But the bright moon shines on the ditch

It can be said that An Jiu's question was full of loopholes.

First of all, when Liang Peiqiu returned to Xiaoqingyuan last night, she didn't ask the concierge. They all said that they heard the sound of fighting in the backyard the night before, but they were all ordinary people. They didn't have sticks at their side, so how could they dare to show their faces? What's more, the nursing staff at Anqing Kiln were drugged out early in the morning.

When there was no movement in the backyard, they went out to take a look. The imaginary rivers of blood and corpses strewn everywhere were gone. The backyard was clean as if nothing had happened. Later, the inspection department came to search and found nothing.

The words of thieves are just empty words.

Secondly, even if the thieves fled back to Anqing kiln after being arrested by the whole city, how can we prove that Anqing kiln and the thieves colluded? There were no witnesses or physical evidence.

Even if there is, it may be caused by thieves. As the boss, she is at best negligent in her duties. What does she have to do with thieves?

Finally, it was said that she had some conspiracy against Dong Ling Ci. What was her motive?

After three questions, there was only the sound of cold snow in the hall, and there was no sound.

An Jiu lowered his head and stood in front of the plaque "A Mirror Hangs High". After a long moment, he turned around and walked up to her, raised his hand and pinched her chin: "You mean, I have wronged you because of my white teeth?"

Without waiting for her answer, he turned around and pointed at Yang Chenggong who was sitting next to him, and asked loudly: "This person disguised himself as a man, ignored the etiquette and laws, violated the prohibition of kilns, and it is not allowed by nature. Mr. Yang, the Ceramic Industry Supervision Committee puts you first, so you can say What crime does this person deserve?"

Mr. Yang stroked his beard and said calmly: "The Supervisory Committee has only been established for three days, and the old system and the new rules are still being adjusted."

"Then according to Mr. Yang's intention, if the old system and the new rules are not adjusted well, the supervision will not make decisions one day?"

"That's not what I meant, but..."

"Then the bad customs and customs that Sanyao Jiuhui has been adhering to for many years belong to the old system. Shouldn't we just supervise it? Otherwise, it will be like an old woman's foot wrap, and it will get longer and longer."

Yang Gong was choked and did not dare to continue easily.

What An Jiu said clearly meant that if Liang Peiqiu was not held accountable for disregarding old customs and entering the kiln as a daughter, then there would be no accountability for the three kilns and nine societies who took advantage of the loopholes in the old system to cheat.

Liang Peiqiu smiled: "If you want to accuse me, why bother?"

"Want to impose a crime?" An Jiu looked at her again, "After all, you still don't admit that you made a forbidden mistake?"

"What's wrong with me?"

Liang Peiqiu asked him, "In the old system, women were not allowed to enter the kilns because they were certain that women were unlucky and would be feared by the God of Fire, which would make things difficult for the kiln. But since then, I have started to watch the fire, and the rate of young men in the Anqing kiln has increased year by year. Climbing up, the days are getting more prosperous year by year. In addition to the Anqing kiln, I am often invited to other folk kilns to watch the fire. Which time is it not filled with applause? The people in the town praise me as the god of fire and give me the name of the little god. Isn't this enough to show that women are not unlucky things? Mr. An keeps saying that I am guilty and I am wrong. I really don't know where my sin is and where I am wrong. Who has been hurt? Who has been harmed? According to me, The unreasonable dregs should be eliminated. This is completely different from using the old system to kill people and get goods. How can they be compared?"

"You are so sharp-tongued. I wonder why I never saw you clearly before."

An Jiu turned around this time, looked at Zhou Qiguang who was sitting high in the court, clasped his fists and said, "Sir Zhou, this person has the courage to hide in a civilian kiln for more than ten years in the body of a man. His character is very different from ordinary people. I don't think it will be very difficult if he doesn't need to be punished." Make her confess."

Zhou Qiguang glanced at Liang Peiqiu at the foot of the stairs and met her eyes.

She pursed her lips and smiled, one part comfortable, one part clear, and one part rebellious, all showing the courage to not be afraid of death.

This woman.

"What? Master Zhou has any doubts?" Seeing Zhou Qiguang's silence, An Jiu stepped forward and stood between the two of them.

This time Zhou Qiguang looked at An Jiu.

He knew that An Jiu made such a fuss, and it was false to teach Liang Peiqiu, but it was true to lead out the person behind her. Obviously, An Jiu had already suspected them.

In order to avoid affecting the investigation of the attack on Sanyao Jiuhui, Yang Gong could pick himself out and ignore Liang Peiqiu, but what about him?

At the same time, An Jiu was also considering this issue. Why should Zhou Qiguang give him convenience? Just to sell him face? Does he have such a great reputation?

He would not be so naive as to think that Zhou Qiguang, who was his brother-in-law, was a soft persimmon, otherwise the Queen Mother would not have asked him to come over alone to raise issues before leaving the capital. With the Queen Mother's support, why did he need to sell his face?

If not, what is his intention?

Looking back on the previous encounters with Zhou Qiguang, it seemed that Liang Peiqiu was present every time.

Is it really just a coincidence?

The two people's eyes met, and in a short period of time, they each traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers. In the end, Zhou Qiguang raised his hand and generously handed over the power of one parent's official position: "This matter originated from the imperial kiln factory and is related to winter porcelain. I'd rather go to waste than indulge in it. Mr. An, please do it."

"it is good."

Although An Jiu was not sure whether the person related to Liang Peiqiu was Zhou Qiguang, judging from his attitude, he was much more sincere than Yang Chenggong.

