Huang Qinghe's face darkened: "The trial is my own business, there is no need for you to interfere."
The steward of the Zhang family raised his eyes, and the arrogant look in his eyes changed, and he immediately smiled: "Master Huang, you have to understand that we are not. The master of the Sun family is the brother-in-law of our family. Now that the second master of the Sun family is gone, the wife of the Sun family
After being frightened, our Zhang family was also implicated.
There are so many people in this mansion, what if someone makes another mistake... But what the hell, let alone our uncle, even if the young master is injured and the Queen Mother blames it, our lives will be in danger."
Huang Qinghe naturally knew that the manager of the Zhang family was putting pressure on him. Not only were the Zhang family relatives of the emperor, but all the Zhang family brothers held important positions in the court. Which of the officials who had been opposed to the Zhang family in recent years would fare well?
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The Zhang family "helps" investigate the case. If he blocks it more, if the Zhang family is harmed in the future, not to mention that he will definitely lose his official position, but the lives of the whole family will not be saved.
The steward of the Zhang family expected that Huang Qinghe would not dare to stop him anymore. He looked at the servants next to him. The two servants immediately picked up the old woman from the ground. Before the woman could stand firm, the steward of the Zhang family kicked her.
On the belly of the old woman.
The old woman was kicked to the ground and screamed.
The manager of the Zhang family walked towards the old woman and raised his foot to step on her face. When it came to torturing people, he was familiar with it. The torture in the prison would at best make people suffer a little.
People who are honest must be humiliated.
"stop."
The steward of the Zhang family was about to fall, but someone grabbed his arm.
The manager of the Zhang family was a little surprised. He couldn't help but look over and saw Huang Qinghe with an official look on his face: "This old woman is just a personal witness. She is not even a suspect. How could she be tortured and beaten like this? Even if she was forced to say anything,
Even if you give a confession, it won't be true."
After Huang Qinghe finished speaking, he stepped forward and helped the old woman up.
The face of the manager of the Zhang family changed. He did not expect that such a humble official like Huang Qinghe would dare to openly contradict the Zhang family.
"Come here," Huang Qinghe looked at the government official, "Kick out all the idle people."
When the manager of the Zhang family heard this, he showed a fierce look on his face, and the other servants of the Zhang family took two steps forward.
"Master Huang, please think carefully about who the idlers are?"
When Huang Qinghe brought the officials, they looked at each other and no one dared to do anything.
"grown ups."
One of the yamen called Huang Qinghe in a low voice. For several days, the adults had not been able to find any useful clues. The Zhang family had been impatient for a long time. If there was any conflict with the Zhang family now, Mr. Huang would probably suffer a big loss.
Huang Qinghe only felt that this old woman was about the same age as his mother. Could it be that he just watched her being beaten like this?
"Auntie, let me help you go and see the doctor." Huang Qinghe said and was about to help the old woman out.
"Sir Huang, you are here to inquire about a case. Why don't you get involved with this suspect?" The manager of the Zhang family stopped in front of Huang Qinghe. Upon seeing this, the Zhang family's entourage also closed the door of the Taoist temple.
The old woman trembled and said tremblingly: "Sir, please go. There is nothing wrong with the old woman, so there is no need to see the doctor."
Huang Qinghe couldn't help but feel sour in his heart when he heard this. The Zhang family could go out and talk freely about what happened here today, and the officials who came with him didn't dare to argue. Even if a quarrel really broke out, the Zhang family could say that the management was rude.
Therefore, the Zhang family has room for advancement and retreat, but he has no choice.
He studied hard for many years in Hanchuang, and he also had a passion to achieve something. Everyone said that it was difficult to become an official through the imperial examination, but in his opinion, it was even more difficult to become an official. It seems that today he has reached the end of his career as an official, but even so, there is nothing to be sentimental about.
, at least he did not violate his conscience.
Huang Qinghe raised his hand and was about to push the manager of the Zhang family, but a scream came from outside.
"Come on, come on, come on, there's a thief, there's a thief... Catch this thief quickly..."
The surrounding area was immediately awakened by the sharp shouting, and noisy footsteps began to be heard.
The steward of the Zhang family raised his eyebrows slightly, and was about to order someone to go out to check. The door of the Taoist temple had been pushed open, and then someone came in and reported: "Steward, outside...outside..."
Before he finished speaking, another shout came from outside: "Get him down and send him to the official..."
