boom!
Jing Rong patted the table and stood up.
With a face full of anger, "Zuo Yao, to this day, you are still full of excuses."
"My lord, forgive me!" He raised his hands high, and threw himself on the ground again.
Trembling.
"Human life is at stake, how can there be forgiveness?" Jing Rong walked in front of him and looked down at the dog officer, with a fierce look in his eyes, "Wherever you make a mistake, you will be punished wherever you go, aren't you? Do you like to receive private money! Since it is received with both hands, it should and should be returned with both hands."
In the tone, there is killing intent.
Zuo Yao didn't understand the meaning of these words. As soon as he looked up, he saw that the horizontal stick in front of him was stepped on by Jing Rong's feet, and then rolled.
The stick was picked up and picked up by him accurately.
He weighed it a few times, "Since Mr. Zuo brought a stick, he must have wanted to take the blame, so that this king will not have to order people to find something to punish."
"My lord..."
"What? Lord Zuo is afraid?"
"no!"
Of course he was afraid, and he was trembling with fear.
Jing Rongsen sneered and threw the stick directly to Lang Bo.
Ordered!
"Fifty palms."
Lang Bo fiddled with the stick, "Don't worry, Your Highness, your subordinates will definitely have a lot of sticks."
He is the best at beating people.
Zuo Yao was pulled out by two guards, tied his whole body to a stool, raised his hands above his head, and spread his palms.
Like a salted fish on a sign!
He was sweating, looking at the stick that was about to fall with fearful eyes, his lips trembled for a while, and then he shouted at the scene in the hall, "My lord, the lower official knows it's wrong, these fifty sticks are next to each other. No way!"
Inside, Jing Rong was drinking tea leisurely.
"Boom!"
Lang Bo was not soft-hearted, and attacked extremely ruthlessly.
Hit it down one by one!
After only hitting a dozen sticks, Zuo Yao's palm was beaten with blood.
Infiltrate people.
The two guards who tied Zuo Yao watched the fun. They were all tough guys who were used to seeing bloody scenes. The blood was really nothing.
One of them said, "Guard Lang, you have to use some force! If you hit him like this, you will be fine in two days with fifty sticks. Where is the punishment?"
Another echoed, "Yeah, focus again, or you won't have a long memory."
Lang Bo glared at the two of them and stretched out his stick, "Come on, come on, come on."
"Forget it, the lord asked you to execute it, but he didn't say let me have two."
Hot potato, they are not so stupid to pick it up.
"Then are you talking too much?"
"We just said casually, Guard Lang, you fight, you fight."
So polite!
Have you ever thought about Zuo Yao's feelings
He was sweating profusely on his forehead, his lips were white, his head was on the bench, and he almost fainted. His hands had been beaten so hot, but now, he was completely unconscious.
Totally numb!
It's not that Lang Bo was useless, but he was a little smarter than those two, and knew that his prince didn't really want to smash Zuo Yao's hand, otherwise, wouldn't it be more refreshing to drag him out and cut off his hands directly? It can be seen that the prince just wanted to teach him a lesson, and he would not really want his hand.
So, he held up the stick, collected seven points of force, and hit it again.
Until I hit thirty sticks—
A voice came from the hall, "Okay."
Jing Rong came out, walked in front of Zuo Yao, and glanced coldly at his hands that were about to break.
"Lord Zuo, can you still stand it?"
Zuo Yao lay there motionless, and after a while, he raised his head, "Your Highness... Forgive your life."
"It turns out that Lord Zuo is not as tough as this king thinks."
"Xiaguan... I don't dare any more."
"Okay, then the king will spare you once."
So generous!
However, he added, "But today's lesson, you must remember it well for this king. You accept bribes, and the matter of breaking the wrong case is not over yet. If you want to make the crime lighter, you'd better cooperate with this king and investigate the matter of the disaster relief."
"Yes!"
Attitude is good!
Jing Rong motioned for the two guards to untie him and drag him off the stool, his bloody hands hanging by his side and his body hanging down.
Half dead!
But it's also a little pathetic.
"Send Master Zuo back to the yamen."
"Yes."
The guard dragged him away.
Lang Bo stepped forward and asked, "Your Highness, just let him go?"
Jing Rong: "At this time, the current situation of the imperial court is not stable, and the Ministry of Officials is playing against the king at this juncture. The fuse was originally caused by the king's dismissal of officials. If we continue to dismiss the magistrate of the imperial government. , I'm not sure, the spearhead that originally pointed at King Yi will eventually be pointed at this king, what's more, Zuo Yao has been the county magistrate of the Imperial Palace for so many years, and he knows better than anyone about the disaster relief silver, so it's not a bad thing to keep it for now."
"It turns out that the lord had already planned."
"I taught him a lesson today, and I guess it's time to learn to be good." He guessed, and then looked at Lang Bo sideways, "I asked you to check the business, how is it?"
"It's been explained, and Ziran has also checked it out. I believe there will be news soon."
"Yep."
He nodded lightly and turned back into the hall.
…
Ji Yunshu immediately ordered Shi Zijin to secretly visit Zhichun Tower because the scratches on the top corner had the smell of Chen orange.
Check it out.
When I found out, it was already the second day.
"Mr. Ji, Zhichun Building does have a lot of old oranges. In order to get rid of the odor, the women inside will prepare some in the house. Almost everyone has them, but the smell is very mild."
"Everyone has it?"
"Yep."
Ji Yunshu looked at the sky, pondering something in his heart, and took out the top corner to take a look again.
they
He muttered, "Since these three marks don't seem to be caused by human fingernails, what could it be? Girl Ye'er is a singer, so naturally it's impossible for her to have such a strong smell of Chen Jue, and neither can those girls. "
After a while, she thought of something again, and asked Shi Zijin, "Do you know, who has the most contact with Chen Ju?"
"That lame man!"
"Liangda?"
"It's him, all the girls in Zhichun Tower's Chen Ju are prepared by him."
This is...
Interesting!
At this time, Qiaoer came in.
Sighing, "I don't know what happened, another cat died."
Ji Yunshu put the top corner down and asked her, "What does it mean to have another cat die? Do cats often die here?"
"Yeah, in our county, many girls like to keep cats, but every so often they lose one. When they are found, the cat is already dead, and the appearance of death is very terrifying."
"tell me the story."
Qiao'er frowned slightly and seemed to be a little scared. She pursed her lips and said, "When those cats were found, they were all poisoned with rat poison, and their stomachs seemed to have been bitten by something, covered in blood. The intestines were dragged to the ground, and it looked very oozing."