A group of supervisors were sitting outside Prime Minister Meng's Mansion.
Each of them brought a reed mat and spread it neatly on the street outside Prime Minister Meng's Mansion.
Then he sat upright and stared at the door of Prime Minister Meng's Mansion quietly.
Every tea time, someone will take the lead and shout: "Please defend yourself!"
However, the door of Prime Minister Meng's Mansion was always closed.
Mu Yunhan sat in the Qingmei car and waited quietly.
Today is the third day. In fact, the requirements of the supervisor are not very high. They only need to cover themselves up and defend themselves.
If Meng Xiang never speaks out, it is equivalent to acquiescing to these accusations.
She believed that Mengxiang would not sit still and wait for death.
After waiting for an hour, the door of Meng Xiang's Mansion finally opened with a creak.
The supervisors were so excited that they stood up together and shouted loudly: "Please defend yourself! Please defend yourself!"
When the door opened, a young man wearing a bamboo-green robe, with a plain hairpin, and a long body walked out.
It was Meng Jia. His face, which was originally as white as jade, was now covered with short beards that had not been shaved for who knows how many days. They were messy.
He stood steadily on the steps of the gate, looking at the prison guards expressionlessly, his eyes cold.
"My father is ill. He has a high fever and is unconscious. For this reason, your Majesty has sent an imperial doctor. Whether it is a real illness or a fake illness, your Majesty will make your own decision. There is no need to defend yourself to you. This is the first one."
"I personally verified Pucheng Fire, and I found out Peng Bo. If he is my father's son, why would I need to find him out? The second thing..."
He could not finish what he said, because soon the leading supervisor asked loudly: "Sir Xiaomeng, did you hear that you lost the soldier and saved the car?
Isn't it because the paper can't contain the anger that Peng Bo is asked to take the blame so that Meng Xiang can get away with it?"
Meng Jia glared at the prisoner fiercely, gritted his teeth and said every word: "Of course not! The Criminal Department is investigating the case thoroughly.
It is said that when Peng Bo was in charge of Pucheng, he asked for a bribe from the Medicinal Food Hall and was rejected, so he held a grudge.
After the fire accident, in order to escape guilt and take revenge, he directed the disaster to the Medicine Hall..."
"Hahahaha..." the leading supervisor laughed: "Master Xiaomeng, was the fire an accident?
A small county magistrate actually dares to ask for a bribe from the Medicinal Food Hall. Who can lend him his courage?
When something bad happened, it was normal to want to cover it up, but why didn't he blame it on ordinary people and instead wanted to make the matter bigger?
Who gave him the courage? Who gave him the confidence? In other words, who instigated him?
Also, Mr. Xiaomeng, it is said that this word is hearsay and cannot be used as evidence for debate!"
All the supervisors echoed: "Sophistry! Even sophistry can't produce any evidence, so why not just admit it!"
Meng Jia was furious: "Where is your evidence? Wasn't he ordered by someone with ulterior motives to ruin my father's reputation?"
"People's hearts are evidence! What you do and what Yaoshantang does is evidence!"
The leading supervisor shouted loudly: "You have been favored by the emperor because of your family background. You occupy more than ten thousand acres of land and have countless wealth. Why are you so greedy and cruel?"
Someone shouted loudly: "Meng Chengyuan, get off the stage! Meng Chengyuan, get off the stage!"
An egg flew towards Meng Jia, but he nimbly dodged it.
But then several eggs and vegetable leaves were thrown at him from all directions.
Finally, an egg hit him on the head, and the yellow egg liquid flowed down his forehead and cheeks, blinding his eyes.