Liu Yu listened to the answers of the two temples, and he already knew it in his heart. The reason why the doctor named Feng Jishi sent the Jianghu Langzhong to the government was not as simple as stealing an ancient calligraphy and painting, but more likely that the doctors were jealous of each other, which caused them to feel dirty, and finally led one of them to decide to frame and put the other party to death.

If he is not mistaken, the calligraphy and painting is just a trap or even a pretext, and there should be a bigger secret behind the matter.

He pondered for a moment, then rushed to the officials under the stairs and ordered, "Bring that Langzhong to the hall!"

His tone was resolute, leaving no room for bargaining.

When the officials heard this, they did not dare to refuse, so they had to hurry up. Fortunately, the lobby was not far from the prison, but after a while, the charlatan had been brought to the lobby.

Lang Zhong was thin and thin, and his face was full of grief and indignation.

Liu Yu rolled up his sleeves, relaxed, leaned back in the chair, and still let Di Xin continue the trial. The look in his eyes seemed to say, "Everything depends on you, Di Gongzi!"

Di Xin was not in a hurry, and asked the name, place of origin and family history of Jianghu Langzhong standing at the foot of the steps in turn, and the questions were closely linked, and he unconsciously asked the key thing in this case, "Tell me, where are you hiding the missing ancient calligraphy and painting?"

"Wronged, my lord!" began to cry out for injustice, the first time he had been arraigned in the five years since he was imprisoned. Before that, he didn't even have a chance to defend himself.

He fell to his knees on the ground, kowtowed several times, and made a bang, which made the officials of Dali Temple standing aside be shocked.

He raised his hands high, lifted the rusty iron cuff that locked his wrists, and cried: "My lord, there are no ancient calligraphy and paintings at all! That Feng Jishi took a fancy to one of my medical books, so he wanted to take it for himself. I didn't want to give it, so he let the servants of the house lie that I was sick, tricked me into the house for treatment, took the opportunity to steal my medical book, and had people beat me up and drive me out of the house. I was so angry that I was afraid of the large number of people in his house, so I had to sneak into his yard that night to retrieve my medical book. But I didn't expect that the family in his house was already waiting for me, waiting for me there, and after seeing me enter the hospital, he tied me up and sent me to the yamen, and framed me for stealing calligraphy and paintings, in fact, I didn't steal anything, but Feng Jishi forcibly seized my medical books!"

Jianghu Langzhong looked sincere when he spoke, and tears rolled in his eyes. At the same time as he confessed, a scribe standing by the door quietly left the lobby and hurried to the outside of the palace.

Liu Yu saw it all, but pretended not to see it, and did not say anything to stop it. He saw that the grief in the rivers and lakes seemed to be from the bottom of his heart, not like a lie, and it happened that he was also a person who understood medicine, so he asked casually: "What is the name of the medical book that Feng Jishi snatched from you?"

Jianghu Langzhong wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his dirty sleeves, "Report to Lord Qingtian, that medical book is called "Medical Scripture", which was given to me by Yue Sheng, who is known as the Snow Sword in the rivers and lakes. It was also summer at that time, and I happened to be sitting in a small pavilion outside Chang'an City to enjoy the shade, and I met Yue Daxia and passed by. I saw that he was depressed and had a sad face, so I invited him into the pavilion to talk about it. It happened that an oil seller was passing by, so I paid for some sauce board duck and water and wine, and chatted with him while drinking. After a while, the two of us were drunk, and Yue Daxia began to talk to me about his life story, saying that he came from the Khitan grassland, and he was humiliated, and he was bound to do a great career in the future, so that the world's martial arts heroes were impressed. Yue Daxia said that although the Zhangjianmen to which he originally belonged was both medical and martial arts, he had nothing to do with the medical Tao, and at the same time he didn't want to see the medical Taoism of the Zhangjianmen lost, so he handed over the "Medical Scripture" in the Zhangjianmen to me, and instructed me to study hard, and in the future I will be able to become a famous doctor who is not weaker than Mr. Cui Dongyang back then. ”

"Medical scriptures. Liu Yu was shocked when he heard this, he once heard Lu Shengyan say that there are two kinds of heirlooms in the Sword Sect, one is the martial arts led by Lian Zhu Jin, and the other is the martial arts recorded in the "Medical Classic". Now that he is the head of the dignified Sword Sect, how can he allow the heirloom tokens of his sect to be lost.

He turned his head to Kamizumi Nobuchi on the side and asked, "Have you ever been to Tai Hospital?"

Kamiizumi shook his head, "I haven't been there, but I should be able to ask." ”

"How do you ask?" Liu Yu was a little interested in the way this person acted.

"Under the knife, no one dares to tell a lie. "Kamizumi Nobubuchi is also truthful, and he has no intention of concealing it.

"I don't want you to kill. Liu Yu shook his hand at him, "Just bring that Feng Jishi back for questioning." ”

"Okay!" replied Kamiizumi Nobubuchi neatly, "If I can, I'll bring you the Book of Medicine with me." ”

"It's not the Book of Medicine, it's the Book of Medicine. Liu Yu corrected with a smile, "It's best if you can bring it back." ”

There was still a bit of hesitation in his words, because he felt that things would never be so easy.

Kamizumi Nobubuchi didn't speak again, turned around and strode towards the door of the lobby, his steady pace revealing the hard, cold temperament unique to the people of Toei.

Seeing this, Di Xin ordered him to kneel down the steps and stand aside in the weeping Jianghu Lang, skip the case for the time being, and continue to review the remaining case files. Most of the facts in these files are complicated, but when he asks them, they are actually very orderly.

The two temples standing at the foot of the steps were still able to reluctantly answer at first, but slowly their faces were drenched in cold sweat, and they kept looking back at the temple, the chief bookkeeper and others behind them. All the officials have a stake, and when they see this, they have to stand up and support each other, and the questions that should have been answered by the two temples have gradually turned into gossip.

Di Xin did not care about this, and from time to time he blurted out a sentence lightly, and the officials were dumbfounded. Whenever there was any suspicion in the case, he did not hesitate to ask Liu Yu to see the prisoner in person. Liu Yu agreed with a smile and ordered the officials to bring the prisoners to the court to confront him.

Under the confronting of the evidence and the criminal, the facts of the case were quickly clear.

Di Xin was questioning the prisoner, listening to the prisoner's arguments, and his subordinates were simultaneously holding up the pen and dancing on the case file, and the verdict was rendered almost without thinking. If the prisoners who were brought before the court were indeed guilty of serious crimes, he was to be sentenced immediately and the punishment was appropriate. If the prisoner was indeed wronged, then he decided to release him on the spot. Among these long-term prisoners, there are only a few who are extremely vicious, and most of them are just like the charlatan, who were framed and have only been in prison for several years.