The tiger bench was brought up, and He Mengyou was escorted by several government officials to sit on the tiger bench.
Wei Pingxiao said sternly: "He Mengyou, you have repeatedly committed murders under my nose. I believe that you are seriously suspected of murder. If you confess honestly, you can avoid this physical pain."
He Mengyou cried and shouted: "My lord, the grass people are wrong, the grass people are really wrong, the grass people deserve to die, the grass people are just in a hurry, they both wronged the grass people, the grass people did not kill anyone, sir, the grass people..."
"You are still quibbling about execution." Wei Pingxiao didn't listen at all, and directly ordered the government officials to execute him.
The yamen servants were not merciful. One person lifted Wei Pingxiao's feet, and another placed two bricks under his feet. As his knees were tightly tied to the stool with ropes and could not move, he began to suffer from tearing pain.
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The hall was filled with He Mengyou's screams, and with his screams, the ice in the hall began to melt gradually, and finally completely turned into water. The ground was wet, the walls were also wet, and the ceiling beams were like
Water dripped everywhere like a leak.
It's like telling something silently.
Wei Pingxiao was shocked again, and he became more and more sure that He Mengyou had killed someone, and secretly guessed that with this attitude, the man who died unjustly would not give up until he was brought to justice.
"He Mengyou, can you plead guilty?" Wei Pingxiao asked loudly again.
Although He Mengyou felt as if his legs were about to be broken, he still gritted his teeth and shook his head, "The common people did not kill anyone."
Wei Pingxiao's expression became more ruthless, "If you talk harder, the punishment will be increased." Then two more government servants raised their feet and put bricks on them.
At that time, three bricks were placed under He Mengyou's heels, and his entire leg showed an abnormal curvature.
When the fourth brick was put on the ground, He Mengyou began to scream heart-rendingly. He barely managed to hold on for a few breaths before he spoke in pain: "I'll move, I'll move, I did kill someone, I'll move."
He Zhi listened with fear, but he could do nothing. The water-stained ice on the ground, like hair, was passing through his knees, wrapping around his body one by one, and it was bone-chilling. He could only shrink his neck and close his eyes.
He stared, not daring to say a word.
Wei Pingxiao snorted and motioned to the government officials to remove a brick, and then ordered He Mengyou, "Explain your murder process honestly and clearly."
He Mengyou was sweating profusely from the pain and said weakly: "That is indeed a maid. The common people saw how pretty she was, so they promoted her to the maid in the inner room. And because the wife didn't like it, they sent her to the outside of the house.
Live in the yard.
That day, she tried to instigate the common man to divorce his wife and marry her as his wife. She was a slave, but she dared to do the following. The common man was so angry that he gave her a slap in the face, not wanting her to hit her head on the corner of the table and die accidentally.
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Even though she was just a maid in the inner chamber, the family's scandal could not be made public, so the common people asked two servants to take the maid out and bury her overnight."
"Sir, he is lying." Li Sheng's wife quickly retorted: "I heard the young woman's screams for several nights. I guess being beaten is a common occurrence. It is impossible to get just one slap."
A sneer appeared at the corner of He Mengyou's mouth, "She is arrogant because of her favor. As a master, it is only natural for me to teach my slave a lesson."
Li Sheng's wife choked and was furious. No matter whether it was a domestic servant or a servant, as long as he signed the deed of sale, his life and death were under the control of the master. If the person who died was really a servant in the house, there was really no way to convict He Mengyou on this matter.
Wei Pingxiao obviously understood this truth. Regardless of the process of the beating, He Mengyou had admitted to beating the person to death, but if he was to be convicted, the identity of the person was crucial.
Is it really a servant in the house? But if it was a servant, the matter would not have reached this point. As long as he admitted from the beginning that it was a servant who was beaten to death, he would have no way to control it.
"If it was really just a domestic servant, why didn't you admit it at first?" Wei Pingxiao asked.
