On a sunny day, the crowds outside are full of people crowding outside the lobby. Because of the threshold, the lobby can only show half of the colorfulness, and further forward is the place where the sun can’t get the sun. The yamen on both sides shouted to the hall, In front are the big figures, Shangshu Feng Ying of the Criminal Ministry and Qing Ling Yiqu of Dali Temple, next to them are Pang Cheng and others, and below are the small officials like Clerk and Tengbao.
In fact, as a censer, Tengbao could not participate, but Shangfeng Pang said, "You have friendship with Yuan Chonghuan, this time you have committed the crime, so you can get acquitted, and make a good record of your confession."
Hearing this, Tengbao could only smile bitterly. When did Tengbao have a "criminal charge" again? Well, you just say it.
When thinking of this, Tengbao was holding his pen, and there was a white confession in front of him. The bustling crowd outside, there was a wave of hustle and bustle. Facing the hustle and bustle, I heard someone shouting: "Qin offend Yuan Chonghuan." Mentioned."
These words made Tengbao tremble, and lowered his head lower. In fact, he didn't need to hide too hard. The clerks in the front row and the line of Jinyiwei and Yamen on the left were enough to hide his figure in the sea of people. The middle hall is so big, Yuan Chonghuan is so far away, he can't see Tengbao, Tengbao... You should not see him.
When thinking of the three words "can't see", Tengbao's heart was filled with layers of guilt, but this is not to blame Tengbao, if it is a normal interrogation, it would be okay, but I just saw it in the pantry. The scenes of Luo Yangxing made Tengbao...
Well, Tengbao is such a cowardly and incompetent person, an ordinary person who lives in this troubled time.
"Hey, Yuan Chonghuan."
At this moment, a shocking sound awakened Tengbao. He was in a daze. The interrogation had already begun. It was the voice of Feng Ying, the secretary of the Criminal Ministry, who was berating Yuan Chonghuan, who was kneeling in the nave: "Yuan Chonghuan, are you convicted?"
With this shout, the hustle and bustle of the sky gradually calmed down. Everyone held their breath and looked at Yuan Chonghuan in the middle hall—you know, in everyone’s eyes, this was the initiator of the catastrophe that just passed, because He, many wives outside the city are scattered because of him. They have experienced a catastrophe that almost subjugated their country. Now that everything subsides, their hatred needs to be vented, and their pain needs to be compensated, and the person kneeling in the middle hall is exactly The gaps they need.
"What's the crime?"
Yuan Chonghuan’s voice was very calm, even a little lazy. Tengbao was recording their conversation while peering at the Luo Yangxing above, wondering if this was the beginning, could Tengbao point to something and leave quickly
Just thinking about it, Feng Ying spoke again, snorted, and said one by one: "It's not easy. Your crime is treason!"
"Conspiracy!"
When these two words were exported, everyone was in an uproar. They looked at each other, their faces were different, and they were whispering. In fact, in everyone's heart, most people blame Yuan Chonghuan for being incompetent, but the two words of conspiracy are a bit too much. .
"Conspiracy?"
When Yuan Chonghuan heard these two words, he was startled and suddenly laughed loudly: "Master Feng, are you mad? If Yuan really wanted to seek rebellion, how could he kneel in front of you? At the time of the siege of Tarzi, Yuan had to take the army to join Huangtaiji. According to Huangtaiji's temperament to treat the Han people, he immediately did not lose the treatment of being a leader. How could it be possible to seek rebellion?"
This really makes sense, and there was a lot of discussion inside and outside the lobby.
"That's right." Several clerks next to Tengbao whispered: "Although Yuan Chonghuan is arrogant, he is not conspiring to rebel. If it is true, where can I wait to sit here?"
"Yes, Master Shang Shu asked, but he is stupid. Yuan Chonghuan has a lot of charges, but he can't be charged with the charges of conspiracy."
"Yes, yes."