Then there was a faint flash of torches.
This is the case in a place like this. There are too many people living nearby. If something happens to someone's family, everyone around them will be alarmed. A noisy group of people will rush forward, as if the sky is falling.
"Ignore them." The manager of the Zhang family ordered.
As soon as he finished speaking, the servant who came to report the news said: "Steward, they are arresting our people. Ding San and I were guarding outside. Ding San said that he heard the noise and went to look around, and then did not come back. Just now
I heard someone shouting, so I walked over to look and saw Ding San...Ding San lying on the wall of someone else's house."
"What?" Veins popped up on the steward's forehead and he immediately went outside to check.
Crowds gathered in front of a yard, and a man from this family was leading someone to drag a man lying on the wall. The man's clothes seemed to be caught by the branches in the yard, and for a moment he couldn't get out.
Everyone pulled and pulled, and the man screamed.
The man standing in front used a torch to see clearly, and it turned out that his arm was stuck in the branch.
"You little thief really deserves it."
When everyone saw this, some people began to stab the thief in the body with wooden sticks.
"I...I'm not...a thief...I didn't...steal anything..." Ding San struggled.
"You're not trying to steal anything, what are you doing here?"
"I...I...don't know..." Ding San couldn't remember what happened. It seemed like his leg was hit by something, so he went to check around, and then...a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes.
, he knew nothing. When he woke up, he was already on the wall, and alerted the man in the family, who looked at him with a pair of fierce eyes.
Then he was regarded as a thief.
Ding San turned his head and looked around in panic. He just hoped that the Zhang family would know about it and come to save him. Wherever he looked, he saw the manager of the Zhang family who came in a hurry, as if grasping a life-saving straw.
, Ding San immediately shouted: "Steward... help me quickly..."
Everyone followed the man's cry and saw a group of people walking towards him with ferocious looks.
"It turns out there are accomplices." The people who came to catch the thief shouted.
"Is it possible that there are still bandits in Beijing?"
"These people have sticks in their hands and cannot be offended."
"Hurry up and report it to the officials, let them arrest you..."
Seeing Ding San on the wall, the manager of the Zhang family looked unspeakably gloomy: "Why are you still standing there in a daze? Get him down quickly and take him away."
"Wait a minute," someone stopped in front of Ding San, "Who are you and where are you taking people?"
The manager of the Zhang family snorted coldly: "He won't steal your things. This must be a misunderstanding."
"Misunderstand?"
"The man is still lying on the wall. How could it be a misunderstanding? If he hadn't accidentally trapped him, he might have stolen something and escaped."
"To meet an official, you must meet an official."
Amidst the noise, a servant of the Zhang family said: "Do you know who we are?"
"No matter who you are, you must abide by the laws of the Zhou Dynasty," Huang Qinghe's voice sounded, "I am Huang Qinghe, the general judge of Shuntian Prefecture."
After hearing this, the crowd moved aside.
Huang Qinghe walked forward slowly and saw Ding San on the wall: "This person is suspected of climbing over the wall and breaking into the house. He should be sent to the Yamen for interrogation. Where is the owner of this family?"
The man from this family immediately came forward: "Here."
"Master of Suffering, the thief and the witness go to the Yamen together, and the right and wrong will naturally be judged."
After Huang Qinghe finished speaking, he turned around and looked at Manager Zhang: "If you have anything to say, let's talk to Shuntian Mansion!"
Even if he climbed the wall and didn't break into the house, it was just a small crime, but Huang Qinghe just used this as an excuse to suppress them. This is what happened tonight. They were at a disadvantage, and... if Huang Qinghe had not restrained him because of his failure,
His subordinates made a counter-accusation against him. I am afraid that next time he will not be able to come to interrogate the old woman openly.
In front of so many people, the manager of the Zhang family could only swallow his breath and gave Huang Qinghe a meaningful look.
Ding San was pushed off the wall, and a group of people walked towards Shuntian Mansion Office.
Huang Qinghe looked at the back of the manager of the Zhang family thoughtfully.
There must be someone helping him secretly. Who is it?
"Sir," the old woman stepped forward and said, "Are you in a hurry to leave? If not, let the old woman pour you a cup of hot tea!"
Huang Qinghe was about to refuse.
The old woman sighed: "Sir, do you know that there was a fire here? Many people were burned to death."