After he got the poison, he personally found a dog to test it on.
Absolutely no problem.
Liu Jian felt that there must be something fishy in Ningping, so he turned around and called his attendants, adjusted the sedan chair and headed to the Yamen.
I hurried over and after asking around, I found out that Ning Ping was over there in the prison.
He turned around and rushed over immediately.
As soon as I arrived at the door, I found a few unfamiliar guards here.
Immediately his heart dropped, who are these people
When he walked over, the guards stopped him.
Immediately, Liu Jian felt very angry, but he still had some eyesight after so many years in officialdom.
The power coming from these people made him feel a little familiar.
So he said as gently as possible: "I am Liu Tongzhi here. Brothers, look at Yan Sheng. Who are you?"
"They were sent here by His Highness King Rui."
Wen Qingzhu answered him in Ning Ping's voice.
Liu Jian immediately raised his head and looked inside, his pupils instantly tightened.
How can it be!
Ning Ping actually stood in front of him intact!
Wen Qingzhu raised his hand and asked the guards to get out of the way: "Let Master Liu come in."
The guards at the door relaxed their grip and got out of the way.
Liu Jian was in disbelief, but he quickly calmed down and walked in leisurely.
Wen Qingzhu turned around and headed towards the work room.
Liu Jian followed her and kept observing her.
But no matter how hard I looked, I couldn't see any flaws.
Until Wen Qingzhu opened the curtain, he saw a corpse in front of him whose intestines had been disemboweled. A masked man was holding up a section of intestines, which was still stained with blood. He looked at it carefully under the light.
Seeing this at first glance, Liu Jian's stomach immediately turned.
One of them couldn't hold it back, bent over and vomited, grunted a few times, and vomited out everything he had eaten.
The sour smell began to spread.
Wen Qingzhu ordered the jailer: "Bring Mr. Liu down quickly."
"Yes, yes, yes!" The two jailers at the door quickly came forward and helped Liu Jian, who was weak, to leave.
The surrounding area suddenly became quiet.
Xi'er walked out of the shadows and called another jailer to clean up the dirty areas Liu Jian had made.
After a while, there was no one else in the room.
The man in front of him put his intestines away and turned around to wash his hands.
Then he took off the mask, revealing a delicate face.
This man is none other than Sun Junming, whom he hasn’t seen for a long time.
He pointed at the corpse on the table and said: "Sir, this poison is completely different from what I have seen before. I just checked carefully and found that this poison will not damage human internal organs, muscles, bones, etc. There is no problem. , I suspect it may be acting on the meridians.”
"Then is there anything you can do?" Wen Qingzhu naturally hopes to remove Ning Ping's poison as soon as possible.
In a few days, there will probably be more and more victims in Cannes.
It is still unknown when Jiang Yuanhan will come back here.
"I'll take another look. Sir, you can try to prescribe some medicine to repair the meridians. It might be useful." Sun Junming gave a suggestion.
Wen Qingzhu nodded, looked at the six corpses parked here and asked, "Are the causes of death of these six corpses all the same?"
"No, having a corpse is different." Sun Junming walked several steps in and finally stopped in front of a female corpse.
After uncovering the white cloth, Wen Qingzhu saw that the corpse in front of him was that of the peasant woman Wang, who was also the first person to die.
"What's wrong with her?" Wen Qingzhu walked over, and naturally the body of the peasant woman Wang was dissected.
Sun Junming pointed to the meridians on the heart of the corpse and said: "Her meridians here are different from others."
He pointed at the other five people: "Their meridians are all purple-red, but this Wang's meridians are cyan, and the meridians of normal corpses are also cyan."
Sun Junming put forward a guess: "I don't think this Wang died of this kind of poison."
"Really?" Wen Qingzhu's eyes became serious.
If you say so, then it is necessary to meet Zhu Dayi tomorrow.
Early the next morning, Wen Qingzhu was ready early.
Before the people sent out brought Zhu Dayi back, the drums of grievance started ringing at the yamen gate.
After waiting for a while, someone came over to report that there were new victims in the city, robbing and hurting people wantonly.
"Sir, would you like to go to court now?"
Wen Qingzhu laughed: "Of course."
Two quarters of an hour later, accompanied by a burst of mighty shouts, Wen Qingzhu put on the prefect's official attire and sat in the lobby.
For a moment, everything was quiet.
There was a couple kneeling down the hall. The woman's face was injured and she was still wearing a men's shirt.
The man took off his shirt, kowtowed heavily, and said to Wen Qingzhu: "Sir, please make the decision for us!"
"Say." Wen Qingzhu nodded.
Seeing her reaction, the man was stunned, but he quickly spoke: "Sir, Cao Min runs a bun shop, a small business. Yesterday, the group of new beggars who came to the city robbed all the buns from Cao Min's shop. Today they brought more people over. I was worried that the common people couldn't bear it, so I ran out. Unexpectedly, these beasts pounced directly on the common people's wives, trying to-"
At this point, the man stopped suddenly and gritted his teeth in anger.
"Intentionally evil?" Wen Qingzhu added something for him.
"Yes!" The man lowered his head, hugged his wife and knelt down together, "Please let the common people make the decision!"
Wen Qingzhu turned to look at the guard leader: "You take the government officials and arrest all the new beggars who enter the city."
"yes!"
Eight armored guards and a group of government officials set off immediately.
The man was stunned. The woman was a little scared at first, but after hearing Wen Qingzhu's words, she was no longer scared at all.
