Ma Jixiang, the commander of Jinyiweidu, is a very low-key person. Low-key people often have abilities. This person is highly capable, looks elegant, and is good at all kinds of crooked ways. He is especially good at imitating other people's handwriting. Various dedication documents he forged,
It can be fake enough to look real.
"It's done!"
Ma Paw Print put down his pen and laughed. A letter of confession from Li Guoxiang, the right minister of the Ministry of Industry, was successfully forged.
It is a desperate poem:
Dapeng flies to Zhenjin Ou, and due to bad luck, he becomes a prisoner of Chu.
Who can pity the scraps of soup accompanying the waning moon, and the iron ropes that bind the body to sing the late autumn.
The emperor's favor is so great that the people deep in the mausoleum are worried.
What's the point of just one death? How can the corrupt officials in the world be willing to let go?
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"Ayawn!"
Zhao Daxi, the commanding officer of the Imperial Guard, yawned, "I yawn so early in the morning. Could it be that someone is thinking about our old Zhao?"
He was not on duty today, so he could have slept in, but his military career had made him accustomed to getting up early. He mumbled something, pulled out his sword, and danced when he heard the chicken.
"Master, Zhang Qian has something to ask for." He was dancing with his sword, and the slave reported.
Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there are factions. Among the five giants of Jinyiwei, Ma Jixiang and Guo Lin belong to one faction; Zhao Daxi and Zhang Bin belong to another faction; Luo Hu has his own faction. Zhao Daxi, Zhang Bin and Jinyiwei
The former commander-in-chief had an irreconcilable relationship with Tao Cheng. Ma Jixiang drove Tao Cheng away and replaced him. Their faction has been fighting openly and secretly with Ma Jixiang.
Hearing that it was Zhang Bin asking for an audience, Zhao Daxi hurriedly invited him in and served him fragrant tea.
"Brother Zhang Xian, aren't you on duty today? Why did you come to us when you had time?"
"Brother Zhao, a big event happened today. Zhao Dong, a member of the Hundred Households in Jinyi Prison, came to report that Li Guoxiang could not survive the punishment and died of a heart attack."
"Haha, these civil servants were too weak and died within a few days of punishment." Zhao Daxi grinned nonchalantly.
"Brother Zhao, don't you think this matter is strange? A few days ago, Prime Minister Li Guo had already confessed, but Ma Zhangyin refused to make the confession public in the name of the important matter. In the past few days, he had been tortured one after another, and he had already confessed.
, Why use torture again? Since the matter is so important, we must protect good criminals, why do we let them die of violent illnesses after being tortured?" Zhang Bin analyzed in a low voice.
"Well, brother Xian's analysis is very reasonable. Maybe this time we can find the life gate of Ma Jixiang. Have you ever ordered Wei to conduct an autopsy?" Zhao Daxi perked up. He and Tao Cheng were both school captains of the Jingjiang Prince's Palace.
, had a great relationship, Tao Cheng was framed and exiled by Ma Jixiang, and he and Ma Jixiang became enemies.
"I have ordered an autopsy to be carried out. Li Guoxiang was fixed on a wooden board before his death, and it was difficult to move his hands, feet, and neck. When he died, his face turned purple and he died of suffocation. His wrists, ankles, and neck were all damaged.
There are scars, indicating that there was a violent struggle before death. However, this kind of struggle may also be caused by struggling during a heart attack, and it cannot be determined that he was murdered."
Zhang Bin paused for a moment and sighed: "If Li Guoxiang was killed by someone, the person who did it must be a master of murder, so he would not leave any traces, making it difficult to identify the perpetrators."
Zhao Daxi frowned, "Who contacted Li Guoxiang last night?"
"Hu Li, the prisoner of Qianhu, once inspected the cell under the order of Ma Zhangyin. However, this person is a confidant of Ma Zhangyin. He also insisted that he only inspected the cell under the order of Ma Zhangyin. It is not easy to interrogate him." Zhang Bin said bitterly
Say it with a straight face.
