Bi Tongzhi took a sip from the teacup, looked at Wu Jin with a bad expression, and put the teacup in his hand firmly on the saucer.
The porcelain bumped against each other, causing him to make a clear and angry sound.
Before the lingering emotion faded, he then sternly said: "There is no evidence, what you wrote is just nonsense! You still don't know you are wrong! Kneel down!"
Wu Jin stood motionless, not even showing the slightest hint of timidity: "Since Bi Tongzhi believed that the student was slandering the official and spreading rumors to cause trouble, why didn't he take the student to Zhizhou Yamen and raise him to the court for trial? Instead of arresting him here? Or even if there is no evidence?
, articles written by students cannot see the light of day?”
"You don't know how to live or die," Bi Tongzhi looked at Wu Jin, "I originally thought that you were a student, and interrogating you quietly would give you a way of life and a future. If I want to punish you, I will beat you to death in prison. You
There is no place to redress your grievances! If you continue to be sharp-tongued and ignorant, I will take you back to the Yamen immediately!"
Wu Jin looked directly at him: "When students were studying the law, they saw that it was stated in the law that 'a prisoner may not be tortured more than three times, and the total number of tortures must not exceed two hundred, and the crime of the rod cannot be more than the number of crimes committed. If the prisoner dies as a result of the punishment, the executioner will be exiled for one day."
"In 2019, the prison officials and the police were all guilty of the same crime. Why did the students die in prison?"
There was a crack in Bi Tongzhiguan's dignified face, and he wished he could open his big mouth and devour Wu Jin.
But the trouble was too big, and Wu Jin had to get out alive.
He took a deep breath, made his face much calmer, and spoke more earnestly: "A lot of words make a fortune, but a lot of people destroy bones. Don't you understand this simple truth? Even if what you write is not the truth, once it is exposed to the public,
If you use your mouth, you will be taken advantage of by people with bad intentions! People outside don’t care if you are true or false.”
Wu Jin sneered: "The purifier will purify himself. If one of my articles can influence the officialdom, it can only be said that there are traces to follow."
There was a cough from behind the screen.
The person next to the tea bed stood up, walked out with the fragrance of tea all over his body, walked straight to the front and sat down in front of the Taishi's chair.
This person is none other than Wang Zhizhou.
Bi Tongzhi stood up quickly, bowed and crossed his hands. The arrogance he had just given disappeared, leaving only a servile expression.
Wu Jin bowed his hands and said, "Student has met Wang Zhizhou."
Wang Zhizhou raised his head and looked at Wu Jin with a smile: "Wu Jin, you only see black and white in your eyes. In fact, you are the least suitable to be an official. You are only suitable to be a Confucian scholar."
"There are always more people who die for justice than corrupt officials."
"Innocent," Wang Zhizhou leaned back in his chair, "Bring me the article you wrote."
Wu Jin took out the article from his arms, and Bi Tongzhi stepped forward quickly, took it in his hand, and bowed to Wang Zhizhou.
Wang Zhizhou shook it open and read each word carefully. After reading it, he praised: "He is indeed a talented person to understand the Yuan Dynasty."
Putting the paper on the square table, he smiled and said: "There is no evidence. There will be a lot of trouble in the city at first, and I will be investigated for it. But after repeated investigations, nothing comes to an end. I am just changing from Kuanzhou."
Go somewhere else, and after a few years, you will be promoted again, do you understand?"
Wu Jin nodded: "I understand."
"So you knew you couldn't do something, but you did it," Wang Zhizhou said thoughtfully, "hitting an egg against a stone."
"No," Wu Jin smiled, "This article has no evidence, but the student thinks that you, Zhizhou, are not willing to let it see the light of day."
Wang Zhizhou was stunned for a moment, his despicableness and shamelessness flashed through his pupils for a moment, and then were quickly covered up by his long-standing hypocrisy.
He asked thoughtfully: "Why didn't I know that I was afraid of it seeing the light?"
Wu Jin made it very clear: "Because there is a thorn in your Majesty's heart. If this article spreads, it will sting the thorn in your Majesty's heart. Regardless of whether this matter is true or false, whether there is evidence or not, your Majesty's anger will be
Taking it out on you."
Wang Zhizhou's eyes flashed, he sat up straight, put his right elbow on the table, and twirled his beard with his fingers: "What is the thorn you are talking about?"
Wu Jin said concisely and concisely: "Mo."
The word "mo" didn't even hurt His Majesty, it already hurt Wang Zhizhou. His eyes could no longer be hidden, and instantly became sharp, and his face showed a fierce look.
Yes, this article cannot be published in newspapers.
If Your Majesty knew about the empty number of soldiers, he would immediately think of Mo Qianlan borrowing a hundred troops to go to Jeju to wipe out the bandits.
As long as we check further, we will know that all the 100 soldiers lent were killed in the first battle.
But how can there be so many perfect things in the world?
As long as His Majesty becomes suspicious, he will be entirely responsible for his death - Mo Lingfeng's current power in the army has all taken advantage of his loopholes.
In the past, when the emperor was far away, he and Mo Qianlan teamed up to hide the matter. But now that Mo Qianlan is a pile of uncorrupted meat, how long can he keep it a secret?
"So, you brought me out and made such a big fuss," he put down his hand and tapped the table vigorously, "what do you want to exchange for this article?"
Wu Jin stared at him: "Student, just let the thorn stick there and don't move it."
His eyes are very bright, bright to a certain extent. He is thin but not weak. His face is angular, and there is unwavering determination between his eyebrows. He is not afraid of this official of a state.
There was no flattery, he just stated his requirements.
Moreover, this statement is not a lie, not a roundabout way, not a request, but a powerful defense of a person using an article as a bargaining chip.
Wang Zhizhou's eyes were filled with fire, full of bad thoughts, and he gave Wu Jin a vicious look.
It is best to pull out the thorn.
After Mo Qianlan fell ill, he thought about it and decided that it would be most appropriate to let Mo Lingfeng disappear.
He had no way to fight his way into the stronghold, break through all the obstacles, and kill Mo Lingfeng, so he could only find another way and start with her identity as a woman. Bi Tong knew that this was just a test.
If she doesn't like Bi Zhizhou's son, then his Wang Yunsheng's son should be fine. If he doesn't like him, he has countless choices - after all, she wants to get married, and there are only widowed women in the world. I haven't heard of it.
Those who live without marrying.
Now Wu Jin suddenly came out to kill him.
Such a poor scholar!
He actually let a poor scholar control him!
He suppressed his anger, sneered in his heart, and said to himself: "Bitch, do you think I dare not take his life? He doesn't know how easy it is to punish a person."
After thinking about it, he slowly spoke: "Okay, I won't touch that thorn, and you shouldn't touch this article either. Think about your family, they are innocent."
Wu Jin nodded.
Wang Zhizhou asked again: "Is there more than one copy of this article?"
Wu Jin answered truthfully: "Yes, two copies."
"Where is the other copy? At your home or at Mo's home?"
Wu Jin shook his head and still told the truth: "It's in the hands of Magistrate Cheng."
"Cheng——" Wang Zhizhou made countless guesses, and was surprised when he heard the answer. He couldn't believe his ears, "What did you do to Cheng Taishan?"