And so it is.

With his suggestion, I suddenly became enlightened, and my follow-up judgment was much faster.

Within a stick of incense, nearly 100 people were all judged. Those who followed Xia Leng were immediately escorted back to the nearby barracks by other soldiers, while those who remained behind were taken back to prison.

"Bring Tiger Biao up."

Finally, the main event arrived, and the people who had been waiting on the periphery for a long time were shocked.

When Hu Biao was brought up, everyone was shocked.

The lower part of his pants was stained red with blood and had dried up to a dark brown. The fat man's face was pale, as if he had shed a lot of blood. As if paralyzed, he was carried to the court by six soldiers.

Seeing his tragic condition, the people around him talked about it. They didn't know what was going on, but looking at the blood, they thought they had been beaten badly in prison. Many people guessed this stubble and applauded.

It must have been done in the summer cold. He planned to take revenge after seeing Zhaoyou's injuries last night, and if I hadn't let him spare Hu Biao's life, most of what he saw now would be his corpse.

I asked Summer Cold, "What did you do to him?" ”

Summer is cold: "Mash his chrysanthemum and castrate him again." ”

"......" is worthy of the cold summer.

The fat man lay weakly on the bed and shouted, "I didn't do it...... I didn't do it myself, I just looked at it...... They misinterpreted me...... I am innocent ......"

He still wants to exonerate himself, and even thinks that this logic is very correct.

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd of onlookers around him booed, and some of the self-prepared vegetable leaves were thrown at him.

It doesn't matter if he throws him, but some people are too poor in accuracy, and several soldiers who are pressing him have been hit. Someone almost hit me with a cabbage sum, and was stabbed with a spear by Summer's cold hand.

The martial arts of the summer cold are very good, even better than Xiao Wuhua.

"Let them stop throwing it away." Summer cold said.

Soldiers either flashed their swords or raised their spears.

There was a weapon to deter, and the people instantly stopped and quieted down.

Hu Biao still wanted to quibble, but it didn't help.

There is no need to ask him what he has done, and there is no need to hesitate.

tossed for so long, just to judge him.

I stepped forward and lowered my eyes to him: "I said that I would tear your flesh off with a knife." ”

"You're not a prefectural magistrate...... You're just a princess of the former dynasty, but Luan Chao ......" Hu Biao laughed a few times in a hoarse voice, then took a sharp breath and roared loudly, "The Luan Dynasty has perished!" The throne has been replaced, your home country is gone, and you are still showing off your power here?! Why are you? I'm a thief, aren't you? Don't you just want to overthrow the throne and ascend the throne yourself?! ”

His tone was so tough, and he deliberately raised his voice and shouted, just to shout to the people of the city.

Mo Qingyuan bowed his head and was silent after hearing this. After what I said when I was promoted, he seemed to be more assertive, but when I heard this, I still couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Mo Cheng's face was full of worry, as if he was worried that I was really said to be a thief by Hu Biao, and I was stoned to death by the people with cabbage.

Sure enough, the people began to whisper.

Indeed, just a day ago, when I was still on the wanted warrant, He Bingxian was locked in a prison car by Hu Biao again. In their eyes, this Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, who served as the secretary of the Ministry of Rites for two dynasties, did not have any majesty.

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