Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 809 Do you think there is only one way?

If it had been anyone else, the imperial envoy would have left it to the people below to handle it, but Zheng Yiming, the original Jieyuan, decided to handle it himself, just to make sure everything was safe.

There was no trial in court, no witnesses or evidence, just a trial in this jail. Obviously everything was against the rules, but it just happened.

When the imperial envoy was interrogating here, officials such as the governor of Pingzhou and the examiner of Gongyuan were in the corner of the cell not far away. They just watched and listened from a distance and did not show up in front of Zheng Yiming.

When they heard Zheng Yiming's shouting and found out that he actually knew that his paper had been changed, both the imperial minister and the original officials in Pingzhou felt their hearts pounding.

"That's nonsense, beg to be beaten——"

While the imperial envoy shouted angrily, some officers and soldiers already opened the cell door and walked in.

How could Zheng Yiming admit such a thing that confuses right and wrong? But people also knew that no one would admit such a thing.

You have to give it a try. Even if Zheng Yiming knows how to do farm work at home, he is still a scholar. How can he withstand the torture of officials? He faints when the fists and whips are used, and then he is pinched and held by others, even if he admits it.
"Wow~" a sound.

After a basin of cold water came down, Zheng Yiming shuddered and was woken up again by someone splashing him. He curled up slightly and looked at the officers and soldiers around him, and then looked outside through the fence. He wanted to get up but was stepped on by someone.

"Zheng Yiming, you have already signed and pledged it!"

Zheng Yiming was startled and looked up through the fence. Under the dim light of the lantern, he could see his name signed on the piece of paper, with a handprint on it.

"I didn't sign, it's not my handwriting-"

"No, this is your handwriting, but when I saw your fierce words, it seemed that you had something else to hide?"

Zheng Yiming was stunned for a moment, his struggle weakened a little, and the official outside took a step closer to the fence, squatted down and said to him.

"Perhaps someone is trying to frame you?"

Zheng Yiming just looked at the official without saying anything. This was the first time tonight that he saw the official's face clearly. The official's face was solemn and his eyes were staring at him.

"The person who harmed you must have had a lot to do with this case. Perhaps he was the person who told you that your test papers had been changed. He deceived you and then asked you to report fraud in the imperial examination. This is actually killing someone with a borrowed knife! If you can explain the key to this person At this point, I promise that I will restore your innocence."

Scholars, especially those who are untouchables, have no experience and are naive. There are always some writers who are always daydreaming. Whether it is good or bad, they will go to extremes and are relatively easy to fool.

Perhaps if it were Zheng Yiming who had just come from Xiahe County to attend the Qiu Wei Festival, he would have regarded the imperial envoy's words as a life-saving straw in his panic.

It's just that the Zheng Yiming of today is not the Zheng Yiming of the past. He has read many books that ordinary Confucian scholars from Guiguo may not be able to read in their lifetimes. Among them are books written by Chu Hang in the last years of Chengxing. At that time, Chu Hang was more enthusiastic and radical. , treat people like this and govern like this.

After seeing the official's seemingly serious face and hearing his words clearly, Zheng Yiming just maintained the posture of being stepped on, dazed on the ground, as if he was stupid.

The silence lasted for a long time, until the official outside changed his face and lost his patience. He sat back on his chair and looked at the jailer next to him.

"Torture, stick on the stick!"

"Yes!"

Just now I was just punched, kicked and slapped with a horse whip, this is really going to be a severe punishment!

When the jailer came over with a clamp, Zheng Yiming was a little frightened and angry, but mostly sad.
Zheng Yiming's body was no longer stepped on. He struggled to retreat, but he could not resist the crowd. Except for his left and right thumbs, all eight fingers were bound to the clamping stick.

"Torture!"

The official's voice was calm outside, and the two jailers on the left and right immediately pulled hard on the drawstring.

"Uh-"

The pain came without any buffer, and Zheng Yiming screamed in an instant. As the jailer increased his intensity, the pain became more and more exaggerated.
"what--"

"You said you didn't want to tell me?"

Zheng Yiming knelt on the ground and wanted to fall down, but his hands were restrained by clamps and sticks. His whole body was twitching in pain, his teeth seemed to be bitten to pieces, and his body was completely wet with sweat.
"Don't tell me? I am an imperial envoy appointed by the emperor, and I represent the emperor. If your crime is presented to the emperor, the emperor will probably not even take a look at it. Even if he sees it, he will just read it and tell others. Save you the pain!"

Zheng Yiming's face was pale and he just looked at the official, but at this time he stopped making any sound. The jailers on both sides looked at each other and increased their intensity.

"Ho-uh. Ho-ho-ho-he-he-he."

At this moment, Zheng Yiming actually laughed miserably. The joy of truly understanding the sages' books and reading the strange books from Dayong completely disappeared, and the high-spirited and enthusiastic mood he once had disappeared.

Zheng Yiming's sad smile was so horrifying that several people inside and outside the cell felt as if their scalps were numb.

"Push harder! Push harder!"

After hearing the orders from the officials outside, the faces of the two jailers were almost distorted, and they slanted their bodies and pulled them to both sides.
Zheng Yiming couldn't laugh anymore, but his twisted face was still grinning, and tears burst out of his eyes uncontrollably, and then flowed into his mouth.

Zheng Yiming's sad smile was not just at himself, he was laughing at the imperial envoy and the court. The hope in his heart was gone. The Dagui court was already a swamp.
The scholar fell down, and the two jailers also subconsciously withdrew their strength.

"what happened?"

"Sir, he fainted."

"Then wake up!"

"Oh yes!"

Someone brought another basin of cold water, but this time the water was poured on, and Zheng Yiming did not wake up.
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I don’t know how much time has passed, but it’s already quiet in the cell.

