The old scholar frowned and couldn't help looking back at Tang Zheng. He seemed to be a little reluctant in his heart, and he mustered up the courage again: "What the sir must be a good advice, but I still want to ask what the meaning is?"

The detective smiled and said with a bright look: "We are all neighbors not far away. I respect you as an old scholar with fame. As the saying goes, people don't say secret words, so I don't hide this captain from you. You want to get this kid home to recruit a son-in-law, but do you know what his identity is?"

The old Confucian scholar couldn't help but take two steps back, as if he was frightened by the insination of the arrestee, but he still asked with a timid voice, "Please tell me clearly, what is this son's identity?"

The constable narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hint of mockery vaguely hung on the corner of his mouth, and said lightly: "In the past, his identity was an orphan. His hometown was in the Tangjia Village not far from the north of the city. He has been defeated by his parents since he was a child, and no one has taken care of him for many years. But it will be different from him in the future. Some people will care about him..."

"Will anyone care about him in the future?"

The old Confucian scholar's eyes flashed a little, as if he was curious and asked, and said carefully: "Who cares?"

"Who cares?"

The constable yelled and snorted: "Of course it's the government's management!"

Speaking of this, he suddenly took two steps forward, leaned down and stared at Tang Zheng on the ground, speaking with some point, as if he was hinting to the old Confucian scholar. He only heard him say lightly: "From today, this guy has become a death row prisoner..."

Death prisoner?

The old Confucian scholar immediately took three steps back, and seemed to be very panicked.

What is a death row prisoner? Death row prisoner is determined by the law. One such person must be registered in the Ministry of Justice. After the autumn of the next year, he will never be able to escape the first strike.

In the eyes of the people, all the dead prisoners are extremely vicious, so the panic shown by the old Confucian scholar is normal, and the constable just smiles slightly and does not mock them.

At this time, the yamen runners had tied Tang Zheng into rice dumplings, but Tang Zheng was still drowsy and snoring. Some yamen runners kicked him hard and found that Tang Zheng was still sleeping.

The headmaster snorted coldly, waved his hand again and shouted: "Since you can't wake up, don't shout. You'll go find a ox cart as your footwork. This kid must be taken back to the yamen tonight..."

Although the death row prisoner is destined to die, he cannot make any mistakes before he is asked to be executed.

Some yamen runners quickly recruited ox carts in the town, but they actually had a frame with sheds and carriages, and then everyone stuffed Tang Zheng onto the ox carts, and a group of yamen runners stood beside the chariots quietly waiting for instructions.

I don’t know what the constable was thinking, but suddenly waved his hand and ordered again: “Everyone gets in the car, hides in the car, and no one is allowed to show his head before returning to the yamen…”

As he said that, he lifted his clothes and entered the carriage with a Park knife in his hand.

The ox cart started quickly, and slowly headed east with the sunset that was about to set. A group of people in the town looked at each other in a row. The old Confucian scholar looked away for a long time and suddenly sighed: "Oh, after waiting for so long, he was a death row prisoner. It's a pity, it's a pity!"

It seems to be embarrassing that Tang Zheng has a pretty and elegant face, which is exactly the kind of son-in-law he wants the most. Unfortunately, things in the world are unexpectedly unpredictable. Such a good-looking young man is actually a prisoner of death. That is why the old Confucian scholar sighs, and this is a perfect match for ordinary people who have just had hope and were disappointed.

...

People with good friends stepped forward and patted the old Confucian scholar on the shoulder. They wanted to persuade but could not find the language to persuade. The crowd gradually dispersed, and slowly only the old Confucian scholar was left.

As the sunset was setting, a touch of sunset was like blood. No one noticed that the old Confucian scholar's eyes suddenly became deep and distant. He did not look like a scholar who had fallen for many years, but rather like a great scholar who was a world-class conservative.

At this moment, the door behind him suddenly opened a gap, and the old Confucian scholar's daughter quietly came out and stood quietly behind his father.

The sunset is bright red, the breeze is slightly swaying, and the girl's skirt is slightly undulating, which actually has a charm of dew lotus in the wind. Her pretty face is light blush, and there is a hint of softness under the sunset.

The toughness that was clamoring with her hips not long ago was completely left to her.

The old Confucian scholar glanced at his daughter, and suddenly asked with a deep smile: "Is this husband good?"

Strange, it's really strange. Even though Tang Zheng had been beaten to death, the old Confucian scholar would ask his daughter if this son-in-law is good.

What’s even more strange is that the woman seems to have no difference, she just smiled slightly and said slowly: “Why do you have to ask about the destined thing? If you really want to listen to what your daughter is thinking, I will only say that I don’t like alcoholics…”

drunkard?

The old Confucian scholar thought of Tang Zheng's drunken look, and suddenly smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying with guilt: "Feixue, don't complain, this is what his father owe him!"

The woman said silently, bowed her knees and bowed, then turned around and walked gracefully back upstairs. The sunset in the distant mountains, the sunset dripping blood, and a gentle and oblique approaching westward, illuminating her slightly sad face.

"I didn't expect it to be an alcoholic?"

"Is this my husband, Ling Feixue?"

She suddenly smiled softly, and there was a look of insignificance between her eyebrows.

...

The wind came lightly, the curtains were faintly sounding, and Ling Feixue slowly picked up a book on the table, frowned and slowly started reading.

This book describes the emperor's daily life notes.

This book records the disputes in the palace.

She read slowly, her voice as crisp as a silver bell, and the sound in her mouth was like a singing oriole.

"Sixteen years ago..."

"In the first year of Emperor Yonghui, he ascended the throne and was about to become the emperor. The empress gave birth to a male heir. The whole country was thrilled and the love was over. The seventh month passed by. The male heir was less than a year. The sky was murderous, and the dragon and snake rose up. Suddenly, a big star suddenly hung in the middle of the sky, and the demonic light shining in all directions."

"The star arrives every seventy-six years, and it drags a long tail to dominate the starry sky, and it runs across the Milky Way, and people don't know the way of astrology. Whenever they see stars, rumors will arise everywhere and people are in panic all day long."

"The Imperial Heavenly Prison knocked on the palace overnight, touched the ground and said, "The demon star appears in the world, and the heavens are about to be in chaos. This master's hen is in charge of the morning, and the incense in the ancestral temple will be cut off."

"The emperor was furious and ordered the Imperial Heavenly Prison to behead him and issued a strict order to rebuke the ministers. The absurd words should not be circulated. If any violation of the order, they will definitely be punished by the nine clans."

"However, there is a gap in the emperor's heart, as if his bones are stuck in his throat, and he feels unhappy. The emperor and the empress have a deep relationship. The young man met and joined hands for several years, but the words of the demon star are brilliant, like a sharp blade piercing his heart. There may be strong feelings, but there will be cracks."

"Another half a year, the emperor broke up, and the emperor lived alone in the palace. The empress was suffering from a strange disease and was unable to cure it. So she built a Taoist temple to live in seclusion, and was accompanied by a dark green lamp."

"One day, the male heir was lost and disappeared without a trace. The emperor remained silent and the queen was furious."

"Everyone knows that Emperor Zhi was able to ascend the throne because of the queen's eager support. This time, the loss of each other turned against each other and became enemies. Although Emperor Zhi was in power, the queen also held power. The two forces in the court gradually caused great turbulence to sweep the world because of one child."

"There is chaos!"
Chapter completed!