County jail.

Zhao Wei was still a canon a few days ago, and he was one of the few officials in Bazhong City. It is the object of envy of the people, and it is a classic history that is respected by all readers.

There are four major court officials in a county, county orders, county officials, master books, and canonical history, and all other commanders are subordinate to the military department, not together with the previous four. That is, administratively speaking, these four were all appointed by the imperial court. Under these four people, they will not enter the stream, and can only be regarded as officials, not officials.

Dian History, in charge of arrest and prison, it can be said that the boss of this prison is the master of Dian History.

It's a pity that now his territory is holding himself. And he, after digging out those silver taels from his home, was destined to no longer be Master Zhao, but Zhao Wei.

Zhao Wei was sitting on the bed in the cell at this time. The bed was covered with grass, and in this cold spring season, even if Zhao Wei was not old, he still couldn't sleep at night because it was too cold.

"Alas..."With a long sigh, Zhao Wei looked up from the very small window.

You can only see the gray sky, but nothing else.

He clearly remembered the first time he sat in the seat of the canon, the first time he came to prison.

It was also spring, and he came here in a brand new historian's uniform.

As he walked, he pointed to the tall and small windows, and said to the head of the jailers who were bent over and waiting: "The windows are high and small, not only to prevent the prisoners from escaping, but more importantly, to give the prisoners an invisible oppressive force. Make the prisoners afraid, helpless, and hopeless, so that they will be more likely to confess their crimes, do you understand?"

The people below couldn't stop nodding and saying, My Lord, Wise Adult, what the Lord said...

That day, he was very proud, after studying for so many years, he finally began to gain something.

He studied hard in the cold window, day and night, cold and summer, how many days, while fighting with himself, he looked forward to a better future.

Finally, on that day, all the hard work was reflected in reality, and all the hard work in the past became worth it.

However, he never thought that until now, everything in the past seems to be like that

The clouds of smoke are scattered in the wind. Now in prison, he has been ruined.

Maybe in the history books in the future, oh no, with his position, with the mistakes he made, he won't be able to go to the history books.

In the local chronicles, there may be his strokes. On a certain day, Zhao Wei, who served as the canon of Bazhong City, was later imprisoned and sentenced to beheading because he was accused of banditry...

"Zhao Wei, come out. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the jailer opening the door, and he looked up at the cell head who had been his subordinate. The cell boss's surname is Shi, he is in his forties, and the wind and frost of the years have left traces on his face, I don't know if it is related to the fact that he has been in the dim place of the prison for many years, anyway, his face is always not very good, a little pale, and he does not seem so healthy.

Shi Prison opened the door with a blank face, and his voice did not carry any emotion, as if this person who used to salute respectfully and shout 'Master Dianshi' every time he saw it was someone he had never known.

"Who will judge me?" Zhao Wei walked out the door, the heavy shackles in his hands making a sound as he walked.

Shi Jiaotou was silent for a moment, but still replied, "Lord Xiancheng." ”

"Hmm..." Zhao Wei nodded and walked towards the place he was extremely familiar with. Of course, there is a special place for interrogating prisoners in the prison, and that place is the most terrifying place rumored by the common people, because it is said that there are all kinds of torture instruments there, and countless frightening torture instruments surround the prisoners, and the big lord sitting opposite is interrogated, according to the size of the crime, according to the identity of the person being tried, the level of the big man opposite is also different.

The official of the canonical history, then it must be the county lord to try the case, and now the county lord is physically inconvenient, and the county lord who acts as the agent should not let it go.

The county lord was dressed in an official uniform, looking very formal, sitting upright at the top and a stool at the bottom. But in the next head, in most cases, there is no stool, and now there is, it must be brought by the county lord, and I am afraid it can be regarded as reading for the sake of former colleagues.

"Zhao Wei, how long have you been doing this?" Lord County Cheng was straight to the point and was not polite.

Zhao Wei was silent.

The county lord waited for a while, and then said: "Do you want the official to be punished? If you get stolen goods, you can't turn over, I think I worked with you in the past, and if I don't punish you, you don't want to know what to do." ”

Zhao Wei raised his eyes to look at the county Cheng, suddenly grinned, and then said, "My lord, is it really a stolen person?"

Xian Cheng frowned and looked at Zhao Wei, and found that his eyes were full of banter, as if he was a joke in front of him. The county was suddenly very unhappy, and said in a deep voice: "Zhao Wei, don't toast or eat and drink!"

"Let's make a pot of tea, just the tea we usually drink. Zhao Wei said slowly.

Shi Prison scolded and said: "Zhao Wei, Lord County Cheng is here, don't go too far!"

The county man waved his hand: "You go and make a pot of tea." ”

Shi Prison head went to make tea.

Soon, the tea was served, Zhao Wei drank a few sips, and the gesture was simply to take a nap in the afternoon in his own backyard, and after tasting the tea in a matter-of-fact manner, he said: "Is that stolen goods?" Maybe someone buried it in my backyard to harm me, I don't know where the silver came from, whose it is, and when it was buried in my yard. I didn't know at all. ”

The county man slapped the table and stood up: "Presumptuous! Zhao Wei, you still don't know how to repent when you die?"

"Sit widely, don't worry, I'm not done yet. Zhao Wei shook his head and signaled the county not to be so excited.

"What do you mean by this? Do you think you still have a chance? You can save the lives of your wife and children, even if it is the heavens, even if it is the law of our Great Song Dynasty. Lord Xiancheng sat down again, and regretted Fang Cai's gaffe in his heart, in this oppressive prison, momentum is very important. The first person to lose his temper is naturally the first to weaken his momentum. And when the county heard Zhao Wei say this, he was also shocked in his heart, Zhao Wei's words sounded like they were unreasonable at first glance, but after thinking about it carefully, if it is really more serious, it also makes sense. You send men to my house, and dig up a big stack of gold, silver, and jewels somewhere in my house, and say that this is mine, and that the bandits gave it to me. But does that have to be the case? I don't admit it? In addition to the physical evidence, what about the human witnesses? Do you have any evidence that this is mine, and is there any ironclad evidence that it was given to me by the Iron Head Gang?

Zhao Wei took a few more sips of tea, as if he was giving the county time to think.

After a while, Zhao Weicai continued: "Don't panic, adults. Xiaguan... The villain was just joking. ”