Since the thunderstorm during the day, it has been cloudy outside, and there is no light from the stars and the moon this time, even though the oil lamp in the prison corridor is the only source of light. At the ventilation window of the semi-sunk cell, a cat sat there and looked down. The person in the cell lay there motionless, as if dead, but his eyelids trembled slightly at this time.

Zheng Yiming woke up from a coma. The moment he regained consciousness, he felt a heartbreaking pain in his hands. He just wanted to move his fingers, but the more severe pain almost made him faint.

"Hihhhh"

The phalanx may have been broken
Zheng Yiming's breathing was trembling. He had no hope to begin with, and now he was even more desperate. But it was not only himself who was desperate, but also the court.

He thought about his fate, which was nothing more than death, but what would happen to his mother after his death? No one would care for her until she died. For a mother who was an imperial concubine, it was conceivable that no relatives would take care of her.

In desolation, Zheng Yiming thought of Suping Inn again. The shopkeeper was shrewd enough, so maybe everything would be fine, but when he thought of Ke Xiaofa, his heart tightened again.

This child is a simple and kind-hearted person. I don’t know if he will do something stupid. If he does something to report, that will be exactly what he wants. I can only hope that the innkeeper will notice something is wrong.

"It's useless to think about it even if I'm going to die."

Zheng Yiming murmured mockingly to himself, but at this moment, a somewhat familiar female voice came from the cell passage.

"You won't die!"

Zheng Yiming was stunned for a moment, somewhat suspecting that he was hallucinating, but in the quiet cell, the footsteps that followed were also very clear.

A white dress first appeared outside under the dim light of the fire. Zheng Yiming propped up his upper body with his elbows and arms and saw Yu Xinmei appearing a few steps outside.

After all, Yu Xinmei couldn't help but show up. Regardless of the sword fairy or the great demon, I wouldn't dare to fight them if they really showed up.

"Miss Yu? Why are you here?"

Zheng Yiming always thought that Yu Xinmei was not from Pingzhou and had left here long ago, but she didn't want to see her again, let alone be here.

"Mr. Zheng, I'm sorry that it was me who sent the secret letter to the capital. I thought the court would thoroughly investigate the imperial examination fraud and I thought I could help you."

That's it, that's it.
Zheng Yiming's mood was complicated, but he also understood that the other party had good intentions, and he roughly guessed what kind of person the other party was. Who else could he be who could be recommended by secret letters to the capital and be in this prison?
"It turns out that Miss Yu is still a heroine in the world."

Yu Xinmei stood a few steps away from the fence, watching Zheng Yiming endure the pain and stand up with amazing willpower.

"Mr. Zheng, let me rescue you!"

Zheng Yiming sat on the bed and shook his head with a sad smile.

"I am already a prisoner of the imperial court. They have beaten me and slandered me. Officials from all over the imperial court are colluding with each other. Where can I escape? If I escape, what will happen to my mother? What will happen to the people I care about?"

"Saving one means saving, saving two, three, or even ten or twenty. If I can save you, I can also save others!"

Zheng Yiming looked at Yu Xinmei. She was a chivalrous woman who was passionate and happy with her grudges. She was indeed a sweetheart in the world, but the misery in his smile did not diminish.

"So what? Where can I go? What's the point of my life? The country is broken and the world is corrupt. Confucian scholars like me can't serve the country, can't prosper it, and can't save thousands of dawns in this world. Where can I go?"

Yu Xinmei looked at Zheng Yiming and realized that his energy was gone. She clenched her fists.

"Why can't you go? You can go to Dayong. The imperial examination in Dayong is not as strict as this poor place. With your talent and learning, you will definitely be able to start over, and you will definitely be appreciated. As long as you have the ability, you may not be unable to enter the court. official!"

Zheng Yiming smiled again.

"Dayong has many talented people, and many of them have become heroes throughout the world. It is indeed a good place. Even if it is thousands of miles away, it is not my home! People in Dayong don't know that there are so many refugees in Guiguo during the disaster. , I don’t know that our people are suffering from hunger.”

Zheng Yiming looked at Yu Xinmei and seemed to understand something in his heart.

"Perhaps Yu Nuxia comes from Dayong and cannot understand the hardships of this land and the sufferings of the people. You are highly skilled in martial arts and can come and go freely. If you can, help Zheng convey a few words to his mother, Xiaofa and the others. Consider it your last words."

Zheng Yiming already had death intentions, which was the despair after his ambition to serve the country was shattered.

Yu Xinmei couldn't stand it anymore, so she quickly stepped forward and got close to the fence, put her hands into the fence and made a virtual grab.

The next moment, there seemed to be a gust of wind in the cell. Zheng Yiming's figure slid over uncontrollably, and Yu Xinmei grabbed the front of his clothes with his left hand. Before he could react, he was slapped hard on the left side of his face.

"Crack~"

"To save the dawn of life, do you only rely on the imperial examination to become an official? The country of Gui is very corrupt, so you can rebel - the refugees are starving and have no way to survive, and they have no fear of death. Don't you Zheng Yiming not want to live either? Then why don’t you give it a try?”

The slap was so powerful that Zheng Yiming was knocked dizzy, but the deafening sound was still as clear as thunder.

"Om~"

A white light lit up on Zheng Yiming's chest, and the small sword that could not be released instantly shot towards Yu Xinmei who touched his body.

"Ding~"

Yu Xinmei's right hand held the flying small sword. The white light on the sword flickered on and off, making Zheng Yiming's face flicker.

"Mr. Zheng! Not everything you think is right, and there may not be only one way. Even if the road ahead is dead, wouldn't you try to open a way? Look, I am not a charlatan. The mage is right, This girl is a monster!”

"Click~" With a sound, the small sword was broken by Yu Xinmei.

(End of this chapter)