Don’t Show the Son

Lin Xiu originally planned to go home directly, but she had already reached the door. When she heard that Mr. Lang Zhong was interrogating the murderer who killed the Wang family again, she turned back.

Although he is not very familiar with the laws of Great Xia, a thief who has no power and power, burglary, robbery and murder will definitely die. According to the law, it is normal to be executed.

But Lin Xiu never expected that Ling Chi would be the verdict of this man.

Ling Chi is one of the cruelest capital punishments. During the execution, the prisoner will be cut into pieces, and the prisoner must remain awake at all times. Just imagining this kind of torture in his mind makes him shudder.

Moreover, this punishment is generally only used on heinous felons, and it is impossible for the court to pass the sentence of Ling Chi to an ordinary murderer.

But the prisoner kneeling under the hall at the moment obviously didn't know this.

His face was extremely pale, and his body was shaking like chaff. He was not afraid of death. After all, he was terminally ill, and he didn't have many days to live. To die for someone else, and his family would get a large sum of money. To him, it was considered a profit. .

But there is a difference between death and death.

Beheading is only a momentary thing, it is said that it is so fast that you don’t feel the pain at all, a scar the size of a bowl is lost on your head, and eighteen years later you will be a good man again...

It was after hearing these words that he planned to come out and take the place of others.

But that is Ling Chi, it is said that the execution will last for three days, and during these three days, one thousand and two hundred pieces of flesh will be cut from his body every day, and he will not let him die directly. Hearing the next moment when he was sentenced to Ling Chi , The thief's crotch was wet a lot.

The Qing official secretary Lang Zhong looked at him with indifferent eyes, and said lightly: "The man committed Kang Ba, you burglarized, raped and killed civilian women, and even pretended to hang yourself. I sentenced you to be Ling Chi, do you have something to say?"

Kang Ba's face was as pale as paper, at this moment, he was scared, he was really scared.

He was afraid that he would be executed by Ling Chi, and watched the executioner cut 3,600 knives on his body. He knelt on the ground, knocked his head loudly, and said loudly: "Your Excellency, you are wronged, I do it. I will recruit anything, I just ask the adults to give me a good time!"

The Qing official secretary looked at him and asked, "Didn't you recruit them all? What else do you confess?"

Kang Ba repeatedly said: "My lord, I didn't kill that woman, someone asked me to take the blame. My lord has learned, my lord has learned..."

...

At the official office of the Qing Dynasty, the situation changed rapidly.

After the criminal Kang Ba heard that he was going to be tortured, Dang even overturned all the previous confessions and confessed the fact that he took the blame for someone else, and it was naturally obvious who he was taking the blame for.

The death of the Wang woman must have something to do with Qin Cong.

It must be that he forcibly defiled the Wang family, and was worried that the Wang family would report to the government, so he killed the Wang family overnight, and made the illusion that she committed suicide, and found a thief to take the blame. Unexpectedly, the person he found was not reliable at all. Spectrum...

"It turned out to be like this..."

"The Wang family probably didn't do it voluntarily."

"That bastard, not to mention defiled the girl, but also murdered her life and defiled her innocence..."

"I heard that the beast has been killed, retribution, retribution!"

...

Outside the courtroom, Lin Xiu looked at the expressionless Lang Zhong, who was sitting under the plaque of "Mirror Hanging High", and felt that she didn't know much about this chief official...

Although Qin Cong is dead, Wang's case is not over yet.

The thief's temporary counter-confession dragged the Qin family in again.

An hour later, the Ministry of Officials and the Houya will be cleared.

First-class Zhongyong Bo Qin Wu frowned and looked at Qing Li Si Langzhong, and asked: "Isn't that case closed already? How could there be side issues?"

Qing Lisi Langzhong glanced at him lightly, and said: "Then I have to ask you, since you want to find someone to take the blame, why did you find someone who is greedy for life and afraid of death? I didn't ask anything, so he recruited himself. Even if I want to help your Qin family, it's too late."

Uncle Zhongyong looked grim, gritted his teeth and said, "My son is already dead, and if these eyes-obscuring people still don't let go, no matter if it's that old man or that idiot's family, they will all die!"

"Uncle Zhongyong!"

