The moment the middle-aged man appeared in front of them, the girl's face instantly turned pale. The man was extremely angry. He leaned sideways and stretched out his hand from the gap in the cell fence, but he could not touch a corner of the elegant man's clothes. Although Gu Yanran had never met Li Xuanjing in the Li Mansion, the portrait of the enemy who killed her father had already been deeply engraved in her heart. The elegant man looked at the man imprisoned in the prison and said calmly: "In the case of Qinghe County Magistrate Gu Wenhan, all the masterminds have been brought to justice. Only the son of the guardian of the Gu family has escaped and has not been brought to justice. I have always felt regretful. The case can finally be concluded successfully today.” Looking at that figure, the girl said with grief and anger: "My father is upright and strict, and he is honest and honest. No one in Qinghe County knows how he could kidnap and traffic girls and force girls into prostitution. These are the charges you slandered against him. Mr. Li, you After doing all the bad things, shouldn’t you be afraid of being punished by God?” The elegant man looked at her, his eyes fluctuated, and then said: "Gu Yanran, the daughter of Qinghe County Magistrate Gu Wenhan, is sixteen years old. She is very talented. She can compose poems at the age of six. She is very good at calligraphy. She has Xuanzhou Known as the most talented woman, she studied under the master of calligraphy, Mrs. Wei. Her skill is better than that of others. Her hairpin hand is beautiful, elegant and elegant, and no one in Daxia can compare with her..." He paused for a moment, then spoke again: "Mrs. Wei is indeed a famous calligraphy teacher, but she never accepted any disciples in her life. When you were six years old, your father once gave one of your postscripts to Mrs. Wei for review. After that, she came to the Gu Mansion four times a month to teach you calligraphy. You thought she appreciated your calligraphy talent, but in fact it was your father who gave her three thousand taels of silver every year..." Gu Yanran said angrily: "You are talking nonsense. Master is indifferent to fame and wealth, how could he receive so much money!" After a short period of silence, a young man's voice came from the cell opposite: "Miss, this matter is true. Mrs. Wei was not as indifferent as Miss thought. She asked for three thousand taels at the beginning, and later she became even more greedy. , I want the master to give her five thousand taels every year..." Even though he hated Li Xuanjing to the core, what he said on this matter was true.
Gu Yanran was slightly stunned, her expression blank. At this time, the elegant man continued: "I have to say that although Gu Wenhan is not a good official, he is a good father. He is especially fond of your daughter. The rice paper you use to practice calligraphy is called Longwen Xuan. In Xuancheng, Huizhou, one tael of silver is worth one foot, and the ink you use is called Tongyan ink. The production is so complicated that it is rare in the world, and its value is comparable to gold..." He looked at Gu Yanran and said slowly: "He is a seventh-grade county magistrate with an annual salary of only three hundred taels, but he bought several large houses in Xuanzhou and hired a calligraphy master who could afford three to five thousand taels of silver per year for his daughter. You can afford the best paper and ink, and you can provide a luxurious life for your family of dozens of people...haven't you ever thought about where the huge amount of money you need comes from?" After hearing these words, the girl was completely stunned. Since she was born, she has lived a life of fine clothing and fine food. She has everything she wants. When she sees something she likes when she goes out, she just takes a second look and her personal maid will buy it directly. Her hands have not even touched money a few times. , I don’t know the price of the paper and ink she used, let alone how much her father’s salary is, and how much the family’s expenses are... No one had ever told her these things. The elegant man put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "You don't know, let me tell you." He looked at the girl in the cell and spoke slowly: "On the surface, he is the magistrate of Qinghe County who cares about the people like his own son. But secretly, he is corrupt and perverts the law, asking for and accepting bribes, embezzling food funds for disaster relief, and exploiting passing merchants. At the same time, he is also the largest businessman in Qinghe County." The protective umbrella of gangs, they colluded with officials and gangsters. In just three years, more than 500 women were trafficked in Qinghe County alone. After these women were abducted, they were sold to brothels in other places or to widowers in the mountains. , the sky cannot respond, the earth cannot respond..." He looked into the girl's eyes and said word by word: "The vast majority of these women couldn't bear the humiliation and committed suicide. Every piece of paper and every piece of ink you use is stained with their blood..." The girl's face turned pale and she shook her head desperately: "This is impossible, it's not like this, this is all a crime you framed him out of thin air!" She looked at the young man opposite with pleading eyes. They were the people her father trusted most. If his father had done these things, he would definitely know! She hoped that Lin Xuan would tell him personally that these were all false, and they were all stories made up by Li Xuanjing! However, the young man did not refute. He just stared at Li Xuanjing and gritted his teeth and said: "You big traitors, how do you know the suffering of an upright official? I originally wanted to be an upright official, but is it so easy to be an upright official? He is not greedy. How can he be used as a governor, as a censor, or as an official inspecting by the Ministry of Civil Affairs? If he had not been greedy, he would have been swallowed up by his superiors. " There was a trace of ridicule on his face, and he continued: "What is your identity, Li Xuanjing? You are one of the Nine Qings, and you are in charge of the Secret Intelligence Department. You are below one person, and above tens of thousands of people. Even the prime minister has to bow his head when he sees you." , But what about the master? The master is just a seventh-grade county magistrate. How can he not listen to what he says? If the master doesn’t do these things, they will find someone else to do it. By then, the master and his family will not end well. What can we do?” At this point, he showed anger on his face and said viciously: "What's more, you, Li Xuanjing, betrayed your faith and killed countless aspiring people in the same school. In recent years, you have formed a clique for personal gain, abused power and dictated the government, making the court a mess. You are also corrupt and perverted the law, murdering loyal officials. How many loyal officials died at your hands? You are the biggest traitor in Daxia. Countless benevolent and righteous people want to kill you as soon as possible. What qualifications do you have to say about my master?" The girl heard the words, and the only light left in her eyes was completely extinguished. The belief that has always supported her to this day also collapsed. Really, it turns out that what he said is true. The father she is most proud of, the one she is most proud of, turns out to be such a person.
