Fan Xian took a deep breath, allowing the domineering zhenqi in his body to slowly circulate, the clothes on his body fluttered slowly, and the wishful accessories bestowed by the queen on his waist flickered. He coldly glanced at the thirteen yamen guards who were forced to come up from all around him, and he knew that today's events had deviated greatly from his plan. It's not just as simple as torture!
He took two steps forward lightly, kicked away the broken fire stick under his feet, looked coldly at the two adults in the hall who were trying to calm down, and knew that he had made the biggest mistake, that is, he had forgotten that far away A crazy woman in the Xinyang fiefdom. It's just that Han Zhiwei was involved, whether the prince was angry at what he did, or the queen knew something terrible.
It has been a long time since the Niu Lan Street murder incident. In the impression of the people in Kyoto, Fan Xian is just a civil servant with amazing poetry, but he seems to have forgotten that he is also a martial arts master.
Everyone was shocked, only heard the sound of a waist knife being unsheathed, the sound was chilling, countless sharp blades pointed at Fan Xian who was standing proudly in the hall.
The punishment stick used by the thirteenth yamen of the Ministry of Punishment is specially made, and ordinary seventh-rank masters can only howl under this stick. But who knew that the domineering zhenqi in Fan Xian's body was so violent that he didn't dodge or evade two sticks, but broke the stick from the middle!
This scene terrified all the officials of the Ministry of Justice, and only now did they remember that this seemingly weak and beautiful civil official in front of him was the strong man who once disemboweled Cheng Jushu, the eighth rank of the Northern Qi Dynasty.
More than a dozen waist knives had already been unsheathed, and above Sen Han's punishment hall, there was a Sen Han light, surrounding Fan Xian in the middle. Fan Xian took two steps forward, and the dozen or so waist knives also took two steps back in fear.
Fan Xian frowned and looked at Han Zhiwei and Guo Zheng in the hall, and said softly, "Have you considered the consequences for your nonsense?"
Han Zhiwei and Guo Zheng felt chills in their hearts, and felt that although the words of this beautiful young man in the hall were indifferent, they were actually extremely cold. Although Prime Minister Lin Ruofu's popularity in the court has been greatly reduced because of Wu Bo'an's incident, he is still the head of all officials in the Qing Dynasty. In addition to the Minister of the Household Department who grew up with His Majesty, Han Zhiwei suddenly regretted that he should not follow the nobleman's orders.
Guo Zheng was annoyed at Guo Youzhi's downfall, and because he had the eldest princess behind him, he knew that since the matter had already started, it would naturally not be able to end peacefully.
Han Zhiwei thought that the matter had come to this point, and there was no room for repentance, so he turned his heart and said coldly: "That's right, Mr. Fan, if you are willing to admit that you are involved in the Chunwei fraud case, you don't need to use torture; if you don't admit it Account, according to Qing law, the headquarters can naturally use punishment."
Fan Xian pursed his thin lips, and looked at him with a half-smile, "Fifteen deadly crimes, fifteen deadly sins..." He shook his head, sighed and said, "If there is a chance in the future, the law of celebration must be changed." .”
Who can change the law? Of course only the emperor, fortunately his words were very light, otherwise they would have fallen into the ears of others, and just based on these words, they would have killed all of his Fan family.
Han Zhiwei frowned and said, "Take this prisoner down!" As soon as the words fell, the officials of the Thirteenth Yamen surrounded him with their waist knives in their hands. There was a flurry of knives, and two of the knives were about to be placed on Fan Xian's neck, forcing It submits.
Fan Xian snorted coldly. His hands, which had been tucked into his sleeves, stretched out softly but extremely quickly as if they had been thrown out. They turned into two streams of light smoke and hit the wrists of the two close officials. Quickly withdrawing his fist and returning, he gently pushed on their chest and abdomen.
This series of actions was so fast that no one could see clearly. After a while, I heard two clicks, two pops, and two painful groans!
"Crack" means that the wrists of the two officials were broken, and the sound of "puff" means that the two waist knives were blown away by the true energy, and they were inserted obliquely upwards into the two corners of the upright and bright plaque of the Ministry of Punishment. These two knives were inserted above the red sun. , just like the sun gave birth to the two horns of the devil!
Fan Xian gently pushed the two officials between their chests and abdomen, and they flew backward miserably, fell on two chairs, smashed them to pieces, and let out two muffled groans.
Everyone was terrified, they didn't expect Fan Xian's strength to be so strong, and subconsciously took half a step back.
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Guo Zheng was not in a hurry, looked at Fan Xian in the hall with a smile, and said softly, "Beating an official servant in the hall is a more serious crime."
Han Zhiwei understood what he meant. Whether he could use torture was a trivial matter, as long as Fan Xian could be charged with the crime—the more Fan Xian refused to tie his hands, and the more fiercely he resisted, the better.
Guo Zheng looked at Fan Xian and said with a smile: "Master Fan, it's better to be more honest. Knowing that you are both civil and military, it is not difficult to escape from this hall of the Ministry of Criminal Justice. But... don't you want to be accused of rebellion, without a king or a father?" ?" He lightly tapped the chopping board with his fingers, very satisfied with the current situation, and said softly: "If Mr. Fan resists at this time, it means he has evil intentions. If he doesn't resist, he will be tortured obediently."