"Let's go, follow me to the Yamen quickly," Zhao Daxi said, and ran towards the Yamen of the Commander-in-Chief of the Jinyi Army. His home was so close to the Yamen that he didn't even sit in a sedan chair, and he arrived in a short time.
"Hey, we are all here today." Above the court, the commander of the Imperial Guards, Ma Jixiang, saw the two of them coming in a hurry, and said with a smile to Guo Lin and Luo Hu beside him.
"Palmprint, I heard that Li Guoxiang was tortured to death?" Zhao Daxi asked loudly.
"Zhao Tongzhi did not die due to torture, but died of a heart attack while being tortured," Guo Lin corrected "kindly".
Zhao Daxi glared, "Guo Tongzhi is too early to speak. How exactly Li Guoxiang died requires careful investigation."
Although they were all Tongzhi, Zhao Daxi's Imperial Guard Commander Tongzhi had the word "du" in front of his official title. He was from the second rank, and his official position was much higher than that of Tongzhi, who was from the third rank. When he glared at him, Guo Lin didn't dare
Bye.
"Haha", Ma Jixiang smiled gently, "Brother Zhao doesn't know something. He has already examined the corpse. In fact, Li Guoxiang died of heart attack and suffocation during the torture. If you don't believe it, you can send someone to do another examination."
"Hmph! There is something I don't understand. Why did Prime Minister Li Guo still need to be tortured since he confessed? Also, on that day he confessed, but you did not make the confession public on the pretext that it was important. What did he say in his confession?
What did you do?" Zhao Daxi asked.
"Brother Zhao doesn't know that Prime Minister Li Guo is so disgusting that he dared to write a poem to slander the current Holy Emperor. In order to prevent this evil poem from spreading and damaging the Holy Name, I did not make it public; I also hate that this person is so bold and ignorant.
My father, I ordered him to be tortured. Unexpectedly, this guy had a heart disease, and he suffocated and died during the torture. I will ask the Holy One for this matter."
Zhao Daxi asked reluctantly: "Can the palm print make public the confession of Prime Minister Li Guo?"
"Alas! You can watch it if you want."
Ma Jixiang took out the offering book. When everyone saw it, it was just a poem.
"The roc flies to Zhenjin Ou, and I am a prisoner of Chu because of bad luck. Who can pity the scraps of soup accompanying the waning moon, and sing the late autumn with iron ropes tied to the body. The emperor's favor is so great, but the people deep in the mausoleum are worried. It doesn't matter if a person dies, how can the corrupt officials in the world be willing to do so?
Hugh?"
Zhao Daxi didn't understand and secretly asked Zhang Bin: "What is written in this poem?"
Zhang Bin whispered in his ear: "Then Li Guoxiang is so bold! He first said that he was too talented and should not have ended up like this; then he ridiculed the emperor for building the imperial mausoleum, which made the people complain; he also said that embezzling a hundred thousand taels is nothing, there are too many corrupt officials in the world
, the killing is endless. No wonder Palm Print is angry. If I saw such a crazy poem, I would have to order this guy to be tortured."
After hearing this, Zhao Daxi nodded and looked directly at Ma Jixiang, "Has anyone ever checked the handwriting of the palm print? Is this letter of confession really written by Li Guoxiang himself?"
"Why, Brother Zhao can't trust me?"
Ma Jixiang snorted coldly and said: "Let's do this. I will hand this confession and the body to Luo Qianshi for safekeeping. If you have any doubts, you can find someone to check the handwriting or conduct a new autopsy."
Luo Hu, the commander of the Jin Yiwei, was neither a member of Ma Jixiang nor a member of Zhao Daxi, but a neutral faction. Ma Jixiang handed over the confession and the body to him for safekeeping, which seemed selfless, leaving Zhao Daxi and Zhang Bin speechless. The two privately asked someone to identify the handwriting, but found that the handwriting of the confession was very similar to Li Guoxiang's handwriting. Even if there were slight differences, it might be caused by the nervousness during the trial; as for Li Guoxiang's body, they invited the witness of the Third Justice Department to make another
After a long period of examination, we could only confirm that he died of suffocation. What caused the suffocation could not be determined. After all, the forensic technology of this era cannot be compared with that of later generations.