He Mengyou replied, "The common people were afraid that the news would spread and the He family would have a bad reputation, so they tried to hide it at the beginning."
Zhufeng, who had been watching a show, finally spoke again, "Sir, that woman is not a servant of the He family. There are witnesses who can testify."
There are actually witnesses? Wei Pingxiao glanced at Zhufeng and shouted: "Call the witnesses."
Soon, another witness was called to the court. Although he was dressed in plain clothes, he had been surrounded by fragrant powder all year round. Every step he took was filled with the smell of fragrant powder, and his whole body exuded a unique aura of his identity.
When someone came forward, Shi Shiran knelt down and saluted, "I am Pu's family, Chunmanlou is the old bustard, and I'm going to kowtow to you, sir."
He Mengyou froze and stared at the madam. He Zhi, on the other hand, had a look of despair.
Wei Pingxiao frowned and looked at Zhufeng. He actually asked the Qinglou madam to testify. It was an insult to the court and really made him angry. But because of the latter's identity, he couldn't get angry over this matter.
Zhufeng seemed to notice that he looked bad, and said: "Sir, only this old bustard can testify to the identity of that young woman."
Wei Pingxiao thought about it and immediately understood, so he asked the old bustard: "Do you know any of the people in this hall?"
Mr. Pu was really confused. He didn't know why he, a prostitute, was summoned to court, and he also wondered why it felt like it was raining in the courtroom.
However, she also looked at everyone in the hall for a few times, and finally saw He Mengyou who was shackled, and was a little surprised, "Hey, isn't this the eldest young master of the He family?"
Wei Pingxiao asked again: "How did you get to know this person?"
Looking at that posture, the old bustard knew that something must have happened, so he quickly said seriously and honestly: "Master He has always been a frequent customer of Chunmanlou, and at the end of last year, he also took away Chunmanlou's oiran, and now he is doing it for him
Where is my aunt?"
He Mengyou bit his cheek tightly, but his mouth was stuffed with cloth and he could only hum. His shoulders were held down by two government officials, making him unable to move.
Wei Ping said filially, "Sure enough," and then asked: "What does the oiran look like? What is her body shape like? How did she leave Chunmanlou?"
The old bustard felt something was wrong, and said worriedly: "Did something happen to Miao'er?"
"Just answer my questions." Wei Pingxiao looked solemn.
The madam hurriedly responded in panic and replied: "Miao'er is the oiran of Chunmanlou. Her appearance is naturally extremely beautiful. She is six feet two inches tall, has a graceful figure, and has a voice like an oriole. She sings the most beautiful songs."
"Yes, yes, I have heard it occasionally. There is indeed the sound of singing a ditty in that house, which is very nice." Li Sheng's wife quickly added, "And the young woman I saw is also more than six feet tall. She must be
That's her."
The old madam glanced at Li Sheng's wife, feeling more and more uneasy, and said: "At the end of last year, Miao'er suddenly came to find me to redeem herself, saying that she was going to the He family to be her aunt.
She had made good friends with the eldest young master of the He family before, so I agreed. The money to redeem my life was one hundred taels, which were all the jewelry she had saved in daily life."
He Mengyou shook his head anxiously and wanted to defend himself, but his mouth was stuffed with cloth and he couldn't say a word.
Wei Pingxiao ignored him. At this moment, Wei Pingxiao had almost concluded that the person who died was the conscientious prostitute Miaoer, and coincidentally, it was not He Mengyou who redeemed her life, but herself.
In other words, this Miao'er was not a domestic servant or a servant of the He family. He Mengyou did kill someone.
Right now, we only need to confirm one more thing, and that is...
Suddenly, the door of the courtroom was blown open by a gust of wind, and then a large linen bag "floated" inside. As soon as the bag entered the hall, a rotten smell soared into the sky, like a group of ugly poisonous snakes, wrapping around everyone's body.