Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 101 Punishment?

When people sit in public houses, misfortunes fall from the sky.

Xishi Ling never expected that he would still live in the prison. It is said that the prison was built underground and had more than a hundred cells. , I don't know if I should feel honored?

The platform prison was completed, but Li Qianyou, the imperial historian, hadn't come in handy yet, so Fan Zheng used it first.

The censor Wei Wei hesitated a little: "It seems inappropriate to let the censor handle the case in a mere way,"

Li Qianyou nodded: "It's really inappropriate. Let a censor attendant go to the stage prison to pretend to be the presiding judge. Let Tang Lin go, and Fan Zheng will actually interrogate. The procedure is correct."

As an organization that catches people, it cannot turn people around. The complete process is very important.

Wei Wei was slightly surprised, the doctor Yushi's posture was to escort Fan Zheng!
Li Qianyou sighed: "A censor of iron, a doctor of censors with flowing water. I only want to have a good reputation in office. It's a pity that talents like Ma Zhou can be let go at the censor, but it was not me at the time." Be a royal doctor."

"Fan Zheng's talent is not as good as Ma Zhou's, but if he dares to break through, we predecessors should also plant trees for future generations, so don't let people feel chilled."

Wei Chou crossed his hands: "The censor has a heart, and the officials admire it!"

Li Qianyou turned around with a smile.

Although there are still minds, but not many.

He was able to take care of the little Fan Zheng directly because his wife paid homage to the queen with a group of foreign wives on the day of Double Ninth Festival. When enjoying the chrysanthemum and having a banquet, the queen said lightly "caring for the subordinates".

When meeting someone who is careless, there is no big difference between saying this and not saying it, but Li Qianyou is a fine person.

Li Qianyou's attitude towards his subordinates was the same, neither far nor near, neither harmful nor helpful.

To put it bluntly, everyone works for the emperor, and you are nothing like me, so of course you will not protect me.

However, Li Qianyou had to think about what Empress Changsun said, Fan Zheng was the only person in Yushitai who had something to do with Empress Changsun. Isn't this a lice on the monk's head?
Otherwise, why let him open the newly built prison?
The opening of a new folk shop has to be hosted by the owner.

Inside the prison, the censor Tang Lin, who was nearly forty years old, sat on the back of his chair, sipping the tea soup he made himself.

The general method of tea soup is similar, but there will be subtle differences due to the increase or decrease of ingredients, the degree of heat, and the difference in technique. It is still the most suitable for the taste of cooking by yourself.

Li Qianyou sent Tang Lin to support Fan Zheng because although Tang Lin was an old judge, he had a generous temper. He even got sick once and the servant made the wrong medicine.

Fan Zheng didn't want to go outside for interrogation, but chose to interrogate in a relatively dark prison. In Tang Lin's mind, there must be other arrangements.

"West City Commander Feng Yanping, during his time in charge of the West City Office, there were many illegal incidents such as blackmailing Hu merchants. You can voluntarily confess to avoid suffering."

Fan Zheng's voice was erratic, and his face flickered under the reflection of the torch.

Feng Yanping didn't answer, but murmured to himself: "My brother, Feng Yandao, is a fifth-rank Shangzhongshu Sheren, you can't do anything else, or you will be impeached."

Feng Yandao was the same age as Fan Zheng, and also a ten-year adult in Zhenguan. He jumped from the falsely taught Qianniu to the Zhongshu Sheren in one step, and his steps were so enviable.

There is no way, there is a deceased Shangshu Youpushe and Ayefeng Deyi, the Duke of Miguo, who started faster than others.

slow!
Feng Yandao was born in the 12th year of Daye in the Sui Dynasty, Fan Zheng was the same, and it was 13 years since Li Yuan attacked Chang'an City, counting the time of pregnancy in October, there is a time difference of nearly two years, why everyone turned a blind eye Woolen cloth?

Fan Zheng wouldn't believe who Fan Zheng was the son of. Even if there was no bronze mirror at home, wouldn't there be a water basin?

If you take a photo on the water, they are [-]% similar, and it is impossible to be another baby.

The only explanation is that in the troubled times back then, people didn't care about etiquette at all, and only bought a ticket after getting on the bus for two years.

Hiss, Aye and Auntie are amazing!

No wonder my uncle's house didn't like to be seen very much and hardly moved around.

"Since you don't recruit, let's punish him."

Fan Zheng snorted.

Liu Yan reminded in a low voice: "Isn't it good? This new penalty is easy to kill."

Fan Zheng slapped the table: "I invented the fruit offering from immortals, what's the point of dripping water and wearing stones? Let's do it!"

Several officers tied Feng Yanping to the wooden frame and lay flat, his body firmly tied into the word "Tai".

"What are you guys doing? Help! Yushitai is going to kill someone!"

The belated Feng Yanping yelled sharply, struggling in vain, it was useless.

If the rope tied to the questioner can be loosened, it proves that the questioner's craftsmanship is not good enough, and he will be ridiculed by his colleagues.

His weight was nothing compared to the heavy wooden frame, and his struggle was like a fly shaking a tree.

A copper basin was placed under Feng Yanping's wrist, and a hand-cleaning knife was wiped across his left wrist. The ticking sound entered Feng Yanping's ears, it was so terrifying.

Then, everyone left, even the torches were extinguished, leaving only the boundless darkness and the sound of dripping blood.

Feng Yanping roared, cried, and begged, but the prison was still eerily quiet.

All his life, Feng Yanping really knew what it was like to live like a year.

Blood was dripping unhurriedly, but Feng Yanping knew that this meant life was passing by.

The body is getting cold!

(Voice-over: Nonsense, don't look at what season it is now.)
"Help! I'm going to die! I'll recruit, I'll recruit anything!"

Feng Yanping cried and laughed, and shouted in a hoarse voice.

Even if he beheaded with a single blow, Feng Yanping wouldn't lose his composure like this, this drop of water and stone is too tortured!
The fire was finally lit in the prison, Liu Yan was in charge of recording the statement, and then Hua Ming asked people to release Feng Yanping's right hand, signed and pressed his fingerprints, and walked one by one.

"Supervising the censor, this kind of interrogation method, the old man opened his eyes. Why don't you hurry up and find a medical worker to come over and treat the injury?"

It was also Tang Lin's first experience with this technique.

Fan Zheng waved his hand: "There's no need to find a medical worker, he hasn't even broken his skin, and the hand-relief knife hasn't even started yet!"

Feng Yanping, who was untied by the question, looked at his left wrist in disbelief, there was no blood at all!
The torch was lit again, and in the corner, a hanging water bag was dripping water into the copper basin.

Feng Yan wept loudly, unexpectedly, he was intimidated by this little trick.

Fan Zheng felt that Feng Yanping should feel honored to have enjoyed the legendary experiment in a California prison in a certain country more than 1000 years in advance.

Tang Lin's body froze, and it took a long time for him to return to normal.

Today's young people know how to play. If Feng Yanping can't play with this trick, even a veteran master will not be able to find out the problem.

"Forgive me for relying on the old to sell the old. The purpose of the penalty is to try the case. The supervisory censor must not put the cart before the horse."

Fan Zheng readily followed Tang Lin's advice, but he didn't know what Lai Junchen and the others would think later.

(End of this chapter)