He added another sentence at the end: "If Mr. Fan wants to get out of the Ministry of Justice, please feel free to do so. It's just a pity... It's a pity that a generation of poets, idols in the hearts of scholars, should be provoked by such a big crime." The government is uneasy, and its reputation is shattered."
Fan Xian looked at him peacefully, and suddenly said, "Master, I was actually scared."
This is about the experience of appreciating corpses every day when he was a child. When he thought of what Guo Yushi said just now, he really had a bit of the demeanor of Zhou Xingchi in the Ninth Grade Sesame Official. The Ministry of Punishment, however, refused to be punished, so they had to drag it until those people behind them reacted, and said coldly: "It is naturally a serious crime to get out of the Ministry of Punishment, anyway, it would be good for me to chat with the two adults here. "
After saying this, he went to the side and sat on the chair, his eyes drooped slightly, and said softly: "If you want to use torture, I will naturally resist. If you don't want to use torture, I don't mind sitting here for a while, my lords , when the interrogation is over, please inform the officer so that I can go home and have porridge."
"What a daring fool!" Han Zhiwei shouted, "Get it for me!"
This is already the third time he has drunk in today's trial. There was no expression on Fan Xian's face, he patted the coffee table next to him lightly, the domineering zhenqi in his palm was released like a cloud, and immediately smashed the wooden coffee table into countless pieces!
Then he raised his eyes to look at the guards all around, and was swept away by this gentle gaze, thinking of the terrifying strength shown by this little Mr. Fan, none of the guards in the Thirteenth Yamen, who are usually shy of ghosts and spirits, dared to take a step forward !
Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, there has never been such an absurd scene in the lobby of the Ministry of Criminal Justice. It doesn't seem like something that might happen in reality, but rather like an incomprehensible drama that Fan Xian occasionally saw in his previous life—the prisoner under interrogation had a good time Sitting on the grand teacher's chair, the officials around did not dare to step forward. It happened that this prisoner refused to kill him out of the Ministry of Punishment, but others had nothing to do with him.
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In Fan Xian's life in this life, the stool under his buttocks would always express his attitude at certain wonderful moments—either angry, or ready to fight back. When he was in Danzhou, at the age of twelve, he once stepped on a small bench and beat the second housekeeper until his face was full of peach blossoms. On the day when he first entered the capital, he sat on the grand teacher's chair under the side door, suppressing the anger in his heart, and prepared to meet the gentle words of Second Aunt Niang.
Today in the hall of the Ministry of Punishment, he was still sitting in the grand master's chair, looking at these two high-ranking officials who wanted to use sticks to educate him with a calm face, and he calculated in his heart who else was behind the scenes besides the eldest princess.
Once again, the Ministry of Punishment fell into a stalemate and confrontation. Seeing Fan Xian surrounded by the thirteen yamen holding knives, Guo Yushi was not in a hurry. He knew that Fan Jian, Minister of the Household Department, and Lin Ruofu, the Prime Minister, were both held up by other matters today. Now, there is plenty of time to wait for Yang Wanli's witness to enter the hall, he said with a smile:
"Tomorrow, I will report today's matter to Your Majesty to see if you can still be so arrogant with the power of your parents. Don't think that I can't be guilty of your crime. After a while, when Yang Wanli and his witnesses arrive, Han Shangshu still wants to arrest you. If you still dare to resist at that time, don't blame the third division for asking for an order to punish you for treason."
Fan Xian said softly: "Master Guo, since the faces of both parties have been torn apart today, I have also made it clear that if Yang Wanli and the others have any problems, you can prepare for the funeral."
This was a blatant threat. Since the founding of the Qing Dynasty, Fan Xian was the first person who dared to stand in the hall of the Ministry of Punishment, relying on his status as a fifth-rank official, to threaten the current Shangshu and the imperial doctor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate!
Sensing the murderous intent in Fan Xian's plain words, Han Zhiwei's heart shuddered for no reason, the corners of his eyes twitched unluckily, and said coldly, "Fan Xian, you must know that you are an official of the court, not a man of power with a sword. Strong man, today you make a big fuss in the Ministry of Criminal Justice, I want to see how you end up."
Fan Xian said softly: "The Ministry of Punishment wanted to torture and torture. The dignified censor was not angry that Guo Shangshu resigned because of the fraud case and tried to take revenge. I don't know what kind of officials you have. Tomorrow, the Japanese officials will make a big fuss about what happened today, and spread it all over the world. Go, so as to teach the people to know what kind of faces the officials have in today's Qing Kingdom, and to teach the Holy Majesty to gain insight into who these courtiers are listening to in today's court."
"You can say whatever you want." Guo Zheng knew that with Fan Xian's current reputation, it was not impossible to accomplish this, and said quietly, "My lord Fan knows the details of the fraud, why didn't you report it to your superiors earlier, and the court investigates and deals with it." , but acted through the Overwatch Council? In short, you have committed the crime of contempt for the court, and I want to see how Fan Shangshu will explain this to the court tomorrow!"
These words were so aggressive that a murderous intent flashed across Fan Xian's delicate face. He stood up and stared coldly at the two senior officials on the stage. The officials around became tense, and aimed their sharp blades at Fan Xian's vitals.
Just when the crisis was on the verge of breaking out, Yan Ruohai's cold voice came from outside the Criminal Department: "The Overwatch Council is in charge of the work, when do you need to explain the whole thing to Yushitai?"
Fan Xian smiled, sighed and shook his head. It was a pity that the people in the courtyard came earlier.