"You're talking nonsense!" Gong Yangke wanted to rush forward, but was pinned to the ground by the uniform of the head catcher who had been paying attention.
His eyes were red, he struggled to raise his head and shouted: "Sir! This person is talking nonsense, I don't have any!"
"Disturbing the court, slap your mouth." Mu Su frowned, looking unhappy.
A government official came forward and slapped Gongsun Ke in the mouth with a wooden sign as big as a palm. The sound left a deep red mark. Gongsun Ke grunted, and warm blood spattered everywhere.
Looking at this scene, even the buzz outside the government office was much lessened.
After five blows, the head catcher and the yamen servant backed away, and thick blood mixed with saliva dripped from his mouth.
"You go on." Mu Su said to the frightened beggar.
The yamen servant nodded and said tremblingly: "I saw Gong Yangke nestling in the arms of the head of the Sun family... Gong Yangke was still reading a poem..."
The officer on the side had a face full of unclear meaning.
It’s unreasonable inference and perjury. Apart from giving in, this gentleman has done everything he shouldn’t have done.
"Oh? I don't know what poem it is." Mu Su asked, pretending to be very interested. There is no need to play the elder joke with a group of ancient people, that would be too crazy.
"The villain has a bad memory, what does that poem seem to be about... When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will be better than countless others in the world; if the love lasts for a long time, how can they stay together day and night..."
"Hiss..." Asi took a breath, this poem... is beautiful.
Gong Yangke's slightly ferocious face was stunned, and he was also recalling the meaning of this poem.
The same scene happened to a few of the people watching.
Most people can't understand it and can only hear something about love and love. It's just a poem about the relationship between the head of the Sun family and Gongyang Ke.
The shock to the officer was even worse. He saw with his own eyes what Musu told the Yamen servant. Doesn’t this mean that the poem was written by Musu...
He secretly looked at Mu Su and saw the latter crossing his arms with a proud look on his face.
If I hadn't been short of time, I would have copied for you Tang poetry, Song poetry, and Chinese poetry spanning five thousand years.
"Golden Wind and Jade Dew... Chao Chao Mu Mu... Poof -" Gongyang Ke muttered a few words, and suddenly he was so angry that he took a mouthful of blood and spurted out blood.
With all the unwarranted charges on his head, and this poem, it is almost impossible to overturn the case.
This is not about turning a deer into a horse, but about turning a deer into a horse.
"Good poem. It seems that Gong Yangke has great literary talent. What a pity..." Mu Su sighed and shook his head, as if he was really sorry.
"Gong Yangke, witnesses have now confirmed that you have a close relationship with the head of the Sun family. What do you have to say?"
Gongyang saluted with the wind leaking between his teeth and said: "It is a matter of good reputation, so please allow me, this junior, to speak."
"Not allowed."
Gongyang overcomes one lag.
The custodian also hesitated.
Didn’t you ask someone to say it? Why didn’t you let me do it again???
Mu Su then said: "Then let me deduce it. The abnormal relationship between you and the head of the Sun family for many years has made you two have feelings for each other, and you even composed poems for him to listen to. Unexpectedly, this matter was known to the eldest young master of the Sun family. He
Worried that you would compete for the Sun family's property, I made the matter public and invited you to go to his house last night to resolve the matter."
The people outside the government office were fascinated by what he heard, and the head catcher standing nearby stared at him eagerly.
"Yesterday when you went to your appointment, unexpectedly, someone from the Sun family insulted you with foul words. Your old favorite was also indifferent to the insults you suffered. Unable to bear it, you attacked the head of the Sun family."
"When the dagger pierced his chest, and the love he once loved fell into your arms, your eyes were full of blood and tears, and you roared to the sky, why did the sky do this to you! You thought he would hate you, but when his palm touched you
Her cheeks, her calm eyes only -"
"Ahem..." The yamen servant coughed lightly to remind Mu Su. He was too detailed...
"In short -" Mu Su's voice returned to normal from the artificial sensationalism, and he looked at the stunned Gongyang Ke: "I can understand it. But you should never hurt other people. Every wrong has its owner, and every debt has its owner.
In the final analysis, this matter only depends on
The head of the Sun family is related to the eldest son. But you should not kill other people, let alone vent your anger by brutally raping and killing the Sun family's youngest daughter, who was only twelve years old, and looting hundreds of taels of gold. Such an act cannot be punished.
!”
Gongyang Ke's teeth were clenched, blood foam spurted out and he hurriedly defended: "I just killed them last night and didn't do anything else!!!"
"Oh~ you last night -" Mu Su said in a long voice.
Outside the Yamen, there was an uproar as Gongyang Ke exited.
Now that Gong Yangke has said it himself, everything is settled.
"Silence, silence." Oshi shouted, silencing the murmurs of discussion.
Just listen to Gong Yangke say: "It's just that everything is not what the adults said. Since I was a book boy, the Sun family has always bullied me and humiliated me, even if I was admitted to the school boy or scholar. I borrowed some money and went to Beijing to study until next year.
To participate in the scientific examination, I didn’t expect them to borrow money. They laughed at me and even insulted my mother. The younger generation couldn’t bear it..."
"Where did your martial arts come from?" Mu Su asked.
Gongyang Ke replied: "Junior has never stopped practicing martial arts."
Mu Su nodded: "Both civil and military people are proud. After being insulted, the blood rushes to do impulsive things... It seems reasonable and well-founded. What else do you have to say?"
"No." Gong Yang was convinced.
"Does that mean you plead guilty?"
"Junior... admit it." Gong Yangke sighed softly.
Mu Su nodded and read loudly: "Gongyangke killed thirteen members of the Sun family. The evidence is conclusive. He will be thrown into prison to be executed by Queen Qiu. He will withdraw from the court."
"According to the order...ah?" Oshi was stunned.
"Master Magistrate, please wait a moment!" The yamen officer stepped forward to drag Gong Yangke away. At this moment, he suddenly raised his head and said urgently, "I beg you, sir, to clear my name."
Mu Su's tone was lazy and he said casually: "Thirteen people have been killed, and you still want to care about your reputation? As for that poem, just treat it as a gift from me."
Gongyangke heard the meaning of the words and was shocked: "Could this poem be a big -"
Musu interrupted, and said to the Ossi who was recording on the side: "From now on, I will send food to his mother every month. Don't let the old man starve."
After swallowing all the words, Gong Yangke had tears in his eyes and choked up: "Thank you... Sir!"
The case was solved, but Mu Su still had something to do. Before the people dispersed, Mu Su asked the chief: "How much tax does Fei County pay now?"
"Return to your lord, take one out of ten for transaction tax and seven out of ten for tax and food."
"Why so many! No need." Mu Su waved his sleeves and said lightly.
"This is what the imperial court requires..." Oshi said anxiously, wondering why Mu Su was so crazy.
Mu Su asked back: "Yes, why does it mean that the capital wants three, but the people have to pay seven?"
"This..." Oshi wanted to say something else, but Mu Su impatiently stopped him.
"No matter what pretentiousness you had before, as long as I am still in Feixian County, the tax will not increase for a day."
Without waiting for the custodian to explain the stakes and dissuade him, he saw hundreds of people kneeling down outside the yamen, a mass of heads covered in darkness.
Their chaotic but grateful shouts echoed throughout the long street.
