eyelids to cover the emotions in her eyes.

Gong Yu looked at Zhao Hong silently, and the heavy black veil covered her expression. In this way, part of her purpose was achieved.

Everything was as she thought. The unjust case seven years ago was difficult to convict Zhao Hong of after all, but the things given by the emperor were finally convicted of Zhao Hong, just like a fish on a chopping block, just struggling.

The official tightly held Zhao Hong and was about to be escorted down.

Li Muzhen's face changed slightly, and she saw her clutching her sleeves, as if she had made up some kind of determination, and actually said: "Lord Feng, the sentences written in the courtier's blood book are true, Zhao Hong really committed a heinous crime seven years ago. ”

Gong Yu looked at Li Muzhen, but there was no trace of a smile in her eyes, but gradually sank, like silent snow.

Feng Lichuan was silent for a moment. Zhao Hong would never admit to the crime of seven years ago. The crime involved more than just himself. Colluding with bandits and plotting officials to bully the king is a major crime of the Nine Clans, not to mention, this case involves the Criminal Department, and there is no clear evidence, so he Jingzhao Yin Mansion is by no means able to judge the case easily.

"My lord, the courtiers know that the identity of the courtiers is doubtful, and it is difficult for the adults to judge the case, in ancient times, the people sued the officials, and the people received thirty lashes to show their sincerity, and the courtiers were willing to receive these thirty lashes, in order to prove that the courtiers are the real Li Muzhen, and they are definitely not the suspicious people, I hope the lord will be gracious." Li Muzhen said in a low voice, she looked at the three-foot blood book, and finally leaned over, her hair hanging down to her forehead, and grabbed the ground with her head.

Gong Yu closed her eyes, she remembered that seven years ago, this woman was covered in wounds, the wound that snaked from her cheek to her jaw was red, and blood stained her clothes. Even if he was dying, there was a deep hatred in his dark eyes.

At that moment, Gong Yu looked at her and thought of herself seven years ago, in front of Chonghua Palace, kowtowing step by step.

Li Muzhen wanted Feng Lichuan to turn over the unjust case seven years ago at this time, just to reveal the truth to the world before Zhao Hong's death, but the time was too early after all. A trace of sigh crossed Gong Yu's eyes, and he made up his mind and then acted, if he was in a hurry, he would only damage himself.

"Lord Feng, if Li Muzhen is whipped for thirty at this moment, with the body of a woman, I am afraid that she will not be able to speak, and it will be inconvenient for the subsequent trial, so it is better to try the unjust case first." Gong Yu said in a low voice.

When Li Muzhen heard this, her expression was stained with a little sadness and guilt.

Feng Lichuan pondered for a moment, but heard Qi Wang Gongxun smile slightly: "At this moment, Zhao Hong has been imprisoned, but this woman does not hesitate to be whipped for thirty years, and still has to appeal the case from seven years ago. ”

Feng Lichuan looked at Li Muzhen, and he asked lightly: "Li, you sued Zhao Hong for his evil deeds seven years ago, can anyone testify to it?" ”

"Lord Hui, what the courtiers said, the old man who sold tea in Shengjing West Lane saw it with his own eyes, he was the one who survived the bandit rebellion in Lixian County seven years ago, and then went to Shengjing to sell tea for a living." Li Muzhen said.

"Xuan." Feng Lichuan was silent for a moment, and he whispered to the servant, "Check if this person's origin is as Li said." ”

There was silence in Jing Zhao Yin's mansion.

I saw a servant hurrying over, and his face was unconcealable panic.

Gong Yu flicked his sleeves and sighed.

I only heard the official say in a trembling voice: "Lord Hui, the old man in the tea in the West Lane actually died of illness today." ”

When Li Muzhen heard this, she only felt that her hands and feet were cold, and the hand that had been holding her sleeves seemed to be weak, and it fell down, and the decisive meaning in her eyes gradually dispersed because of this word.

The style of the Criminal Department has always been so swift and ruthless. Under the black veil, Gong Yu no longer looked at Li Muzhen, she only lowered her eyes and smoothed the folds of her sleeves.

——The case of Lixian County seven years ago is finally difficult to conclude in this court.

Feng Li pondered for a moment, and finally said in a low voice: "Since this is the case, let's take Zhao Hong down." ”

The official detained Zhao Hong and dragged Zhao Hong down the steps.

Zhao Mengde looked at his father, his expression was full of mourning, "No, father-"

Zhao Hong raised his head, the white hair on his sideburns fell a little, and he only smiled gently at Zhao Mengde.