In Shuntian Prefecture, two middle-aged men were fighting quietly.

"Mr. Chang, I wonder what evidence you have that Fang Xing killed Qin Mengxue? If not, then the official would not care about the feelings of his colleagues. This is a decision!"

In the Shuntian Prefecture Tongzong Office, Chen Jiahui held a teacup and said slowly.

Although Chang Yao was half a level lower than Chen Jiahui, his momentum was not weak at all. He sneered: "Since I have issued the arrest of him, there is naturally corresponding evidence. Lord Chen, you must not hinder the case because of your personal affair!"

This means that Chen Jiahui and Fang Xing's father have a deep friendship and are suspected of interfering with Chang Yao's decision to make a case for personal gain.

Chen Jiahui sneered when he heard this, "Personality? But why did I hear that Qin Mengxue is a dog under your Lord Chang?"

Chang Yao said disdainfully: "Mr. Chen, this is Shuntian Mansion. It is better not to use the news you heard from others to show your eyes!"

If someone hears this next to him, it may be very strange.

Although the judge is only half a level higher than the promoter, he is not comparable to the promoter in terms of power.

The magistrate is some equivalent to the deputy mayor of later generations. He has his own division of labor and part-time jobs to assist the work of the prefect (mayor).

The prosecutor is equivalent to the president of the court in later generations, with a single power, far worse than the general judge.

But Chen Jiahui knew that even the prefect sometimes had to be kind to Chang Yao for the sake of the King of Han. Even if the King of Han might not remember that he had Chang Yao, the sect leader, he had to do so.

"Sir Chang, the criminal has been brought here."

At this time, a bookkeeper shouted outside the door, and it was not at all taboo that this was Shangguan’s yamen.

Chang Yao's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he stood up and said, "Okay, let me see how such beasts in clothing were passed by the juren!"

Chen Jiahui said coldly: "What a Lord Chang. I have convicted my nephew before I have tried it. OK! I'll see how you are so angry today. Oh no! My nephew is a young master, and I'm staring at me. Chang Yao, as long as my nephew has any shortcomings, I will take advantage of this official uniform, and I will also pull you off!"

Juren cannot be punished before being expelled from the school official, so Chen Jiahui's words made Chang Yao's body stiffen and he immediately sneered and left the door.

"Sir!"

With a long shout, Chang Yao walked out of the back hall.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

The third yamen runners were pounding the ground with sticks, and there was no such scene of shouting majestic.

Fang Xing stood in the hall and looked at him squinted. After Chang Yao sat down, he heard someone coughing outside the door. When he turned around, he found that it was Chen Xiao's father, Chen Jiahui.

Chen Jiahui gave Fang Xing a comforting look, then stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Chang Yao's Shi Wei coldly.

"Ba! Who is in the hall?"

Chang Yao slapped the gavel and shouted fiercely, with amazing power.

If I had woken up a few months ago and had just arrived, my legs would have been scared.

But Fang Xing has long measured the pros and cons, and said lightly: "June Fang Xing."

Chang Yao's momentum was suffocated, and there was a smell of being held in mid-air.

Chen Jiahui outside the door couldn't help but nod, his eyes full of admiration.

In those novels, scholars are righteous and well-founded in the face of grievances, but in fact everyone knows that as long as they go to the church and can explain the words clearly, they are extremely courageous.

But Fang Xing not only spoke clearly, but also was neither humble nor arrogant, which was more rare, so everyone onlookers nodded frequently.

Fang Xing looked at Chang Yao with his mouth slightly raised, which was a sign of his true feelings.

Chang Yao was angry, especially when there were outsiders watching. He wanted to drive everyone away, but with Chen Jiahui, the Shangguan, he couldn't give orders, otherwise Chen Jiahui would have reason to allud him to take revenge on his own.

However... Chang Yao remembered that Fang Xing was just a scholar, and after a cold snorted in his heart, he said, "Fang Xing, did you go to Huibin Tower at noon the day before yesterday?"

According to Chang Yao's experience in handling cases, anyone with a ghost in his heart will definitely see some clues from his expression once he asks about his concerns. So he stared at Fang Xing for a good purpose, just trying to find doubts and flaws.

"Yes, I went to Huibinlou at noon that day."

But Fang Xing disappointed Chang Yao. Without dodging, he looked at him and replied.

"Brother Dehua!"

At this moment, there was a noise outside, and then Chen Xiao ran over with a sweaty face. Seeing his breathless look, it was probably the news he had just received.

Seeing Fang Xing standing in the hall, Chen Xiao rolled up his sleeves and prepared to rush in.

"Ahem!"

After a dry cough, Chen Xiao looked around and walked over properly, but said a little resentful: "Father, why didn't you rescue Brother Dehua?"

"idiot!"

Chen Jiahui cursed and warned: "Look at me well, don't talk too much! Otherwise, you will look good as yours when you go home."

Chen Xiao lowered his head in frustration, but he heard footsteps again. When he looked back, he found that it was Ma Su.

Ma Su was also out of breath and covered in dust.

"...that official asked you, why did you poison Qin Mengxue? Say! Otherwise, I will let you know what a human heart is like iron, and an official law is like a furnace!"

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

The killing sticks of the third yamen runners began to hit again, and the murderous aura enveloped Fang Xing, but he just shrugged and said with a smile: "May I ask, why do I want to kill Qin Mengxue? Where is the evidence?"

If he is an ordinary person, then Chang Yao can be ordered to beat him at this time, but Fang Xing is a juren. Unless he invites a scholar and strips Fang Xing's Confucian shirt, he really dares not take action. Otherwise, Chang Yao will be the public enemy of scholars all over the world.

Chang Yao snorted coldly: "It seems that you won't cry until you see the coffin! OK! I will fulfill your promise and pass on the witness."

witness?

Fang Xing smiled very kindly. To outsiders, this is the literary spirit of a scholar and is not nervous at all.

At the end of the day, two men walked in timidly, knelt on the ground and shouted at the master.

Fang Xing didn't know these two people, but just looked at Chang Yao with cold eyes and asked.

"Can you two recognize him?"

Chang Yao pointed at Fang Xing and asked.

The two men looked up at Fang Xing carefully and said, "I recognize it, Master, this person went to our Huibinlou for dinner at noon that day, and there were two others who accompanied him."

After hearing this, Chang Yao laughed and said, "Fang Xing, what else do you have to say?"

Fang Xing looked at the sky speechlessly and said quietly: "May I ask, is that Qin Mengxue having a meal at Huibin Building with me?"

“That’s right!”

Chang Yao's eyes flashed with the pride of a cat playing with a mouse.

Fang Xing still said calmly: "So according to the adult method, the people who were in Huibin Tower at noon that day were suspected, why did he just take me?"

"This is reasonable."

Chen Xiao grinned and said, "If Lord Chang died in the lobby today, wouldn't we all be murderers?"

Chen Jiahui shouted, "Shut up!" But his expression betrayed him.
Chapter completed!