"Lushi, you forcibly took other people's wives and concubines and poisoned her husband during your lifetime. You harmed the public and private, and you gave and accepted bribes. After all the bad things have been done, according to the laws of the underworld, you should be infiltrated..." The judge sat on the high hall and looked at the ghosts kneeling at the bottom. , and stopped halfway. He hesitated for a moment, and reached into his sleeve with his hand.
Get up, what kind of hell should such a person be sentenced to...
Just as his hand was about to touch the manuscript hidden in his sleeve, a hand reached out and clasped his wrist firmly.
Meng Qiqi looked up along these slender hands with a guilty conscience, and as expected, she saw Sheng Jiayan's rather cold face. She stammered: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."
However, Sheng Jiayan didn't look at her again, only raised his voice and said to the hall: "Lu's crime, when you enter the volcanic hell, should be executed immediately without error."
When the ghost messenger dragged Mr. Lu down, Sheng Jiayan swept a gloomy gaze: "What happened to Cui Aiqing today? How many mistakes are you making?"
When he called Cui Aiqing, Meng Qiqi was stunned for a while before realizing that this was the name of the judge. He hurriedly pretended to be angry to cover up: "That Lu Shi was really bad just now! He did so many heinous things! The lower official is thinking about where to send him to be more relieved."
Sheng Jiayan raised his eyebrows after hearing this, and then he took it out from Meng Eqi's sleeve pocket and copied it very unsympathetically. After he opened it, he glanced over, and then looked at Meng Eqi with a few eyes. Meng Eqi felt like he was sitting in the cold, and his whole heart was cold.
"To be honest, Your Majesty, today's subordinate officer is in a poor state of mind. I implore Your Majesty to allow him to rest for half a day..."
Thirty-six strategies are the best strategy, escape first and then go!
Sheng Jiayan stared at her for a while, and finally nodded.
Meng Eqi, as if receiving an amnesty, restrained her desire to run and escape from the hall, and walked out step by step, pretending to be calm.
Standing behind Sheng Jiayan, Bai Wuchang watched the judge go out with her hips swaying gracefully, and couldn't help but nodded: "It seems that the judge is indeed ill."
Meng Eqi walked into the City of Death, and then grabbed a tree and kicked it fiercely, but in the next second, he cried out in pain.
The judge is usually a weak person, but I didn't expect to be so weak!
If the judge hadn't rushed to drink another bowl of medicine that day, she wouldn't have let her Meng Eqi exchange bodies with others again!
Meng Qiqi thought of how the judge looked at Sheng Jiayan with tears in his eyes during the morning court session this morning. His Majesty the King of Hell, who had been sitting firmly on the mountain, could not sit still, and he almost summoned him to come forward. talk.
Fortunately, General Blood River's followers carried the judge away in time, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.
If Sheng Jiayan knew that she was doing the same trick again...
Meng Eqi shuddered just thinking about it.
Anyway, the effect of this medicine will be changed back in just a few days, so let's pretend to be a good judge first, and read the code of hell tonic in the candle night!
Meng Eqi sighed and was about to turn around to leave, but when she looked back, she saw a handsome scholar and ghost not far away throwing a soul-sucking wink at her.
Meng Qiqi clenched her fists tightly, resisting the urge to hit someone. The scholar ghost followed her to the door of the judge's house. In the end, Meng Eqi couldn't bear it any longer, and Sen Han said, "If you follow me again, believe it or not, I will beat you to death, even a ghost can't do it!"
The scholar and ghost fled in fright, but Meng Eqi turned back proudly, only to see Hei Wuchang standing inside the door.
Hei Wuchang's scrutiny eyes startled her, and she hurriedly ran over: "Why are you here? Did His Majesty have any orders?"
Hei Wuchang coldly looked at her hands that were rubbing against each other because of flattery, and handed the thing in her hand to her: "Your Majesty asks you to deliver sweet-scented osmanthus cake to Madam Meng."
"I send it?! Isn't this what you usually do?" As soon as Meng Qiqi finished speaking, Hei Wuchang had already disappeared from his sight.
The aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus cake emanated from the box, Meng Eqi leaned in and sniffed, and the greedy worms in his stomach were aroused. After thinking for a while, he carried the box and walked into the room.
Hmph, whoever wants to give it to the judge, she can just enjoy it all by herself!
That night, Meng Eqi was lying in the pile of books, looking at the miscellaneous notes written by the judge with interest.
It turned out that when the judge first came to the underworld to work with Sheng Jiayan, he had a lot of unpleasantness. The judge is a priest sent by the court. He thinks that even if Sheng Jiayan's attitude towards him is not respectful, he can be kind? However, he was completely wrong. When he first took office, he was scolded by Sheng Jiayan for misjudging the ghost as hell, often with cynicism.
Meng Qiqi could imagine how Sheng Jiayan's poisonous tongue made the arrogant seven-footed man cry. Later, it became commonplace for the judge to return to court to complain when he was wronged. He was annoyed by the emperor several times and ignored him. The judge slept on the floor in front of the south gate for a while, and finally Sheng Jiayan flew to Jiuzhong, kicked the judge on the buttocks, and kicked him directly back to the underworld.
Later, the judge did not make trouble again. He worked diligently and diligently in the underworld until now, and was successfully tamed by Lord Hades.
When Meng Qiqi saw this page, she touched the obvious teardrop marks on the rice paper, and sighed that life was not easy.
