From death penalty to exile...
In the lobby of Jinchengfang Mansion, after hearing the news, Li Ang clenched his fists and then released them.
"I'm sorry."
Li Leling's voice was like a mosquito.
"It has nothing to do with you."
Li Ang smiled bitterly and waved his hand,
Discuss relatives, discuss old friends, discuss talents, discuss abilities, discuss merits, discuss nobles, discuss diligence, discuss guests.
This eight-discussion system originated from the Eight Pis of the Western Zhou Dynasty. It was formally incorporated into the law and implemented in the "New Code" of the Cao Wei Dynasty, and continues to this day.
After Prince Changxiang voluntarily died, Li Shenbin, who inherited the title, had his sentence reduced, which was completely in line with the law of Yu.
Just...
"Those servants who assisted him in committing crimes and covering up his crimes were all convicted of serious crimes.
The worst of them all, the coachman who gave him advice and framed Nie Shilei for his fault, was sentenced to hanging."
Li Ang was silent for a while and suddenly asked: "Leling, have you heard of "Journey to the West"?"
"Huh?"
Li Leling was stunned for a moment. Although she didn't know why Li Ang asked, she still replied: "Is it the storybook adapted from the story of Xuanzang's Western Regions by the eminent monk Xuanzang in the early Yu Dynasty?"
"Yes."
Li Ang nodded and said calmly: "There are all kinds of monsters and monsters in the story, and they all have different endings.
On Thorny Ridge, a tree spirit that was harmless to humans and animals was beaten to death for no reason, for fear of becoming a demon and hurting others in the future.
In the Tongtian River, the King of Inspiration, who specializes in eating boys and girls, was taken away because he was a goldfish in the lotus pond of Guanyin Bodhisattva.
In the Lion and Camel Kingdom, the Dapeng Golden-winged Eagle ate up all the men, women, and children in the city in one go. Because they were related to Tathagata, they spared one life.
In the Bhikkhu Kingdom, the white deer spirit who tricked the king into using the hearts and livers of 1,111 children as medicine was brought back to heaven because it was the mount of the longevity star of the South Pole.
In addition, there are also dragons from the Blackwater River,
The golden retriever of Zhu Zi Kingdom,
The golden horn and silver horn of Lotus Cave in Pingdingshan...
Little monsters without background, just kill them.
On the contrary, it is a big demon who has committed terrible crimes. Because he is related to the gods and Buddhas in heaven, he can escape punishment for various reasons and return to heaven to enjoy happiness."
"..."
Li Leling is silent and silent, the golden-horned and silver-horned king of Lotus Cave is the boy who guards the golden furnace under Taishang Laojun, the moral deity of Taiqing.
One of the incarnations of Taishang Laojun is Laozi, who is the self-proclaimed ancestor of the current Li Yu royal family.
The direction of Li Ang's words is so obvious that if someone in the palace hears it, they can ask him, "What are you implying? Who are you mocking? What is your purpose in saying this?"
"...Just think I'm talking nonsense."
Li Ang smiled, stood up, and walked outside the house.
In the study, Chai Chai is still immersed in reading.
The streets are busy with cars and pedestrians, making it a bustling and lively scene.
The prosperous and peaceful Yu State, and the academy that practiced the world and slayed demons are real.
Nie Shilei and Meng Ying, who died in vain, and Li Shenbin, who escaped the death penalty, are also real.
"Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and there lived the King of Gold and Silver Horns..."
Li Ang hummed in a low voice a tune that appeared inexplicably in his memory, leaning against the wall of the mansion and looking at the Chang'an Street scene.
Tick-tock——
At an angle that no one could see, a drop of ink slowly seeped out from the sole of his shoe and fell into the gap in the stone cover of the ditch.
Tick tock tick.
The ink threads form a continuous line, floating along the water flow to the east.
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"Old man Nie, are you coming to Dongshi so early today?"
"Your uncle just left some time ago, and now you are setting up a stall. This is not..."
"You all should stop saying a few words. Alas, what is this all about?"
On the streets of Dongshi, in front of the stall with some bamboo products, a group of familiar neighbors were gathering, looking sympathetically at the old man and woman Nie sitting on the small wooden stool.
Old man Nie had a humble expression, his head lowered, and he said something vaguely.
"You have to live."
"My son is gone, and I still have a daughter to support."
"Please give in, I still have to do business..."
In contrast, Nie Yuhuan's expression was even more numb.
She sat on a small wooden stool, lowering her head and staring blankly at the tips of her dusty shoes. The empty bamboo flower basket was placed next to her feet.
Tap tap tap——
The sound of dense footsteps coming from far to near,
A group of guards wearing Dali Temple uniforms escorted a shackled prisoner toward the East Market.
This group of people saw Old Man Nie, and Old Man Nie also saw them.
Zou Han, who was among the officers, was stunned on the spot. The order issued by the superiors was too hasty, requiring them to escort Li Shenbin out of the city before evening and travel to the place of exile day and night.
The purpose of passing through Dongshi now is for Li Shenbin to go to Xingningfang and meet the Prince of Changxiang County who volunteered to die as a sign of filial piety.
However, Zou Han did not expect that Old Man Nie would end Nie Shilei's funeral so early and appear here.
"..."
Li Shenbin was wearing heavy shackles and a slightly dirty prison uniform.
He noticed Old Man Nie standing up subconsciously in the distance, the corners of his mouth slowly raised, revealing a winner's smile.
"Haha, hahaha."
The smile turned into laughter, even to the point of tears.
Li Shenbin wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand and urged the Dali Temple jailers who stopped beside him in a cold voice, "Why are you all standing there in a daze? Send me to Xingningfang quickly."
He no longer cares about others. After the death of Prince Chang Xiang, he became an unfilial and unjust person who forced his own father to death. He no longer had a foothold even among relatives in the clan.
I can never go back to the days of arrogance and luxury.
But what does that matter?
Even if he no longer has the status of a descendant of the clan, the rich inheritance his father left him will still belong to him after all.
Even if you are a rich man in a remote state capital, you are a hundred times better off than a penniless commoner, or a thousand times better than those dead people.
Li Shenbin walked into Dongshi with a smile, surrounded by guards.
Old man Nie subconsciously took a few steps forward towards Li Shenbin, but was stopped by neighbors and Dali Temple guards such as Zou Han.
Li Shenbin's exile sentence was personally ordered by the emperor. To stop him at this time would be to disobey the emperor's order.
"Calm down, calm down first!"
Zou Han shouted loudly to stop Old Man Nie from rushing forward.
Perhaps because Old Man Nie's expression was too angry, a guard picked up the scabbard at his waist and slapped him hard on the chest, knocking him to the ground, covering his chest and groaning in pain.
Neighbors hurriedly leaned over to check on Old Man Nie's injuries, and there was another burst of panic.
Li Shenbin, on the other hand, had an indifferent expression and walked forward minding his own business, as if the drama had nothing to do with him.
"..."
Nie Yuhuan raised his head and looked at Li Shenbin who was passing in front of him. He clenched his small palms hard and dug his nails into the flesh of his palms, causing blood to ooze out.
The breeze blows, and the locust trees sway silently.
This chapter has been completed!