Pei Tan's words made several people in Dali Temple stand in the deserted cemetery, and no one dared to speak out, only the cold wind blowing from the cemetery entered the bone marrow.

"My lord, if this is true, isn't it?" The attendant's eyes were shocked.

If it is true, it means that Zong Huo, who was supposed to be executed before, not only did not die, but was also dropped by an unknown corpse.

Death row prisoners are dying, which is a sensational thing in Chang'an and even in Datang.

And the case of Zonghuo's death caused by the horse was personally tried by Pei Tan after he served as the secretary of Dali Temple on the first day, and the final capital crime should be said to be impossible to convict without the pressure of Pei Tan and Pei's family.

But that's it, Pei Tan supervised the case single-handedly and personally pushed Zong Huo to the guillotine, and after the execution, there was such a change!?

Pei Tan slowly pinched the silk cloth in his palm, and coldly ordered: "Bring the body back to Dali Temple, and find a person for an inquest first." ”

It stands to reason that the person who was executed in the palace will also be verified by the imperial doctor in the palace after death, and will be buried, if the body is fake, it means that the imperial doctor who performed the autopsy was also bought.

"Did anyone notice when we came?" Pei Tan asked the attendant beside him.

The attendant looked serious: "We set off from the main gate of Dali Temple, and we ...... along the way I'm afraid it's hard not to be seen. ”

The conversation between the two has led to the point, if the identity of the corpse is fake, it means that someone in Chang'an City has long been planning all this, so Pei Tan came to the palace cemetery from Dali Temple, naturally it should not be known by anyone with a heart.

However, it is now impossible for Pei Tan to hide his whereabouts.

"Let's bring the body back first." Pei Tan gave the order.

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"If all of this is true, then it's more likely that someone is behind it?" In the carriage, the attendant Pei Xian couldn't help but look at his own adult.

Pei Tan's eyes were cold: "Of course, the person who doesn't want Zong Huo to die is the most." ”

Zong Huo is a tyrannical gentleman, if you want to talk about Chang'an City, there are definitely more people who want him to die early than people who don't want him to die, and the only one who says that someone will not want him to die, I'm afraid there is only ...... The father of this gentleman, the Lord of the Ministry of War, Zong Chuke himself.

Zong Chuke is over the age of old, old and has a son, and he has reached the point of being extremely favored by Zong Huo, even if Zong Huo kills someone in Chang'an City, in Zong Chuke's opinion, it is important to save his son's life.

"Zong Chuke has been to our master many times to make trouble, until his son was executed outside the noon gate, he suddenly stayed at home and did not come out." The attendant Pei Xian couldn't help but say, "If he really dares to do something to replace him with someone else in order to save his son, wouldn't it be a great crime to deliberately resist the order." ”

Pei Tan had no words. The master of the Pei family is Master Pei Dongsu Pei, who served as the captain of the two dynasties. is also Pei Tan's father.

For those who love their son like their life, what is it to resist the decree, if they can, Zong Chuke is afraid that he will exchange everything for Zong Huo's life.

The tattoo of human skin has now become the most important thing.

As soon as Pei Tan arrived at Dali Temple, he immediately called him over.

And when he saw the tattoo that Pei Tan took out, his face changed.

Pei Tanping retired from everyone, leaving only his cronies Pei Xian, and the three of them were in the foyer.

"My lord, that tattoo is indeed not owned by ordinary people, there was a group of criminal slaves who fled from the north and committed crimes, and after arriving in Chang'an, they were adopted by Honglu Temple as slaves to various famous families in Chang'an at that time." He finally said slowly.

That is, their identity is indeed slavery.

Pei Tan paused for a long time and said, "So you recognize that tattoo?" ”

He said solemnly: "Lord Qiyu, when Honglu Temple assigned this group of fugitive slaves, in order to prevent them from escaping again and bringing potential danger to Chang'an, they were tattooed with different marks, that is, the unique marks of the master they served. ”

It's like a family crest on a carriage, representing different forces.

Pei Tan stared at the tattoo shape, if this is a family crest, then it must not be a famous family in Chang'an, because anyone who has entered the family crest of the seven clans and five surnames, Pei Tan can recognize it.

At this time, he said: "My lord, I still remember the Dadu Protectorate five years ago, the Jing family. ”

Pei Tan's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at the work.

He said: "The mark on this corpse is the one of the Jing family back then. ”

Jing Jia...... Pei Tan searched for those traces of the past in his memory, and the Dadu Hufu was one of the second-grade clans in Chang'an, which was not prosperous, but it was also a famous family.

"Although the Jing family is not a prosperous family, the Jing Zheren who served as the protector of the capital back then was born as a scholar in the imperial examination, and he was also highly valued by His Majesty back then."

Those who can enter the ranks from the imperial examination are at least the talents recognized by today's saints, and Jing Zheren must have been very relied on when he could become a second-grade official. But no matter how much he was relied on, Jing Zheren later ended up losing his official position and being exiled because he offended the people of Wei Hou's party.

Buyi was born, but he is still too fragile.

For example, if he also offended the Wei family, the Liu family could stand tall, but it was just a few months of punishment, and he didn't even move his muscles and bones, so naturally because the Liu family had a strong foundation and was not afraid at all.

