Daming female forensic doctor

Chapter 98: Grandson’s Accompanying Reading
If the food eaten in the dungeon of Lingqiu County Government Office is pig food, there is no words to describe the food in Zhao Prison. It is probably something that even the rats in the ditch will not touch and cannot be called food.

All the people who came in would try their best to poop after eating. They would poop for a few days until their bodies and bones were destroyed, but they did not lose their lives. If they survived, they were lucky.If you hold on, your last breath will be saved, and all the rest will be saved.

Jian Qing didn't dare to eat it, and she couldn't eat it either.

The person on the right is lying on the cold ground. I wonder if he is still alive or dead?Jian Qing knocked on the pillar, but there was no movement from the other party, and his upward abdomen did not rise and fall. Jian Qing suddenly became a little nervous and asked the inmate on the left, "Who is he? Is he dead?"

"It's normal for him to die. He was tortured very hard. Fortunately, it's cold now. Otherwise, the smell in this cell would be even worse!" The inmate on the left said, throwing something to Jian Qing, "Look, you are a scholar. , give me this book to read!”

Jian Qing said "thank you", she stuffed the book into her arms casually, and banged the cell door desperately, "Here, he's dead. Come and take a look and help him find a doctor!"

It was quiet in the prison. Everyone was sitting against the wall, looking at Jian Qing with cold and indifferent eyes, as if they were looking down at the gods on earth. In fact, these people were in hell and were not even qualified to look up to heaven. None.

Zhao Yingwen stopped and asked Wu Bo, "Why does this voice sound familiar?"

"Your Highness, this is Jian Wuzuo's voice!"

"The voice is quite loud. It seems that she feels quite adaptable to this place." Zhao Yingwen sneered, and he rolled up his sleeves, "I saw that when Uncle Nine Emperors went out, his clothes were thin. ?”

After he finished speaking, he took a few steps quickly.

Two jailers were having some drinks.Being a jailer here is quite hard. You are not allowed to light a fire. You are cold no matter how much you wear, so you have to rely on wine to keep your body warm.

"What's the fuss about?" A jailer came over while chewing a chicken leg and kicked Jian Qing. Jian Qing avoided it and pointed at the person on the ground on the right, "Is he dead? You don't even look at him. ?”

"Hey, boy, do you know where this place is? This is a prison. It's not normal for a lot of people to die. I can tell you, people have died in your cell. You won't be scared to death if you tell me. You, the most beloved nephew of the Empress, the Prince of Liang Guogong, were hanged here."

"There is also the room next door. Remember Ye Boju? He died here." The jailer pointed to the room on Jian Qing's left with a chicken drumstick in one hand and said with a smile, "Look how scared this kid is!"

Jian Qing couldn't express the grief and anger in her heart. She could endure any injustice or pain she suffered, but she couldn't bear to see injustice in the world.

Even if a person commits a heinous crime, he should still be tried and convicted by the law, and he should receive whatever punishment he deserves.However, if a person is imprisoned in this way, subjected to such inhuman crimes, and finally dies in such a cruel way, the crime he committed cannot serve as a warning to the world. If he is wronged, no one will know and cannot avenge him.

Where can there be justice in heaven and earth?

For a moment, Jian Qing was full of resentment towards the world.

"Cough cough!"

The jailer turned his head suddenly and saw the person coming. His hands shook in fright and the chicken legs fell to the ground.Wu Bo said sternly, "How is it appropriate to make a loud noise?"

"Damn the little one!"

All the jailers knelt down.The prisoners in the cells were leaning against the wall or slumped on the ground as if they were dead.

Only Jian Qing stood, wrapped in that gorgeous cloak, which made her look extremely out of place and incompatible with the atmosphere in the cell.

Zhao Yingwen took a look at the cloak on her body and guessed that it belonged to his noble and cold uncle Nine Emperors, who looked like a mortal.No wonder, when he met his Nine Emperors Uncle before he came in just now, the Nine Emperors Uncle was wearing so thin clothes.

However, Zhao Yingwen didn't think too much. After all, Jian Chong and Zhao Di had a master-disciple relationship.If Jian Chong's eldest son was thrown into the imperial prison, and Zhao Di didn't even look at it, it would be unreasonable.

Jian Qing looked at Zhao Yingwen and said, "Your Highness, this person may be dead. Can someone take a look at it? If he is really dead, he is the most serious person, so he should be helped to collect his body. If he is not dead, Just ask the doctor to help him find out what crime he has committed? What kind of punishment should he receive? Only by using the "Da Ming Law" to judge it can it be fair and just, leaving the people speechless!"

What a nerd!Wu Bo regretted that he had looked away. He thought that this boy had some energy in him. Who would have thought that he was actually a nerd who didn't understand current affairs!
What is fair and just? The emperor has the final say. Whoever the emperor says is guilty is guilty, and whoever the emperor says deserves to die should die.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Wu Bo was worried that the emperor's grandson would blame him for recommending the wrong person, so he stepped forward and shouted at Jian Qing, "This has nothing to do with you, Jian Zuo, you'd better think about it carefully and kill Bao." Where did Boss Hetang’s people go?”

Jian Qing ignored Wu Bo. She stared at the emperor's grandson with very persistent eyes. Zhao Yingwen couldn't bear this look, so he looked away. After a long time, he told the jailer, "Go in and take a look!"

The man was still breathing, and the jailer fed him a sip of water. The man reluctantly opened his eyes. Although his consciousness was slipping, he could hear what had just happened.

All the faint light in his eyes focused on Jian Qing.Jian Qing hurriedly took off the cloak and passed it through the gap between the pillars in the cell. "Put it on for him, please put it on for him."

"No, no need!" The man said with difficulty, "I am Lu Zhongheng, the Marquis of Ji'an. If my little brother can see Your Majesty, please tell Your Majesty for me that I am loyal to Your Majesty and have never had any objections or objections!"

After he finished speaking, he tilted his head and died completely.

The jailer threw it to the ground and said, "Bad luck!" and took a few steps back.

Jian Qing stared blankly at the person lying on the ground. He closed his eyes and looked peaceful, as if he had died a worthy death, but Jian Qing's heart could not calm down.

She turned to look at Zhao Yingwen and saw him frowning. She looked at Lu Zhongheng and probably sensed something strange about Jian Qing. She looked towards Jian Qing, was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said, "Have you figured it out? But Are you willing to be my companion?"

Zhao Yingwen thought that Jian Qing was frightened by Lu Zhongheng's death, and worried that he would die in such an unknown place in the future.

Jian Qing took a few steps back and sat against the wall, "Let me think about it for another two days."

"Oh, who do you think you are? The emperor's grandson asked you to be a reading companion because he thinks highly of you. You actually want to think about it. Do you know that after passing this village, there will be no more shops!" Wu said angrily.

Jian Qing was thinking, would one day she would really die here without any reason?
No, Jian Qing raised her head, her eyes full of determination, "Your Highness, I think that what the Ming Dynasty lacks is not a companion for the emperor's grandson, but a good writer!"

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(End of this chapter)