Dayong Nu sentenced to death

Su Rao rarely had a good night's sleep.

At three poles high in the sun, Xiao Nan had already entered the palace. She had eaten breakfast and was going to Dali Temple to see the situation, but she was stopped when she just went out.

"Master Su, my lady invites you to go and have a talk."

Su Rao looked at the pretty little maid in front of her, and then followed her gaze, and saw an unremarkable carriage parked in the alley not far away.

Always being blocked at the door of the house to 'invite' her, she is probably the only one in Shengjing who is treated like this.

"Who is your lady?"

Su Rao asked.

The little servant girl bowed her knees and said, "My surname is Zhou."

Mr.Zhou……

Su Rao immediately understood the identity of this person, and remembered that Lu Heng mentioned yesterday that the examiner who was detained in the palace, Zhou Qian, a member of the Ministry of Rites, was Zhou Yin's father.

She raised her foot and walked towards the carriage.

When he got close, the coachman consciously put the footstool in place, and then retreated to both ends of the alley together with the maid, carefully guarding.

Su Rao pushed open the car door, bent down and got in.

"It's rude to invite you to meet in this way."

The woman sitting in the carriage looked sluggish, even if she deliberately put on rouge, she still looked sleepy, not as beautiful as when she first met her.

Su Rao sat across from her, looked at her eyes, and said lightly: "You are still sick, you can't take care of it in the mansion, why did you come out?"

"Even you have heard of it."

Zhou Yin's pale lips pursed slightly, showing a very shallow smile: "My illness is nothing serious, I just don't bother to show my face to deal with it, just looking for an excuse."

The whole city of Shengjing knew that Xie Yin was back.

The old marriage contract has been kept for several years. I don't know how many people outside are waiting to see her laugh, so why should she take advantage of those people's wishes.

It's better to be quiet in the mansion, and still think about some things.

Seeing the sadness and silence hidden deep in her eyes, Su Rao sighed deeply in her heart when she thought of what she saw and heard in the peach forest that day.

Heart disease also requires heart medicine.

Her obsession is too deep, she can't see through this obscurity, and others can't help.

"What are you looking for me for today?"

Su Rao took the initiative to change the topic, Zhou Yin's dim eyes flickered, and finally remembered the purpose of this trip, "To be honest, my father was convicted and sent to prison. I know that His Majesty allowed you to participate in the imperial examination case, and you can freely enter and leave Dali Temple Prison, I want to ask you for a favor."

"You should know that there is a limit to what I can do."

Su Rao said calmly.

"That's natural. I don't dare to ask for extravagance. It's just that the prison is cold and damp. Father is old and I'm afraid he won't be able to bear the pain. Can you send me some clothes and ointment?"

Zhou Yin looked at her expectantly, grabbed the package beside her, and pleaded: "You can check the contents here, except for daily necessities, there is nothing else."

"I thought you were going to ask about the case..."

Su Rao looked at the burden quietly, her voice was like a cloud like a fog.

Zhou Yin smiled wryly when he heard the words: "So what if I ask, after all, I am a boudoir woman and cannot interfere with court affairs."

After finishing speaking, she seemed to feel that this was not right. Isn't the person sitting in front of her the only female official in Dayong Dynasty Hall?

Thinking of this, shame flashed across her eyes, but she quickly adjusted, raised her eyes and said seriously: "I believe you and Yan Shizi will be able to find out the truth and return my father's innocence."

"The case will be investigated."

Su Rao nodded and said.

"Then this thing..."

Zhou Yin tightened his grip on the bundle, looked at her tentatively, Su Rao sighed lightly and stretched out his hand to take it, and said in a low voice, "I will deliver the things for you, but it may not be able to be delivered to Master Zhou."

"Anyway, thank you very much."

The current situation is special, the Zhou family is now on the cusp of the storm, and even her relatives and old friends avoid her, let alone go around to find out the news.

She and Su Rao have only met twice.

Nodding acquaintance.

Zhou Yin was overjoyed to help her with this favor. If even Su Rao cannot be sent in, it shows that the situation is grim, and the situation in the prison... must not be optimistic.

A thin layer of sweat broke out on Zhou Yin's palm unconsciously.

"The case has not yet been settled, so don't think too much, just go back home and rest."

The complexion of the person in front of him was too pale, so pale without a trace of blood, Su Rao couldn't help but say a word of relief, no matter how much she said, there was nothing left.

Zhou Yinhun nodded absent-mindedly.

"I still have to go to the yamen, so I'll take my leave first."

Su Rao got out of the carriage carrying the bundle, the maid and the coachman quickly surrounded her, seeing the things in her hand, her eyes were slightly red, and she saluted silently.

"Take care of your young lady, these days are not peaceful, try not to let her go out and walk around."

"Yes."

The two agreed.

Su Rao went to Banyue Xiaozhu, untied the rein tied to the stake, turned on her back, and rushed straight to the Yamen.

She went back to the Prosecutor's Office to make arrangements, and went to Dali Temple instead.

Others wanted to follow, but it was inconvenient for too many people to move, so she only had Xun Zeli and Gu Cheng with her.

Just find someone to guide you.

The place where Li Mi was detained was not far from the place where the eight examiners were detained. Su Rao took the package and entered the Dali Prison. After thinking about it, she went to Zhou Qian's place first.

The unique musty smell in the prison cell lingers at the tip of the nose, and the light is very dark, all illuminated by the oil lamp on the wall. The dancing flames pull their shadows, twisting treacherously on the stone wall.

"Master Su, this way."

The jailer led her to turn a corner. The cells on both sides were empty. Su Rao glanced at her and asked strangely, "Where are the prisoners in the prison?"

"There were not many prisoners in Dali Temple Prison, and they were all moved to the other side under the order of Master Yan. This side was specially cleared out to detain relevant prisoners."

As he spoke, there were bursts of screams from behind.

The shrill voice scratched one's eardrums like a sharp knife, everyone's footsteps stopped slightly, and Xun Zeli looked back.

The jailer said: "Don't worry about him, he is a flower picking thief who has just been caught. He has ruined many girls from good families, and he still has his life on his back."

"Your Dali Temple still manages such cases?"

Xun Zeli was very surprised.

"Come on, there are so many criminal cases and miscellaneous affairs that cannot be handled by Jingzhao Mansion alone."

The jailer led them all the way inside, and soon heard a human voice, and as they approached, the voice gradually became louder, "Splash him, wake him up with salt water, continue."

"It can't go on."

Another voice sounded, preventing the yamen servant from approaching, "It has been interrogated all night, and what he wants to say has already been said."

"Then what do you say? Just spend time with him like this?"

"Master Song, I know you are anxious, but you have to let him catch his breath. If you are tortured one after another like this, even your body made of iron will not be able to bear it."

A person was tied to a wooden stake in the middle of the cell. His prison clothes were soaked in blood, his head drooped, and he did not know whether he was alive or dead. The wall behind him was covered with instruments of torture.

The soldering iron was burning red in the fire.

There were a few people standing next to him, dressed in official robes, with sullen expressions on their faces, one of them reached for the soldering iron in the charcoal basin, and said angrily, "I don't believe that I can't pry his mouth open."