But if it falls on the head of the Jing family, it will be a disaster to destroy the door.

Pei Tan can still remember the original incident, and it is precisely because he remembers that he feels that today's events are really not simple.

The Jing people who have been exiled, will anyone still stay in Chang'an?

"At the beginning, was everyone in the Jing family exiled to the Cold Tower, was there an exception?" Pei Tan asked.

Generally, there will be no one left in the family who is sentenced to exile, but it is hard to guarantee that there will be an exception.

At this time, he said, "My lord, there is indeed an exception. ”

Pei Tan stared at the work.

"At that time, Jing Zheren had an only daughter, who was just ten years old, and because she was young, she was favored by the executioner at that time and sent to the palace."

Sending a woman with the right posture to the palace is indeed a trend at that time and even now.

"So this daughter is ...... now Is it still in the palace? Pei Tan asked,

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Jing Wan'er was a little restless all afternoon, which was a bit like the night when she first had a premonition that something would happen to the Jing family. This kind of uneasiness came inexplicably, making her unbearable.

That piece of human skin, the little palace maid has naturally given it away.

The human skin she had cut off from her corpse.

Of course, her strange appearance soon fell into the eyes of the group of palace maids who wanted to find her everywhere and see her make mistakes.

"I really want to give that slut a little color." A little palace maid gritted her teeth and said.

Qiao'er, who is a sworn enemy with Jing Wan'er, of course, hates it even more, "If Shang Gong can throw her into Taihu Lake to feed the fish like Ying'er did before the execution, it will be called revenge." ”

But that's impossible, they hate Jing Wan'er, and at the same time they are afraid in their hearts.

I'm afraid that if Jing Wan'er dies, who among them will be pulled out to dispose of those stinking rotting corpses.

Jing Wan'er saw the group of ill-intentioned palace maids, hooked her lips, walked forward, and saw a palace maid secretly stretching out her feet and trying to trip her.

Jing Wan'er deliberately stepped on it fiercely, looking at the palace maid's scream, but she could only stare at her fiercely.

In this cannibalistic palace, only if you are ruthless than others, can you live longer.

Jing Wan'er walked past the palace maids without squinting, in the past five years, one disobedient palace maid after another has died in the miscellaneous room, and the corpses were all disposed of by her Jing Wan'er. This brought the biggest fear to this group of palace maids, that is, everyone here could die, but she Jing Wan'er would not.

This fear is enough to dominate everyone in the handyman room.

"You've never let Hongu down." Shang Gong, whose face was covered with folds, stared at Jing Wan'er's delicate face.

Jing Wan'er looked at Cui Shanggong.

Every time Cui Shanggong called her, there was no time when she was fine.

"Hongu heard a rumor." Cui Shanggong narrowed his old eyes.

Jing Wan'er stood still, Cui Shanggong was not the kind of person who had nothing to gossip.

Cui Shanggong looked at her: "Yes, Your Majesty seems to be interested in ...... recently." It is necessary to retry Jing's case back then. ”

This sentence was about a bit like a drum, hammering into Jing Wan'er's ears.

Jing Wan'er also used a lot of perseverance to keep herself standing there.

But Cui Shanggong's shrewd eyes had already swept over Jing Wan'er's face until he couldn't see anything: "Are you ...... Not happy at all? ”

There are very few lucky people who can be retried after being raided, most of them are not old and die in the cold tower, and even future generations have to be enslaved for generations.

And if the Jing family really starts to bump into great luck, then it means that today's Jing Wan'er is an unknown corpse maid in the palace, lowly and oppressed, but she can become any delicate daughter in this Chang'an attic tomorrow.

Any woman who has entered this palace will not dare to dream of such a good thing in her dreams.

Jing Wan'er raised a pair of sinister eyebrows at this time and looked at Cui Shanggong: "There are many idle and boring rumors in the palace every day, why should Shanggong go to my heart." ”

Seeing Jing Wan'er, who was so "pampered and not shocked", Cui Shanggong's eyes turned like a fox and showed cunning: "Jing Wan'er, this palace doesn't believe that you will really take this sentence as an ordinary rumor in the palace, you have been very peaceful in the palace for five years, but just as this palace doesn't believe it, this palace doesn't believe that your heart is really as docile and obedient as it seems." ”

At this time, Jing Wan'er hung her head slightly, and she really looked as if she was harmless to humans and animals.

But Cui Shanggong looked at her with a look that obviously did not carry trust.

Jing Wan'er raised her head slowly, and the expression in her eyes was a little indistinguishable: "The slave maid understands what Lord Shanggong means, and she also understands Lord Shanggong...... Why do you say this to the slave and maid? Not to mention that the Jing family is a nameless surname that does not enter the Seven Sects of Chang'an, can His Majesty still remember such a family, and even if he does, will he retry the case because of a broken door like the Jing family, which has no family strength. Even if all of the above is true, after the case is retried, can the Jing family overturn the case, or indeed after the case is overturned, the exiled Jing family will be pardoned, all this ...... What does it have to do with slaves? ”

Cui Shanggong's eyes narrowed deeper: "...... After the retrial, you will be the daughter of the Jing family. ”

Jing Wan'er stood quietly in the hall for a long time: "After the retrial, the slave and maid will be a corpse buried in the palace."