Huang Jingshu finally found out that something was wrong with her husband, and since he came back, she has been very cold to herself, and asked hesitantly, "Did Fang Jing say something?"

Chen Lianghe looked into Huang Jingshu's eyes, "Shouldn't he say something?"

Huang Jingshu didn't know what Fang Jing said to her husband, so that he looked like he ignored him like this when he came back. That's why she asked, but her husband's answer made her not know how to take it, but if she didn't answer, she didn't know what Fang Jing said, so she could only continue to say hard, "Then what did he say?"

"Exactly the opposite of what you said! Do you think I should believe what you say, or should I believe what they checked?"

Huang Jingshu felt her husband's gaze staring at her, and her whole body became uncomfortable, he didn't believe himself anymore.

Pretending to be calm, he exclaimed, "How is this possible? They can't just make up things up or beat them up in order to punish their younger brothers! Master, you have to think of a way to save Brother Sheng, you can't let Fang Jing declare his personal vendetta, he just holds a grudge against Brother Sheng's intention to kill his nephew."

"He choreographed? Compared to you to say a few words to me easily, then he really worked too hard to make it up, in order to make it true, in order to get revenge on your brother, he went to great lengths to find evidence that your brother killed Mo Cong and the witnesses who saw him beat people at that time."

"I don't want to hear anything about Huang Qisheng in the future, if Dali Temple cuts off his head, he also deserves it."

After Chen Lianghe finished speaking, he strode out, but after just taking two steps, he turned his head to look at Huang Jingshu, "In the future, your mother's family dares to act outside under my banner again, don't blame me for being rude."

Huang Jingshu was stunned by Chen Lianghe's words, and it took a long time to go back to her yard under the maid's service.

After Chen Lianghe left from Dali Temple, he immediately connected with the people who stayed to monitor them, although Chen Lianghe did not show that he wanted to save Huang Qisheng, but he was still not at ease and kept paying attention to the movements of the Guogong Mansion, for fear that he would make another moth. But what made him strange was that until the day of the trial, he did not find any movement in the Guogong Mansion.

However, he was too happy too early, and after the yamen came, before he was about to open the hall, he heard the yamen come to report that Chen Guogong was coming.

When Chen Lianghe came, Fang Jing was relieved, and as Dali Siqing stepped forward to greet his arrival, he said, "Grandpa Guo is finally here!"

How could Chen Lianghe not understand the meaning of his words, he expected that he would still think of saving Huang Qisheng and waited for him to come.

Forget it, don't worry about him, who will let himself lose first, but he still said unforgivingly: "Since Lord Fang has been waiting, wouldn't I be sorry for Lord Fang for waiting for me if I don't come."

Fang Jing wanted to say something more, but the official robe on his body was pulled by Du Wensong, the secretary of Dali Temple, "Chen Guogong drove Dali Temple, he must have wanted to see how we asked for the people's lives." After finishing speaking, he took a step back to the side and stretched out a hand to make a gesture of invitation, "Chen Guogong, please take a seat."

Chen Lianghe took a step forward and said, "I'm just here to watch, you can judge you how you want, don't worry about me!"

Du Wensong was a kind word, and after listening to his words, he beckoned someone to carry a stool up and let him sit down.

After welcoming Chen Lianghe into the hall, Du Wensong stepped forward and asked symbolically, "Chen Guogong, can we open the hall?"

Chen Lianghe repeated what he had just said, "I said, I'm just here to watch, you can judge you how you want, don't worry about me."

After Chen Lianghe said again that he was here to watch, Du Wensong didn't delay any longer, "Okay, then we won't delay anymore, let's go to the court!" Then he walked to the middle of the lobby and sat down, and as he sat down, Fang Jing and the others also sat down in turn to prepare for the opening of the hall.

After Du Wensong sat down, he picked up the startling wood on the table and patted it and shouted, "Ascend!"

After his voice, the voice of the official also sounded immediately, and then Mo Tingyu and his wife and Mo Ziyun were brought to the hall, "Who is in the audience? What are the grievances?"

"My lord, the grass people are from Lanwan Village, Cangxi County, named Mo Tingyu, and they came to sue Huang Qisheng, the youngest son of Huang Tongzheng's family, who was killed four years ago

After my son Mo Cong died, my daughter-in-law was frightened and injured in childbirth, and my daughter-in-law followed me a month later."

After saying that, he said grief-stricken: "My lord, my son came to Beijing just to sell some mountain goods, I don't know him, and I have no grievances with him, so he killed two of our family like this, and I ask you to make decisions for us."

After Mo Tingyu finished speaking, he lay on the ground, and Song Nanzhi and Mo Ziyun also lay on the ground crying and begged the people on the stage to make decisions for them.

"Tell me more!"

In order to avenge his son, Mo Tingyu had already practiced several times in his heart, which would immediately tell him in detail about the whole process of Mo Cong's beating to death by Huang Qisheng after Du Wensong's words, starting from Mo Cong going out to Huang Qisheng and snatching his silver.

After Mo Tingyu finished speaking, Du Wensong continued to ask, "But did anyone see that your son Mo Cong was beaten to death by Huang Qisheng?"

"Yes, at that time, my son came to Beijing with his brother-in-law to sell mountain goods."

Then Li Changfeng was brought in, and after coming in, he was questioned by Du Wensong, and then Li Changfeng told him about entering Beijing with Mo Cong one by one, clearly explaining that it was Mo Cong who was killed by Huang Qisheng, and that many people saw it on the road.

