Diao Chan is still beating the drum.

Liao Hua strode out and with a command, the officers and soldiers dragged her away from the Denwen Drum.

Liao Hua said: "Stop beating the drum here, we already know the matter. Your adoptive father is not in good health. Go back and take care of him!"

Diao Chan was shocked and turned pale. She grabbed Liao Hua's sleeve and said, "The daughter of the people asks to see the prefect. The daughter of the people is willing to trade herself... for the two junior brothers."

For such a beautiful woman to say such tragic words, Liao Hua's heart was bound to flutter.

But he probably showed an indifferent side, "I can't make the decision in this matter. It's your two junior brothers who offended the Fourth Young Master, not you."

After that, Liao Hua took a group of guards, got on his horse and headed towards the west prison.

Only Diao Chan was left kneeling at the door in despair.

It was getting dark, and those "good Samaritans" also dispersed one by one.

A burst of passion always has its effect.

It seemed that they expected that there would be no results, and everyone's enthusiasm also dissipated a lot.

He just muttered, complained, and left angrily.

After a long time, Diao Chan heard movement around her and raised her head numbly, but she didn't expect that the person coming was actually her junior brother Wang Shuhe.

His face was even uglier than Diao Chan's.

"The master will look for you when he wakes up. I just told you to go into the city and go to the market to do some shopping. The master saw that it was getting late, so he asked me to pick you up."

Diao Chan replied calmly, "Master, have you asked them?"

They naturally refer to the second disciple Du Du and the third disciple Wei Xun who were captured by the Fourth Master Guan.

"Asked."

"how do you say."

"I went away for a medical consultation. I won't be back for three to five days."

Wang Shuhe's tone showed some timidity, he did not tell lies easily.

Diao Chan hesitated for a moment, then murmured and asked, "On the third or fifth day...will they...can they come back?"

Wang Shuhe pulled the senior sister into the carriage and shook the reins.

He said coldly: "Since ancient times, the people have not fought with the officials. We...we can't fight them."

When he said this, Wang Shuhe glared at the official office of Changsha County.

This is an official office symbolizing fairness and justice in Changsha County.

...Now it seems that the high palace wall is an invisible barrier for those in power to separate rights and constraints!

A doctor cannot be punished...the law is never meant to restrain those in authority!

Today's incident taught Uncle Wang... a very "painful" lesson to this twenty-five-year-old young man.

Following Wang Shuhe's words, the horse's tail raised dust and the carriage drove away quickly.

As night fell, the official offices of Changsha City shrouded in shadow became even more majestic, ferocious, and unfathomable.

Liao Li couldn't sleep, so he stood up, looked up at the moonlight outside the window, and asked casually, "Is the woman who beats the drum gone?"

The servant replied: "Let's go."

Liao Li took a deep breath and added another question, "Over there in the West Prison? Is there any movement?"

this…

"The younger one went out to inquire about it."

The servant went out for a while and came back to report: "Master Guan Si wants to interrogate two of Zhang Zhongjing's disciples at night."

Liao Li's mood was extremely complicated. He picked up the book and used it to cover his face and his helpless mood.

"Keep an eye over there."

"If there is any trouble, report it immediately."

Liao Li's voice was trembling.

On the willow branches above the moon, crows were croaking, and the servant shuddered. This was the first time he felt his master was so nervous.

After the servant left, Liao Li couldn't help but take out a brand new bamboo slip, which was the "Laws of Shu" formulated by Zhuge Liang in Shu.

Unfold the bamboo slips…

Liao Likan mused: "Good deeds will not be rewarded if they are not small, and evil will not be devalued if they are not small..."

After just reading these two sentences, he couldn't help but shake his head and murmured:

——"There is no evil without derogation, that's what they say, but the evil of the Fourth Young Master, can it be devalued? Can it be devalued?"

…

…

Changsha County, West Prison, inside the execution room.

The torch exploded into a lantern, and Zhang Zhongjing's two disciples were led in. Guan Lin sat in the chief judge's seat and exchanged glances with Zhang Fei, who was the deputy judge.

Immediately, Guan Lin deliberately made a serious face, as if he was deliberately showing a ferocious look, and even a hint of ferocious light flashed in his eyes.

He coldly said to "Du Du" and "Wei Xun", "You two, I heard a saying from Guanzi: 'A weak son lays down the tile, while a loving mother handles the hammer.' If a loving mother is like this, then Zhang Zhongjing is also a teacher of yours."

Father, I probably didn’t beat you less, right? Oh... that’s wrong... I must have not beaten you too much, otherwise, how could you have offended this young master by being so ignorant of etiquette!"

"—Today's events, everyone gathered around to witness it!"

"——The laws of nature are clear. There is a public opinion about what is right and what is wrong. Why bother to say more?"

The two of them said one word to each other, even though they had been beaten, they still refused to give in.

He does look a bit like a tough guy.

"Since you are so stubborn, don't blame me." Guan Lin raised his hand, "Come here and hang him on the spot!"

Immediately, the sound of "tap, tap, tap" footsteps was heard, and a group of people, some holding ropes and some holding racks, entered the torture chamber that was "brightly lit like daylight."

These troops were well-trained. Some people went to set up the "strangling" stage, some people just pulled the two of them, and some people put the rope around their necks.

That suffocating feeling... came over me like a surge all of a sudden.

"you…"

"We just... insulted you a few times, but you... want to hang us? You still have..."

"Third brother, stop talking... we two, even if we are guilty, our sins will not lead to death!"

Everyone is afraid of death.

Although they looked arrogant and domineering during the day, in fact, they expected that no matter how bold and daring the Fourth Master Guan was, he would not be able to kill them both.

Although it was a troubled time, when Zhuge Liang was governing Jingzhou, he attached great importance to the word "law" for the sake of political integrity and people's harmony, leaving a solid legal foundation.

The number of whippings in one day cannot exceed a hundred, and the punishment ends when the prisoner faints, and murders need to be reported at all levels, which has a great impact.

This is also a constraint on local governments.

But... who would have thought that these restrictions would be looked down upon by the Fourth Young Master Guan in front of him, as if they were completely disdainful.

——Is he still human?

——Is he an evil ghost?

——"Fourth Young Master Guan, if you have something to say, if you have something to say..."

Finally, the second disciple Du Duxian gave in.

Guan Lin waved his hand gently and ordered someone to remove the ropes from their necks. The two of them lay on the ground like a puddle of soft mud.

Breathing heavily.

It's like escaping from the gate of hell.

No one dares to say that he is not afraid when facing the instrument of hanging.

Guan Lin, on the other hand, walked slowly in front of the two of them, squatted down, and still had a arrogant tone.

"Now, have you given in?"

"I...I..." Second disciple Du Du covered his neck with one hand and gasped repeatedly, "Fourth Young Master, we were wrong...we shouldn't scold you, but...but...if it happens again, I...we will still stop you.

You are not allowed to see the master in front of you!"

Showing the most timid appearance, but speaking the most honest words.

Guan Lin couldn't help but take a look at the second disciple Du Dugao.

On the other hand, the third disciple Wei Xun didn't say a word, just biting his lip, as if... he was still unwilling to bow his head and surrender to someone like "Guan Lin"!

"Fourth Young Master...can...can you let us go?"

Du Du asked anxiously.
To be continued...