These words finally reached Feng Ying's ears. Feng Ying seemed a little embarrassed, stroking her beard, her face was red, as if ashamed, but also like anger, she slapped the gavel and shouted angrily. "You were arrested and imprisoned, then the ancestor Dashou took the Liaoning iron cavalry and ran away. What is this is not treason? I just want to ask, is the Liaoning iron cavalry belonged to the court or your Yuan family, don’t tell me, it It's actually Yuan Jiajun!"
There was some truth to this. The discussion in the middle hall soon subsided. Everyone stared at Yuan Chonghuan on his knees in the lobby, trying to see how he rebutted. Together with Tengbao, he also plucked up the courage to peek Yuan Chonghuan from the crowd.
On the back of the sun, Yuan Chonghuan was kneeling in a white prison shirt. The prison shirt was clean and tidy, but it was not seen for a long time, and the people became a lot more haggard. Because the skin was not exposed to the sun, it was also white, revealing his original face, and his facial features were down. Fortunately, it's just that the person is too skinny, and he is as stubborn as a stick. He has only one pair of eyes without losing his spirit. The heroic spirit is still bright. He seems to have seen Tengbao and poked his mouth at Tengbao. So scared, he lowered his head quickly, as if afraid of seeing the light in his eyes.
"This is called treason?"
Yuan Chonghuan laughed and looked back at the people outside, because Yuan Chonghuan was really a celebrity. The gate of Dali Temple was crowded with a group of people, scholars, woodcutters, traders, and women. It was a sunny day outside the door. The sun came in outside, and everyone’s faces were reflected, contemptuous, curious, angry, many, many...
Conspiracy...
Yuan Chonghuan turned around, and a hint of sarcasm gradually appeared on his face: "What is treason?"
"The emperor is the father of the emperor. The so-called emperor wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die. If you are arrested, your subordinates will rebel. This is not treason. What is it?" Feng Ying snorted and slapped. Gave the gavel.
After hearing this, everyone nodded and said yes.
Yuan Chonghuan didn’t say much, but when the discussion subsided, he said loudly, “Zu Dashou didn’t listen to the dispatch. It was really wrong for him. But he chose to leave. It was not a rebellion. He didn’t take refuge in Huang Taiji. Come to rebel?"
Feng Ying's face blushed with this choking, and he snorted, and was about to speak again. Suddenly, Ling Yiqu, Qingling from the Dali Temple next to him, said: "Yuan Chonghuan, don't worry about it. We have a basis for rebelling against this. , Here, bring up his grain officer."
Grain officer
Hearing this, Tengbao was also shocked, put down his brush, looked up, and saw that he would bring a man with him. He was about forty years old, thin and thin, with two beards and mouse eyes. He whispered, he looked shrewd. He was wearing a prison suit, but he was also clean and tidy. He walked to the front of the hall and knelt down and said, "Zhang Yicheng pays homage to the adults."
"Are you the grain officer of Liaoning Iron Horse?" Ling Yiqu asked.
"It's the little one." Zhang Yicheng said this, and began to kowtow desperately; "Small damn, please atone for your sins, adults, little damn."
"Zhang Yicheng, where did your crime come from?" Feng Ying was robbed of face by Ling Yiqu, and at this moment, she slapped the gavel.
Zhang Yicheng shuddered, looked up at Yuan Chonghuan who was kneeling in front of him, swallowed hard, and whispered: "Small... The little one follows Master Yuan, oh, no, Yuan Chonghuan has done a lot of evil, so he deserves death. "
When these words were spoken, several clerks next to me looked at each other and all shook their heads and smiled.
This remark also caused laughter among the people. Zhang Yicheng saw that he had said the wrong thing, and kept kowtowing and saying: "Small damn, little damn."
"Where are you going to die?" Seeing Zhang Yicheng's ambiguity, Feng Ying frowned and said: "Quickly confess your crimes against Yuan Chonghuan."
When Zhang Yicheng heard the word "conspiracy", he shuddered suddenly and shook his hands: "Conspiracy, no, my lord, how dare I conspiracy."