An Jiu couldn't help but turn behind him: "Does Mr. Yang have any objections?"

Yang Chenggong pretended to be deaf while holding tea.

An Jiu snorted coldly, and without summoning the yamen servant to come to court, he personally pulled out a soft whip from his waist, and before anyone could react, he struck Liang Peiqiu hard on the back with the whip. She was caught off guard and cried out in pain.

Yang Gong shouted "Ouch" and the bowl almost broke to the ground. Meeting An Jiu's unhappy gaze, he pretended to be calm and put the tureen on the coffee table, stroking his chest and muttering to himself that he was about to get sick from being frightened.

Zhou Qiguang didn't react much, but his face was a little pale.

An Jiu looked around, not believing that Liang Peiqiu was cornered and the man refused to help. The competition now is who is more ruthless and who can bear the threat of her being beaten to death.

So the whip struck Liang Peiqiu all over her body, causing her skin to be torn and her flesh to be bloody.

Mr. Yang never liked the idea of ​​giving in and getting beaten up, so he couldn't stand it early, walked to the patio and turned his back to the court. But in the courtroom, Xu Zhiliu's hand unconsciously covered the gavel.

He wanted to yell at An Jiu to stop, or interrogate the woman on his behalf and ask the woman to plead guilty, so as not to suffer more physical pain. But she didn't look at him from beginning to end. She only looked up and stared at the beams, her eyes closed, her eyelashes trembling uncontrollably.

There was blood flowing between her lips and teeth, making her black hair wet. She only had a thin autumn coat on her body, which could not support any criminal law.

Xu Zhiliu's fingers pressed against the gavel wood, grinding the hard texture of the camphor wood inch by inch, as if trying to carve a hole out of it. He didn't understand what she was looking at, and neither did Anjiu.

He was whipped again and again, with such force that the pain was frightening. He felt ridiculous for his pain, so he exerted more force, trying to pull away the unnecessary emotions and return himself to his original position.

He gasped for air, and his palms were so sore that he could hardly hold the whip, but he did not stop, and continued with another hand. Not satisfied with this alternation, he kicked her over, so that she could no longer raise her head. The head must be bowed toward him.

So, at the moment when she rolled to the ground and the skirt of her clothes opened due to the pushing and friction, several bright red and messy hickeys jumped into view. An Jiujiu was shocked, and immediately grabbed her collar and tore it apart.

"Okay, not only is it against the law, but it's also lewdness, you shameless woman!" He leaned closer to her neck and lowered his voice, "How was it? It was a fun night, wasn't it? Dadong Liang's family, do you still have to be grateful to me?"

"Pooh."

Liang Peiqiu took advantage of An Jiu's unpreparedness, spat in his face, and forcibly broke free from the restraints. An Jiu didn't feel angry, he casually brushed his face with his palm, then pulled her back, his lips were attached to her cheek, and her face was close to hers.

"What are you upset about? Is it because your lover didn't take good care of you?"

He smiled and glanced at her chest intentionally or unintentionally, "In that case, how about I find a few people to accompany you? What kind of man do you like? A gangster, or..."

As he spoke, his hand explored her neck and slowly moved down. Liang Peiqiu felt a chill all over her body and had goosebumps. She desperately tried to break away, scolding An Jiu while using her hands and feet to fight back.

Even so, she didn't shout for help.

She knew that no one in this hall would save her life.

She wanted to laugh, so she laughed too, scolded her more fiercely, and punched and kicked her more fiercely. But the more she resisted, the more excited An Jiu became. He firmly restrained her with his big palm and half-circled her in his arms. Her clothes were stained with blood, and her body was almost visible.

But there was a loud noise, as if tables and chairs collided and fell to the ground, and someone walked down the hall quickly.

An Jiu seemed unaware, her eyes burned by the mottled marks on her snow-white skin, and she wanted like a madman to inflict the pain she had experienced a hundred times a thousand times on her. In that incense-scented room that exuded the unpleasant and decaying smell of the old eunuch, scenes of intimacy and lewd play replayed themselves in his mind.

He laughed evilly.

Almost at the same moment, a hand stretched out from the side and pulled the person away, stopping a violent conflict. The old man in his 60s looked frail, but his hand strength was astonishing. He pressed down on Xu Zhiliu's wrist bones, making him unable to move.

At this time, a dark cloud suddenly floated above the fair and spotless hall. The dark clouds were huge, covering up the thin sunlight, and in a blink of an eye, it was dark. A sound of whipping, roaring, groaning, and intertwined breathing fell in the place where no light could be seen.

It wasn't until the person being tortured couldn't bear it anymore that he fainted, and all the chaotic sounds stopped. The dark clouds have gone and the sky is bright again. The sunlight gradually accumulates thickly and shines directly down without any obstruction, making it look dazzling.

Xu Zhiliu then opened his eyes and looked around, opening his ears to listen to the noise of everything.

He carefully controlled every move he made, not breathing or looking back, for fear that if the tail of his eyes moved, it would cause a flash flood.

Behind him, Mr. Yang moved lightly, stopped somewhere, and sighed slowly. The sound was extremely soft, and it reached the ears along with the footsteps, making the ears ring. He endured the sharp pain in his ear and heard Yang Gong say that he should be put in a cell for the time being and we would discuss it later.

An Jiu didn't object, someone brought him a copper basin, cleaned his hands, and strode away.

When passing by him, An Jiu smiled at him.

What is he laughing at?

What is he laughing at!