"Fu Shu, do you know your guilt?"

A loud "pop" sound woke Fu Shu up. She endured the pain under her knees and looked around. The scene in front of her surprised her.

Isn't she dead? She was supposed to be transformed into genetically encoded fragments to benefit mankind, but she was inexplicably kneeling here and being questioned before she signed anything.

Could this be the Palace of the King of Hell?

She carefully looked at the people standing on both sides of the hall. They were uniformly dressed in blue-gray ancient costumes and holding long wooden boards in their hands. They looked very important. These people all had shadows, and they should not be ghosts or monsters.

There is a man and woman kneeling behind and to his right. The woman has a delicate appearance and is crying profusely. The man is comforting her with a warm voice. It seems that they are a couple.

Coming to this conclusion, Fu Shu felt a dull pain in his heart.

Before she had time to think about it, she raised her head and looked straight ahead: a wide wooden case, with a person sitting behind it, wearing a light-colored official uniform, a black gauze hat, a pair of thick black eyebrows, red phoenix eyes hanging from the nose, and red lips.

The curvature is slightly gentle, but the figure is rich and handsome, with a face as beautiful as jade, making him a handsome man.

The man was holding a piece of brown-red wood in his hand. He thought that the sound just now was made by this piece of wood.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Fu Shu guessed that she must have come to ancient times. As for how she came here and what the situation is now, she had no idea.

"Do you know you are guilty?" After the case, the man met Fu Shu's eyes and raised the corner of his mouth to ask again.

Although Fu Shu didn't know what happened, it was absolutely inappropriate to plead guilty at this moment. She lowered her head and replied in a deep voice: "My lord, Fu Shu is stupid and doesn't know what crime he committed."

Before the man could speak, another voice came from the side of the case: "You are so bold and unruly, and you still refuse to plead guilty? Do you want to get slapped with a slap in the face?"

At this moment, Fu Shu discovered that there was another person standing next to the wooden case. The person looked to be around forty, wearing a dark blue gown. He was thin and had a deer head and rat eyes, but he had a graceful look. He was blowing his beard and staring.

, very ridiculous.

He must be the master in the Yamen.

"I dare to ask, sir, how can Fu Shu plead guilty if he doesn't know what crime he committed?" She looked at the master calmly: "Master said this because he wanted to beat him into submission?"

Wei Ziyuan was shocked when he saw Fu Shu's clear eyes. It wasn't that he said that Fu Tiancheng's daughter was timid, cowardly and not good at words, but it didn't look like that now.

His eyes were dark, and his big mung bean eyes were full of evil, and he yelled angrily: "How brave! What a sharp-tongued, ungrateful girl! Come on, beat me!"

The two government officials closest to him were about to step forward with the boards in their hands, but the man behind the case stopped him with a gentle voice: "Wait a minute. Mr. Wei, this is my first case since I took office, and I will never let the people of Li County get beaten up."

Impression, you say, yes or no?"

Wei Ziyuan looked unhappy when he heard him stop him, but he quickly adjusted his expression, bent down and clasped his fists, and said sincerely: "My lord, I don't want to give in, but this woman killed her own father and slandered her fellow sect, so stubborn! Sir

When you first come to Li County, you must not give these heinous people a reputation as weak and easy to bully!"

After hearing what he said, Fu Shu realized that it turned out to be such a serious crime as killing his father.

Let's not talk about how much hatred he would have to murder his biological father. With his thin body, his knees were sore and he was covered in cold sweat after kneeling for a while. She believed that he could crush an ant to death. When it came to killing someone, it was probably a bit difficult.

The woman who had been sobbing quietly behind her also spoke up: "Senior sister, just admit it. The evidence is conclusive, so why go through this? Master treats me like a biological father. You have done such a thing, and I should not do it again." I have been involved with you. But I have been in the same family for seven years, and seeing you suffer the consequences makes me... heartbroken..."

"Is the evidence conclusive?" Fu Shu asked, "What evidence?"

The woman raised her pretty little face and said timidly: "I clearly saw you... kill the master."

"Oh?" Fu Shu became interested when he heard this and turned his head: "Did you see me kill my father? Then let me ask you, when and where did you see me committing the murder?"

"Yesterday at midnight, I passed by the door of the east chamber and saw you inside." The woman responded fluently.

"Then how did I commit the murder?" Fu Shu's eyes were slightly cold and he continued to ask.

"I heard you arguing with the master. You asked the master to pass down the recipe to your family. The master didn't agree and slapped you. Then, you took the knife... wuwu... senior brother..." The woman seemed to be extremely frightened. He threw himself into the arms of the man next to him, whimpering.

"Fu Shu, what are you asking Yu Ge for?" The man's face was somewhat heroic. He was glaring at Fu Shu and asked sternly.

"Quiet!" Wei Ziyuan saw the chaos in the scene and shouted: "The evidence is conclusive, Fu Shu, what else do you have to say?"

"Since Master asked me, I have a lot to say." Fu Shu smiled faintly and said loudly: "Let's not talk about Junior Sister, why a woman happened to pass by my father's door in the middle of the night; even if it was the person I killed, She wouldn't be stupid enough to open the door wide and commit murder. This is interesting. How did Junior Sister hear the content of the dispute so clearly?"

"The strangest thing is that a good disciple who regarded his master as his own father watched helplessly as his master was being killed. He just didn't save him. He didn't even call anyone, and went back to sleep. The next day You reported to the official in the morning. Why, are you afraid that your master is not dead?" Fu Shu sneered: "My father is really a good apprentice!"

"I..." The woman was about to speak when she was interrupted by the man next to her: "Don't argue! Yuge was too frightened and cried all night, which delayed the reporting!"

Fu Shu saw that the two people's eyes were wandering, and there must be something wrong. He said mercilessly: "Did you watch my murder with her, or did you stay with her silently last night? Otherwise, how would you know if she cried all night?" I think this junior sister is not married yet, right?"

This woman has not combed her hair into a bun, so she is naturally a young lady.

"Senior sister!" The woman looked up with tears in her eyes: "I know you are pleased with me, senior brother, but you can't insult my reputation in vain!"

Fu Shu was surprised. No wonder he felt a dull pain in his heart just now. It turned out that this was the crux.

But she didn't show it on her face, and her expression was calm: "It's your senior brother who insulted your reputation, not me."

"you……"

"Bold! You speak nonsense and despise the court. Fu Shu, you can plead guilty!" Seeing that things were getting out of control, Wei Ziyuan spoke quickly, as if Fu Shu was digging up his family's ancestral graves with hatred.

"Master Wei." The man in official uniform finally spoke, his tone was calm, and it didn't match the atmosphere in the courtroom at all. He seemed to be coming to watch a show.

"Yes, Mr. Su." Every time he was interrupted at a critical moment, Wei Ziyuan looked worried, but still bowed and waited for the man's instructions.

"I think Miss Fu's words are reasonable. There are many doubts about this case, so we can't convict rashly. If it is really an unjust case, neither you nor I can afford it if the higher-ups blame it." The man cupped his hands toward the east, meaning nothing.

And metaphor.

Wei Ziyuan thought to himself that the higher-ups had no time to take care of the case in this poor county, but he never dared to speak out, so he could only say with a smile: "Look, Mr. Su..."
Chapter completed!