And everything she has enjoyed since she was a child was exchanged for these innocent lives. The girl leaned against the cold wall of the cell, her expression dull, as if her soul was taken away. The elegant man shook his head, looked at the young man, and said: "You people always focus on other people's faults, but don't know how to reflect on yourself. You Gu family members are people, and the hundreds of good women who were trafficked by you are also people. They also have families. You let their families be destroyed, and I let your family be destroyed. Isn't this a fair thing?" The young man waved his hand and sneered: "Don't talk so high-soundingly. The master was just affected by your party struggle. What you did is a thousand times and ten thousand times more serious than the master's crime. You are the one who deserves to die the most!" He stared at the man in front of him and said in a deep voice: "There is reincarnation in heaven, and heaven will spare no one. You evil thief, just wait. One day, it will be your turn to be destroyed. Unfortunately, I can't see this day..." The elegant man shook his head slightly: "You are loyal to the Gu family, but unfortunately, this loyalty is used in the wrong place..." After a while, a figure slowly walked out of the county jail. In the courtyard of the county government, three people stood tremblingly. Pei Zhe's face was still normal, while Zhang Xiancheng and Wang Xianwei were pale and their backs were already soaked with cold sweat. In the end, it was the county magistrate Pei Zhe who mustered up the courage and asked carefully: "Sir Li, how should this assassin be dealt with?" The elegant man patted his sleeves and said lightly: "Let's beat him to death..." His expression was indifferent and his tone was very light, as if he was talking about something insignificant. Beat him to death... Although there were only three words, it frightened the three people present. There are only two ways to execute the death penalty in Daxia, one is hanging and the other is beheading. "Beating to death" is not within the scope of the "Daxia Law" and will definitely not pass the review of the Ministry of Justice. But these three words were said by Li Xuanjing. The death penalty review passed by the Ministry of Justice must eventually pass the final review of the Dali Temple, and a word from the Dali Temple can bypass the Ministry of Justice and directly decide a person's death. Ten years ago, when Your Majesty was still in charge of government affairs, the death row prisoners sentenced by the Dali Temple needed to be finalized by Your Majesty before they could be implemented. But Your Majesty has not been in charge of government affairs for ten years. Now, the supreme power of Daxia law is in the hands of the Dali Temple. He said that the assassin would be beaten to death, and there would be no other way to die. Not long after, at the gate of Chang'an County Court. A young man was escorted out and forcibly tied to a bench. Seeing this, the people nearby began to approach and watch. Public executions are not a rare thing in Chang'an County Court these days. They can be seen almost every day. The people are accustomed to it and regard it as a lively event. However, there are still people in the crowd who observe carefully and soon discover the difference in this execution. "Hey, isn't it caning? Why tie him to a stool?" "Maybe they are afraid that he will run around." "Then why is his mouth blocked?" "Maybe they are afraid that he will scream?"
"I don't know, it has never happened before..." ... They have seen caning many times, but never tied to a stool, and rarely have prisoners had their mouths blocked. When everyone was wondering, the canes in the hands of the two men in black were raised high, and then fell fiercely. Crack! Every time the cane fell, there was a sound of broken bones. It seemed that because of the great pain, the prisoner's body kept twisting on the stool, and he whimpered, but because of the rope, he couldn't break free. At this time, people finally understood why he was tied up and gagged. This was to beat him to death! Every cane was aimed at beating him to death. Sure enough, after only ten canes, the figure tied to the stool did not move at all. A pool of blood gushed out from under him, dripping onto the ground, quickly staining the ground red... A man in black walked up to him, sniffed his breath, then turned around and shouted, "Hey, Chang'an County Court, come out and collect the bodies and clean the ground!"