After Li Changfeng's words, then there were passers-by who were found, and then Han Shuxian, Li Youdi, and Li Youcai, although the three of them did not see that it was Huang Qisheng who killed Mo Cong, but it can also be proved that Mo Cong was beaten to death, and Mo Ziyun's mother died of premature birth after being stimulated.

In addition to this, the trio proved other things.

Han Shuxian said that the pleadings that Mo Tingyu filed in Jingzhao Mansion were written by him, and what was written in the pleadings was the same as what he told today.

And Li Youdi and Li Youcai proved that Huang Qisheng led people to snatch back the silver he paid to the Mo family in the yamen, because they accompanied Mo Tingyu to the yamen to file a complaint.

After having the testimony of several people, Du Wensong asked Huang Qisheng to come in.

"Look at it, but the person in front of you killed the victim Mo Cong?"

"Yes."

"That's him!"

"That's him!"

"That's him!"

Passers-by not only recognized Huang Qisheng, but also said: "He is bad, he often buys things without giving money, and beats people when he is unhappy, we are afraid of meeting him when we go out, and we have to hide when we hear him coming."

Chen Lianghe was so angry that he squeezed the handle of the chair under him tightly.

"Huang Qisheng, can you plead guilty?" Not only did Chen Lianghe hear it with fire, but Du Wensong's voice also became a lot heavier.

Of course, he didn't admit his guilt, Huang Qisheng immediately shouted that he was wronged, "I didn't kill anyone, it's all a matter of heavy trouble, and if you want to punish someone, you should be punished."

"Then tell me who killed Mo Cong?"

Huang Qisheng thought about it and casually said a person's name, but as soon as he said it, Du Wensong's hand with the startled wood fell heavily on the table, "Bold, dare to speak in the court!"

"Come on! Give me a heavy slap on the face!"

With Du Wensong's words, the official immediately rushed forward after a mighty agreement, and slapped Huang Qisheng twice, not losing a heavy palm, but as soon as the officer's hand was taken down, a trace of bright red blood flowed from the corner of Huang Qisheng's mouth, not to mention the cheeks on both sides, and a clearly visible red palm print was imprinted on Huang Qisheng's face.

Huang Wei watched his son being beaten, how could he still bear it, and said to Du Wensong with a black face, "That's how Lord Du tried the case? Hit someone without asking? Is this a trick to be beaten?"

It is said that the official level crushes people to death, and Chen Guogong is one level older than him, the secretary of Dali Temple, so when Chen Lianghe comes to Dali Temple, he can still be polite, but for this father who is not as good as his own right and is still a suspect, he is embarrassed to raise such a son, Du Wensong sneered: "I thought that Lord Huang knew very well about Ling Gongzi killing Mo Cong, after all, the matter of killing people is not a trivial matter, it seems that I think too much, Lord Huang is a noble person who forgets things."

"It's okay, I'll remind Lord Huang that when Gongzi killed Mo Cong four years ago, he pulled out the family and came out to carry it

Isn't the name of the person you said then the same person as it is now?"

"Lord Huang, do you think this official should slap the mouth of Ling Gongzi?"

Huang Wei was dumbfounded by Du Wensong's ridicule, so he had to look at Huang Qisheng with a dark face.

Damn stupid!

The interrogation continued, and Du Wensong continued to ask Huang Qisheng, "This official will give you another chance, and you will have a chance to change your way from the actual recruitment, if you make a mistake again and again, it means that this official wants to reduce your crime, if you don't cooperate, this official can't alleviate it for you."

"I'm willing to cooperate, I'm willing to pay money to the Mo family, and I can pay them more silver, as long as you let me go, I will give them all my silver and valuable things."

"Why are you giving them this?"

Huang Qisheng was stunned when asked, and only after being stunned did he reply: "Their son's death also has something to do with me, and I should pay more money."

"What does it have to do with you?"

Du Wensong was not in a hurry at all, even if Huang Qisheng prevaricated, he could continue to ask questions, with his question, Huang Qisheng also told Mo Cong about beating Mo Cong at that time, although Huang Qisheng tried to cover up the fact that he beat people in the middle, but under Du Wensong's repeated questions, Huang Qisheng became more and more anxious, and there were more and more contradictions in his answers, but as there were more and more contradictions, more and more truths were spit out.

After questioning Huang Qisheng, he brought his little servant He Qian in for interrogation, and the little guy had already confessed under Fang Jing's interrogation, and the confession was also sent to Du Wensong when the little guy entered the lobby.

Du Wensong took the confession, "What money?"

He Qian lay on the ground and trembled and replied, "The little one is He Qian."

"Raise your head!"

He Qian knelt up straighter, and then heard Du Wensong say, "Look at the people next to you? Recognizable?"

"Back to my lord, he is the master of the villain."

"Do you remember four years ago when you and your master killed a farmer named Mo Cong?"

"Remember!"

After He Qian answered, without Du Wensong asking questions, he took the initiative to talk about the process of beating people to death at that time.

"At that time, the little one was driving a carriage to send his son home, and on the way he encountered another carriage rushing from opposite me, I wanted to give way to the side, but I didn't pay attention to the people on the road for a while, and knocked Mo Cong to the ground."

"The little one didn't mean it, I wanted to get out of the car to help me, but Childe urged me to go back quickly, so I didn't get out of the car, and I was going to drive away again."

"Later, when Mo Cong saw that we were leaving, he got up and pulled us and said that he wanted to run if he hit someone, and said that we had scratched his clothes and made us lose money before leaving."

"I'm just a subordinate, and I can't be the master, so I have to ask Childe what to do?"