In the Ming Dynasty, conspiracy was a major crime of confiscation and annihilation. Basically, it was meant to punish the nine clans. There was absolutely no reason for luck. Zhang Yicheng knew how severe this crime was, and he was so scared that he shook his head and said, "No, I'm wronged, my lord, everything. It's all Yuan Chenghuan's sins, and the small ones are just coercive."
Feng Ying sneered when she heard this, and was about to speak, when she suddenly heard Luo Yangxing yin and yang speaking strangely: "Master Feng, you can't interrogate like this."
Feng Ying, as the official secretary of the Criminal Ministry, guarded so many people, repeatedly refuted by Ling Yiqu and Luo Yang, was a little bit unable to come to Taiwan, frowning and said: "Why not?"
"To treat such a cunning rebel, how can you do it if you don't give it a good look?" Luo Yangxing played with his sleeves and snarled at the Jinyiwei next to him. Several Jinyiwei seemed to be prepared, and immediately rushed to Zhang Tiancheng. Surrounded.
At this time, the crowd outside the hall saw that they were to be tortured, and suddenly became a sensation.
Zhang Tiancheng was trembling with fright, and kowtow desperately: "Forgive me, my lord, forgive me." However, if he wants him to admit "treason", he really dare not. After all, this thing belongs to the Jiu Clan, so he can only keep going beg for mercy.
But Jin Yiwei had a good farewell long ago. Then let him talk a lot, and quickly took off his coat. A Jin Yiwei held an iron brush and went up with a slap. Zhang Tiancheng let out a howl of pain. Jin Yiwei saw that he was soft-tempered. Lest he fainted, he stopped after a kick, "dangdang" stepped back two steps, watching Zhang Tiancheng howling in pain, but apparently not fainting, raised his head and glanced at Luo Yangxing.
People like Luo Yangxing specialize in torture, and are very familiar with the prisoner’s tragic reaction. Seeing Zhang Tiancheng screaming again and again, but his face didn’t change much, he laughed slyly and made a nuisance. Jin Yiwei behind him nodded and held it. Post the brush again.
"what-"
Because of his full strength this time, Zhang Tiancheng couldn't stand it anymore and screamed frantically, "No, forgive me."
Luo Yangxing stared at Zhang Tiancheng's body, snorted, and waved his hand: "Hurry up."
After hearing Shangfeng’s order, Jin Yiwei behind him didn’t care about anything. He stepped forward, and then again... Soon the flesh behind Zhang Tiancheng turned out, and the layers were full of blood. This Tiancheng courage is small, but However, his body was honed in a war environment and was very strong, so he was tortured and screamed, but he did not faint.
"Come again." Luo Yangxing saw everyone holding their breath and looking at the prisoner. However, the prisoner did not faint and did not confess. He was a little bit ashamed. He simply stood up, walked down from above, grabbed the Jinyiwei's iron brush, and personally applied it. Before, when you are crazy, brush it up, once, twice, three times, four times...
Zhang Tiancheng was an iron-bone steel bar, and he couldn't withstand such a brush. Layers of skin on his back were immediately rolled up by the iron brush, his shoulder blades were exposed, and the person screamed and fainted.
The people outside the hall were watching the excitement. At this time, seeing such a bloody scene, they were excited and frightened, their eyes widened, and they watched all this with their breath.
Jin Yiwei saw that someone was fainted, and hurried over to pour a basin of water. Zhang Tiancheng woke up leisurely, muttering: "Forgive me, my lord." However, before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt pain in his back. "Ah— "With a scream, it turns out that the water behind is nothing else, but chili water. The flesh and blood mixed with chili water, it hurts and itchy, life is better than death.
"Spare, spare."
This time, Zhang Tiancheng finally couldn't help it anymore, and rolled on the ground in pain, screaming as he rolled, and everyone saw his situation, their faces couldn't help but feel sorry.