Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

Fang Zheng Yi came to the Imperial Prison again, this time with a few more items.

An imperial decree, poisoned wine, brush and ink, and some exquisite wine and dishes.

Zhang Shi was still sitting cross-legged on the ground as before, his eyes tightly closed.

He looked like a withered tree.

Before even opening his eyes, he said, "Lord Fang is here? This old man thought you wouldn't come again."

Fang Zheng Yi was puzzled. Could it be that this old fellow had cultivated some kind of divine skill in prison? He could tell it was me just by the sound of footsteps.

"How did you know it was me?"

"Old Yan was just scolding you."

"I didn't scold! I didn't scold! Zhang Shi, don't talk nonsense!" Old Yan quickly crawled to the prison door, shouting grievances, afraid that Fang Zheng Yi would grab a stick and beat him again.

Fang Zheng Yi cast a gloomy look at Old Yan: "You old thing, I'll make you kneel down and beg me later!"

Old Yan didn't dare to say more, glared at him fiercely, and then silently shrank into the corner.

Seeing that Zhang Shi was still closing his eyes, Fang Zheng Yi said impatiently, "Can you stop pretending? I've brought you what you wanted."

Zhang Shi's body shook, and he suddenly opened his eyes: "You... you actually really did it?"

Fang Zheng Yi sneered and threw the imperial decree at Zhang Shi: "You think too highly of yourself and underestimate His Majesty too much. Your family's lives have been spared, but they will be exiled to the army."

"But after careful thought, their fate is not bad. My Great Jing is becoming increasingly prosperous. If they are lucky, they will spend their lives in peace. Maybe in two or three generations, they will have a chance to return to the capital, right?"

Zhang Shi trembled as he held the imperial decree, running his fingers over every word on it, naturally deaf to what Fang Zheng Yi was saying.

Fang Zheng Yi said to himself: "This matter, the higher-ups have decided to handle it in a low-key manner, and can still save you some face."

"There is no deep hatred between you and me. I brought you wine, dishes, and paper and pen."

"Enjoy your last meal, leave a suicide note, and prepare to set off."

After saying that, Fang Zheng Yi placed the wine, dishes, brush, and ink at the prison door and took a few steps back.

He had to guard against this dying man, in case this old guy didn't play fair and turned on him.

After a long time, when Zhang Shi put down the imperial decree, his eyes were already filled with tears.

First, he got up and tidied his clothes, patted away the dust and weeds, and slowly bowed towards the direction of the imperial palace, kowtowing deeply.

When he raised his head again, tears were streaming down his face, and he said loudly: "Your subject Zhang Shi, thank you, Your Majesty, for your forgiveness. Now I die without regret!"

Although he didn't thank himself, Fang Zheng Yi couldn't help but have more respect for him.

He was indeed at odds with himself, but some deeply rooted things in scholars were indeed worthy of respect.

Zhang Shi slowly got up, looked at Fang Zheng Yi, bowed first, and said seriously: "Thank you, Lord Fang."

Fang Zheng Yi waved his hand: "No need to thank me, I'm just doing things according to the rules. Since you didn't rebel, I can't treat you as a rebel."

"Lord Zhang, you have one day left. I've left the wine, dishes, brush, and ink. Reveal the location of your other two silver vaults, and everything between you and me will be over."

Zhang Shi bent down, picked up the paper and pen, and said in a trembling voice: "Lord Fang, don't worry, I will never break my promise."

Saying that, he turned around and sat back on the ground, staring blankly with the pen.

Old Yan on the side was already dumbfounded.

After a moment, he pounced on the wooden railing like a madman, howling: "Lord Fang! I also have money! I also have money, how will His Majesty punish me."

"Your family also hid silver?" Fang Zheng Yi asked.

"Hid it! Hid it!" Old Yan was frantic.

He had to seize this glimmer of life! He didn't care whether he lived or died at his age, but the family must not fall.

"Okay! Lord Zhang, please have him write a copy after you finish." Fang Zheng Yi said with a playful look: "I can save your family's life, but you seemed to scold me just now, right?"

Old Yan immediately knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly: "Thank you, Lord Fang, I'm just old and muddle-headed, I'm just old and muddle-headed..."

Amidst Old Yan's constant kowtowing, Fang Zheng Yi laughed and strode away.

Even after his figure had disappeared inside the Imperial Prison, Old Yan was still constantly kowtowing and admitting his mistakes.

Until Zhang Shi sighed and said, "Old Yan, stop kowtowing. This imperial decree also mentions you. His Majesty has already pardoned you, the Yan family has been demoted to commoners, and there is a cup of poisoned wine for you too."

"Fang Zheng Yi is playing you."

"What!"

An unexpected ecstasy suddenly struck Old Yan!

The corners of his mouth had just curved up when he thought of Fang Zheng Yi pretending in front of him, and he immediately drooped again. He jumped up from the ground and pointed at the distance, cursing: "Fang Zheng Yi! I f**k your %^@*\u0026@\u0026..."

.......

Outside the North Garrison Fusi, a group of people were arguing incessantly.

Dozens of carriages were still parked along the street. Led by Ren Hua, more than twenty centurions held the long knives at their waists, looking at the two hundred or so strong men who had appeared out of nowhere as if facing a formidable enemy.

These people in front of them were all tall and strong. It could be seen from their calloused hands that they were trained, especially their thick thighs, which were definitely extraordinary!

"This is the office of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. Who are you? Do not linger here, leave quickly!"

Zhao Lie scratched his head and looked at the somewhat thin Ren Hua: "We were sent by Lord Fang Zheng Yi. Please inform him."

"Lord Fang? Where did you come from?"

"Peach Blossom County. Lord Fang said that we will be Embroidered Uniform Guard warriors in the future. He asked us to go to the North Garrison Fusi to meet him first, and then be assigned." Zhao Lie said honestly.

When Ren Hua heard this, he was both surprised and delighted!

The manpower below was not yet complete, so he had not yet taken office at the Thousand Households Office. Now, such a batch of capable people had come.

If they were assigned to his command, it would undoubtedly be a great help.

But... these were Fang Zheng Yi's people, and he had already offended him... which was a bit troublesome.

Ren Hua whispered to the side: "Go and inform Lord Fang."

After speaking, he raised his head and said loudly: "What things are you carrying in your carriages?"

"Reporting to the lord, those are all fitness equipment."

"Fitness equipment? What is that? Take it out and let me see!" Ren Hua pointed at the carriage.

Zhao Lie looked embarrassed: "This is for our internal use, we are not allowed to show it!"

"Bold! Although you were assigned by Lord Fang, you are just mere warriors. Today, I insist on seeing what your so-called fitness equipment is!" Ren Hua shouted loudly.

"Zhao Lie, let him see if he wants to. But don't make a scene on the street, lest colleagues see it and laugh. Move the things inside." Fang Zheng Yi walked out from behind Ren Hua with his hands behind his back.

Looking at Ren Hua with a fake smile, he said: "This official personally recruited the warriors, do you have any objections?"

"This humble officer dares not!" Ren Hua lowered his head in a hurry, his heart trembling.

"It doesn't matter, aren't you interested in fitness equipment? You will play with it every day in the future, this official will let you play to your heart's content!" After saying that, Fang Zheng Yi walked back leisurely.

Zhao Lie and the others began to work beside the carriage.

Huge, strangely shaped metal components began to be moved down from the carriage....