Yang Zhifu was panicked, but he did not forget to struggle. The feet on his back were really hard. Not only did his face press against the ground, his nose was also against the ground, his nostrils were blocked by the ground, and breathing became difficult.
After taking two big breaths with his mouth, he hurriedly said: "Wang, Lord, please spare your life, Chen, Chen doesn't understand what the Lord said..."
He could only breathe with his mouth, which made it difficult for him to speak. After such a short sentence, his face was flushed and his face became a bit hideous due to pain.
"Unknown? Then Zhifu Yang might as well tell this king, why the account book he got from the private salt dealer actually has the name of Yang Zhifu on it, eh?" Yunyue's feet increased a little.
"Ah—" Feeling that the bones in his back felt broken, Zhifu Yang screamed, pain and pain all over his body.
"Wang, prince, the Wei-chen was wronged, the Wei-chen was wronged..." Yang Zhifu's painful saliva flowed out, but he still did not forget to call the wrong.
Yun Yue's face was expressionless, completely unmoved.
Zhan Ming stepped forward at this time: "Master, the treasurer Hao who sold illegal salt has been put to death soon, and the body has been thrown under the city gate. Since the prefect Yang is so stiff, why don't we let him never speak? "
With the prince's side for many years, there is still a tacit understanding of this degree.
Zhan Ming completely blindly trusts the prince of his family. As long as the prince of his family says yes, then there is. Now that the prince thinks Yang Zhifu is guilty, then the Yang Zhifu is guilty.
It can be said that he is stupid and loyal, but at least, the prince he trusts has never let him down once, and he is stupid and willing.
Zhifu Yang's face suddenly became ashes, and his body began to tremble.
"Forgiveness, forgiveness, forgiveness, forgiveness, forgiveness..."
Yunyue lifted his feet from the back of Yang Zhifu, looked at Zhanming, and said lightly: "I'll leave it to you." After speaking, he walked back to the previous position and sat down.
Yang Zhifu heard that the whole person suddenly fell into despair.
The feet behind his back finally loosened, but his people did not relax at all. He climbed in front of Yunyue, reaching out to grab Yunyue's feet, and Yunyue raised his feet, but saw his hands step on them.
"Ah -" Yang Zhifu again wailed in pain.
"The prince is forgiving, the prince is forgiving, the Weichen knows that he is wrong, the Weichen knows that he is wrong, the prince is forgiving..." Zhifu Yang kept kowtow, his forehead slammed into the ground forcefully, towards Yunyue.
Soon, his forehead was fucked, his skin was broken, and his bloodshots gradually overflowed.
However, Yunyue remained unmoved by all this.
"What are you still trying to do, show it."
"Yes, Lord!" Zhan Ming yelled, stepped forward, and grabbed the prefect Yang.
Zhifu Yang is small and thin, and the tall Zhanming is as easy as picking up some chickens and ducks when catching him.
"Ah! Lord! Lord! Forgive me, Lord!" After being caught by Zhan Ming, Yang Zhifu was even more heartbreaking, his voice was hoarse.
Yun Yue and Zhan Ming didn't frown on this, and Zhan Ming led him to prepare to go out.
But at the moment when the two of them stepped out of the threshold, Yang Zhifu suddenly shouted: "I said! I said! I said!"
Zhan Ming paused, turned his head and looked at Yunyue for instructions.
I thought Yunyue would let people stay, but didn't want to know that his prince did not play his cards according to common sense.
"Pull out." Yunyue spit out three words coldly.
"It's the prince."
Zhifu Yang was plunged into extremely powerful despair, as if he had seen death waving at him.
Do not! He can't die! He doesn't want to die!
He struggled hard, yelling behind him as he struggled: "It's the servant of the household department! It's the servant of the household department!"
Zhan Ming didn't get the instructions from the prince, so he continued to pull Yang Zhifu to leave, although he was also shocked by the person Yang Zhifu said in his heart.
The servant of the household department
Could it be said that the household servants are responsible for all this now
You must know that the Ministry of Households is the most wealthy. The Ministry of Households is in charge of land, taxes, household registration, military supplies, salaries, grains, fiscal revenues and expenditures, etc. Almost all the wealth of the entire country is under the control of the Ministry of Households. If, then...
Zhan Ming couldn't help but trembled in his heart. If this matter were to be revealed, the whole country would be shocked.
But Yang Zhifu now only mentioned a servant of the household department. As long as the household department is not involved in it, things shouldn't be too much trouble.
"Come back." Yunyue said suddenly.
After Zhanming listened, he took Yang Zhifu and turned around
When he came back, he stepped into the hall again, and threw Prefect Yang on the ground like a dead dog.
Regardless of the pain of falling on his body, Zhifu Yang quickly climbed up to Yunyue with his hands and feet.
"The prince and the ministers have already said, beg the prince for mercy, beg the prince for mercy, the prince is also a last resort, all the ministers of the household are threatening me, begging the prince to check it out."
At this moment, Prefect Yang didn't understand why things had developed to such a point.
Even if his name appeared on the ledger, it shouldn't have been such a development, but now such a fact is shining in front of him, in order to survive, he had to do so.
"Spare?" Yunyue cast a blank expression on his face. "Did you ever think that when you begged this king for mercy, the people of Huaibi City had also begged this way? Your life is fate, from Huaibi City. The people's fate is a stubborn thing?"
He did not expect that a parent official appointed by the court would collude with others and regard the lives of the people in Huaibi City like ants...
Well, the people who have been deceived in Huaibi City are neither humans nor ghosts. They have fallen to the point where they are today. It was only because of the greed of the superiors that they all became the victims of the greed of the superiors.
"Weichen...Weichen..." Zhifu Yang opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. He knelt on the ground tremblingly, knocking his forehead to the ground.
"You said that the minister of the household department threatened you, but is there evidence?"
"Weichen, weichen..." Zhifu Yang's small eyes rolled, obviously hesitated.
"Yang Minghui, do you think you have a choice now?"
"The prince, if the minister presents evidence, can the prince save the minister's life, the minister does not want to die..." Yang Minghui snots and tears flowed, the middle-aged man in his forties cried and cried, but there was nothing at all. Burden in my heart.
A sneer evoked at the corner of Yunyue's mouth: "Save your life? It's just yourself? Your family died when they died? You don't care?"
"I..." Yang Zhifu's face was full of panic and guilty conscience, he lowered his head and dared not speak any more.
"Oh, he is indeed a despicable, ruthless and unjust villain, but Yang Zhifu has made this king see him." Yunyue smiled contemptuously, "Okay, this king is just as you wish."
(End of this chapter)