The eyes of Qing Lisi Langzhong suddenly became sharp, he slapped the table, and said in a deep voice: "Do you think the censors of Duchasi are all dead, or do you think that the assassin dared to kill your son?" If you dare to kill you, you must not only keep them alive, but also keep them alive, I don’t want to hear the news that Uncle Zhongyong was assassinated one day.”

The words of Qing Lisi Langzhong were like a ladle of cold water poured down on his head, making Uncle Zhongyong sober in an instant.

He is not afraid of Du Chasi, but he has to guard against the elusive assassin.

When his son died, he was already sad and angry, but when he encountered this troublesome incident, he lost his mind for a while, and could only ask: "Then, according to your lord's opinion, what should I do?"

Qing Li Si Langzhong thought for a while, and said: "The impact of this case is beyond my control, and the deceased is already dead. If Uncle Zhongyong wants to get out of his body, he only needs to push everything on Young Master Ling. Everything is done by Young Master Ling, Uncle Zhongyong, you don't know anything."

Uncle Zhongyong was furious when he heard the words: "What, my son is dead, you still want to..."

The Qing official interrupted him: "It is because he is dead that there is no way to investigate. Or, you find another one to take the blame?"

Uncle Zhongyong has already suffered a loss. If he finds someone to take the blame again, it is hard to guarantee that there will be no accidents. What the Secretary of the Qing Dynasty said is right. The best way to do this is to push everything on his dead son. .

After a long silence, Uncle Zhongyong raised his head, clasped his fists to the minister of the Qing officials, and said: "In the past few days, I am grateful to Mr. Liu for helping me. I will remember this kindness, and I will definitely repay it in the future."

Qing Li Silang waved his hand and said, "Uncle Zhongyong, you are welcome."

After Uncle Zhongyong thanked him, he left from the back door with a heavy heart, and the official minister sent him out with a smile, and the moment the door closed, the smile on his face faded instantly.

"Pooh!"

With a look of disgust on his face, he spit a mouthful of saliva under his feet.

Lin Xiu didn't know what happened to the Qing officials later. Qin Cong died, and the Qing officials also returned Wang's innocence. For Wang's family, this was already the best ending.

When he was about to return to Lin's mansion, Lin Xiu passed the corner of the street last night again.

It's noon now, the streets are bustling with yelling and hawking, beside the rubbish dump on the corner of the street, a yellow dirt dog is pawing non-stop with its front paws.

Its luck today is not very good. It didn't even find half a piece of steamed buns all morning. Smelling the smell of meat from the nearby shop, it swallowed a mouthful of saliva and slowly approached the shop. When it wanted to smell more , the waiter at the butcher shop has already picked up the stick.

"Where did the wild dogs come from, go away, don't affect our business!"

It couldn't understand the man's words, but it saw the stick in the man's hand. It knew that it was uncomfortable to hit, so it ran back to the corner of the street with its tail between its legs.

Next to the garbage dump on the corner of the street, a yellow dirt dog lay there weakly, whimpering from time to time.

"It would be great if I could have chicken legs..."

"Better get another elbow."

"It's okay to gnaw on a bone..."

...

After an unknown amount of time, the dirt dog next to the garbage dump sniffed, then suddenly opened its eyes.

It smelled the smell of chicken legs and elbows, and its throat kept moving. Looking around, it saw a human being slowly walked in front of it, opened a paper bag, and placed it in front of it.

Inside the paper bag were two chicken legs and one elbow. The aroma from the chicken legs and the elbow made it intoxicating.

Lin Xiu squatted in front of the dirt dog, pointed to the chicken leg and elbow, and said, "Eat it."

Although the earth dog couldn't understand the human's words, it understood what he meant. The chicken legs and elbows were for it. It didn't hesitate and gnawed, even the tiniest bone, and swallowed it into pieces. Here, at the very end, I did not forget to repaint the oily paper three times.

Then, it circled the human a few times while wagging its tail, which was its way of expressing gratitude.

If it wasn't for this dog, Lin Xiu might have died at the hands of the assassin the night before yesterday. This is a true life-saving grace.

Lin Xiu patted it on the head lightly, and said, "If you want, follow me from now on. As long as I have a bite to eat, you won't be hungry..."