In less than half an hour, the guard leader came back with thirty-eight beggars.
These people tied their hands with hemp ropes and put rags in their mouths, and were brought to the court one by one.
"Kneel down!" The guard leader kicked the first man in the crook of his knee, forcing him to kneel down.
The people behind him suddenly knelt down.
Wen Qingzhu asked the man again: "But these people?"
The man turned around to identify them one by one and nodded desperately: "It's them! The neighbors have all seen it!"
"That's good! Bring witnesses and evidence!" Wen Qingzhu continued to order.
The arrester presented physical evidence, including wooden sticks and iron pieces used to smash and injure people, as well as broken silver and copper coins taken from the bun shop, as well as some uneaten buns.
In addition, the bosses and assistants from the left and right sides of the bun shop all came up to give their testimonies.
After cross-certification, everything was recorded.
Wen Qingzhu then asked someone to take away the first beggar's rag and asked him, "Can you plead guilty?"
"I don't accept it!" the beggar shouted angrily.
Wen Qingzhu smiled: "Why are you dissatisfied?"
"Why do we, the outsiders, have to suffer from hunger, while you city dwellers want to enjoy the delicious food! We just robbed a few steamed buns! You actually want to arrest us!"
The beggar roared angrily and glared at Wen Qingzhu fiercely, as if he was not afraid of death.
Wen Qingzhu became serious: "Now I am asking you, can you plead guilty to robbing the bun shop and injuring the old man and his wife?"
"Why should I plead guilty! If we didn't have enough to eat! How could we rob someone? How could we hurt people!" The beggar's voice became louder and louder as he spoke, and he was so indignant that he wanted others to plead guilty.
Wen Qingzhu looked at him coldly: "There are beggars in the city, and they don't have enough to eat! They didn't rob or hurt anyone! You don't hurt the people who make you hungry, but you come to hurt innocent people?"
"I-" The beggar was speechless for a moment, how could this happen
But soon, he adjusted again and cursed: "You dog officials! You will never know the pain of not having enough to eat! How can you care about the life and death of our people! Such heavy snow! It crushed the house and conquered the city." Such a heavy tax and not enough food to eat. If you go to the city, you will only be kicked out... "
The beggar shed tears as he spoke.
"Who kicked you out? Where did it snow heavily? Where were the houses crushed? How much are your taxes? Where are you from?"
Wen Qingzhu asked a series of questions, causing the beggar's cry to stop abruptly.
He raised his head in confusion and looked at Wen Qingzhu in disbelief.
For a long time, he hesitated and couldn't say anything clearly.
"You answer one by one, what's going on? If you are from Kangcheng, I will naturally make the decision for you. If you are not from Kangcheng, I will collect testimonies and report them to the emperor. Is it right or wrong? Is it true? If it’s fake, I will naturally give you justice when the time comes!”
Wen Qingzhu's voice was so loud that the originally noisy court instantly fell silent.
The beggar suddenly blushed and looked back subconsciously.
Following his line of sight, Wen Qingzhu found a particularly inconspicuous person in the crowd, who lowered his head and never raised it.
"What? I gave you a chance to say it, why didn't you say it again?"
Wen Qingzhu's tone began to become majestic, making the beggar tremble all over.
He knelt down quickly and said as if he were pouring beans out of a bamboo tube: "Fuck, the grass people are from Baijia Village, He Town, Yun County. It snowed heavily for several days in mid-November, crushing half of the houses in the town. In October At that time, taxes were increased. It was originally only 30% of the tax, but the official said that the tax this year would be a fixed amount, and 60% of the family's income was handed over at once.
With no house and not enough food, I had to leave with my family in early December. Unexpectedly, the roads were full of homeless people. There was chaos everywhere and there was no food to eat. The poor people had no choice but to sell their wife and two daughters. , took his son and rushed to Yangzhou in Lingcheng.
Unexpectedly, halfway through, I heard someone said that with so much tax collected in the capital, there must be a lot of food, so the common people turned around and rushed to the capital. Later, we met a kind man who took us to Cannes first, but we I found out that the people in Cannes didn’t want to see us, so I was confused for a moment... "
"How much did your family harvest and how much tax did you collect?" Wen Qingzhu squinted his eyes. Sure enough, someone was causing trouble.
The beggar hurriedly replied: "I harvested 2,000 jins of millet and handed in 1,400 jins. Later I heard that the price of grain had increased, so I sold most of it. As a result, the house was crushed by heavy snow, and I couldn't eat much of the remaining grain. I want to use money to buy food again, but I can’t buy it anymore.”
There was silence in the courtroom. This is not 60% of the tax, it is simply 70%!
According to Daqi regulations, farmers only need to hand over 30% of the grain each time according to the amount of land!
Finally, Wen Qingzhu turned to look at Tongpan beside him: "Did you remember everything he said?"
"Everything has been written down." The judge's hand holding the pen was shaking.
This, this is no longer a natural disaster.
Wen Qingzhu turned around, slapped the table, and ordered: "Take off everyone's rags, ask them to explain the situation one by one, record everything, and send it directly to the emperor!"
There was a sudden gasp of air inside and outside the courtroom.
The beggars who were caught knelt down and cried out to admit their mistakes and expressed their willingness to cooperate.
But although two of them were shouting along, they were obviously perfunctory.
Guarded by armored guards, the two men did not dare to act rashly.
The record-keepers asked one by one and wrote down what they said. One piece of paper after another was used up.
Keep calling people to get paper.
The recording paper is as thick as a palm, but only half of it is recorded.