Think about the judge who has endured humiliation under Sheng Jiayan for many years, what else can she bear! ? Be like a judge! Eating bitterness is the best way to be a human being... But what is the reason for the inexplicable moistness in the corners of your eyes? !
Meng Eqi reached out and picked up the last piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in the box and stuffed it into her mouth. She resisted tiredness and began to look at the book that Sheng Jiayan had pressed to the judge.
Usually this kind of book is approved by Sheng Jiayan, and then thrown to the judge to have him stamped and sent to the other divisions.
Memorizing the code is not her forte, but it's not difficult to make a poke!
Meng Eqi took out the red mud and seals on the shelf, only to feel that the red mud plate was bigger than her face.
Before she could seal a few chapters, Meng Eqi was so sleepy that she fell asleep on the table.
Day two—
Sheng Jiayan looked at the memorial in his hand uncertainly on his face, and Meng Qiqi stood at the bottom and looked down with her head and head shrinking.
The fingertips of His Majesty the King of Hell stroked the scraps of the osmanthus cake on the zigzag, as well as the mark that Meng Qiqi accidentally rolled his face in red mud and covered the zigzag when he fell asleep last night. The big red face was deeply imprinted on the document, especially the two nostril marks were the most eye-catching. Standing behind Sheng Jiayan, Bai Wuchang saw and suppressed his wild laughter.
Sheng Jiayan's mood was very calm. He asked, "Judge Cui is still unwell today?"
Meng Eqi waved his hands again and again: "No no no, today is much better."
Sheng Jiayan calmly unfolded a statement to her, and the big red face that was strikingly caught in Meng Qiqi's line of sight.
"Then how does the judge want to solve it?"
Meng Qiqi was already trembling with fear: "Xiaguan knows it's wrong, and His Majesty will do whatever you want..."
Sheng Jiayan closed the book: "This memorial is a receipt that I intend to give to the emperor. Why don't we just hand it in like this, and let the emperor go through this outline to see if you are living well."
Meng Eqi was anxious, and now it was her fault, not the judge himself. If the emperor punished, then the judge would have suffered for her. He was innocent, of course Meng Eqi would not let him take the blame for himself.
"Your Majesty! Give me one more chance, and I promise not to make mistakes again!"
Sheng Jiayan raised his eyebrows lightly, leaning on the back of the chair lazily: "Okay—" He played with the jade stone on the table: "The next soul who comes in, if you can make no mistake, I will forgive you this time. "
"Okay!" Meng Qiqi agreed immediately, "Your Majesty can take care of you!"
She made up for the Hell Code last night, Sheng Jiayan's request was too easy for her!
The two turned to the judge's hall, where Sheng Jiayan sat behind the scenes and listened to Meng Eqi's trial.
Outside the hall, two ghosts escorted a ten-year-old boy in, "Sir, the prisoner Qu He has been brought here!"
Meng Eqi looked at the boy kneeling down in the hall. He was skinny and ragged, and it could be seen that he didn't have a good life before his death, and he didn't even have any clothes to cover his body after his death.
She flipped open the page of Qu He's life and said, "Prisoner Qu He, you poisoned your biological father and caused his death, do you admit this crime?"
The boy buried his head, his voice was very calm: "Yes."
According to the convention, the ghost confesses the faults committed during his lifetime, and after the painting is escorted, the ghost can take him to the hell where he should go to serve his sentence.
But Meng Qiqi held the pen in the air and refused to write.
The book of life and death records: "Qu He, 12 years old, his father, Zhang Mou, was a gambling addict, often punching and kicking his blind wife, and finally starved her to death because she was in the way, and tried to repay the debt. The eight-year-old daughter was sold into a brothel. Qu He's resistance was useless, so he killed her father while he was drunk."
His life is summed up in a few words in the book of life and death. Meng Eqi looked up and saw that the boy's exposed arms were full of criss-cross scars. She looked at the boy's flexed fist on her knee and his straight body.
Suddenly she didn't say a word.
After a long time, Meng Eqi took a deep breath, turned to face the backstage and said, "Your Majesty, I admit the punishment, I can't sentence it."
"Why?"
Meng Qiqi put the pen down: "Because I think Qu He is innocent, his mother's tragedy and his sister's life will be buried in his father's hands, I think what he did is justifiable. So I can't The sentence, I will be punished for admitting it, but please wait until three days for His Majesty to execute the sentence."
The boy kneeling at the foot of the hall raised his head and glanced at her. The boy's eyes were clear and delicate, and his fists on his knees gradually trembled.
Sheng Jiayan didn't say anything for a long time. After a moment, he just listened to him lightly: "You are a judge now, what you are, is what you are. How to judge, you have the final say."
Meng Qiqi didn't expect him to do this, and she was overjoyed when she reacted. She hurriedly went down the steps to help Qu He up: "Although you don't need to be sentenced to hell to serve your sentence, but killing is paying for your life, you can find a way to live anywhere in the city of death. Do it, the right to serve. When the sentence is over, you will be reincarnated."
Qu He's lips moved slightly, and finally he uttered two words in a low voice: "Thank you."
Meng Eqi patted him on the shoulder soothingly and asked the ghost messenger to take the boy out.
Sheng Jiayan was sitting behind the scenes, he seemed to be in a good mood, and his fingertips rubbed the osmanthus cake scraps just scraped from the top of the folds in thought.