Yangzhou Jiangyuan is not too big among many famous gardens. It is not obvious that this is the residence of the richest man in Yangzhou. However, it is elegantly decorated and has a vague gentlemanly style.
"Father, I know I was wrong." Jiang Yi knelt in the study, not daring to move.
Jiang Guomao, the chief merchant of Huizhou merchants, sighed, "Son, do you know how my Jiang family can prosper?"
"You know, be honest and trustworthy, study and observe etiquette, and make friends with high officials in the court," Jiang Yi said proudly. He is a son of Huizhou merchants, and he still believes in "Jia Er loves Confucianism" in his heart.
"Well, what you said is right, but not entirely. For the Wujiang family to prosper, there is another very important thing: dare to fight! Back then, my father and uncle Ruwang dared to fight, risking the destruction of their family and genocide to smuggle goods for the Ming Dynasty.
Salt, to spy on the Tatar military situation. After the Holy Emperor conquered the world, our family, the Wang family and even the entire Huizhou merchant gang became what they are today! Asking about the test questions and asking you to take the imperial examination is also for the sake of fighting.
Jiang Guomao stared at Jiang Yi with bright eyes, "But son, do you know what to do if you make a mistake?"
"I don't know, please give me some advice from my father."
Jiang Guomao let out a long sigh and shed a few tears, "If you make a mistake, you have to admit it! This matter is too big. If no one takes responsibility, my Jiang family will be finished!"
Jiang Yi cried loudly, "As long as I can save the Jiang family, I am willing to sacrifice my life!"
"A good boy, he is worthy of being a descendant of my Jiang family!"
The next day, news came out in Yangzhou City: Master Jiang was ill, and the unfilial prodigal Jiang Yi was still out looking for flowers. Master Jiang expelled Jiang Yi from the clan in anger.
As soon as the clan affiliation came out, there was no connection, and Jiang Lang was just a passerby from then on.
"Father, can expelling my younger brother from the clan really avoid disaster?" Jiang Yan asked Jiang Guomao worriedly.
"Hurry up and fix two letters and send them to Nanjing quickly, one for Mr. Guan Ge and one for Concubine An. Hurry!" Jiang Guomao shouted.
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Jinyiwei always handles cases efficiently. As soon as Tiqi came out, Jiang Yi was taken to Jinyi Prison.
After being sent to prison, it was extremely difficult to survive. Jiang Yi was shackled and pushed into Tianzihao Prison. He was mentally prepared and quietly waited for his fate.
Finally, the heavy door of the cell opened, and a man from Baihu and two strongmen opened the lock on the door. "Prisoner Jiang Yi, come with us," he shouted, and escorted Jiang Yi to the lobby of Jinyiwei.
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"Kneel down!"
In the Ming Dynasty, ordinary people were required to kneel when litigating in court. However, Jiang Yi had the reputation of being a scholar, so he did not need to kneel and could stand.
However, no matter what, this is a prison, a place specially designed for the imperial power, the most lawless existence in the world. For the prestige of killing a criminal, he will be made to kneel as soon as he is interrogated.
"Students are students (scholars), and according to the law, they are not allowed to kneel." Jiang Yi wanted to take the initiative, but because he was suspected of leaking the title, he did not dare to say that he was a scholar, but his reputation as a scholar was real.
Kneeling down for trial flourished in the Yuan Dynasty, but there was no such rule in the Song Dynasty. The law of the Song Dynasty clearly stipulates: No matter whether they are suspects or not, as long as the real charges have not been confirmed, they must be treated well and they must not be allowed to kneel down. Even,
When meeting common people who have never been to the government, officials should serve them with a smile and not make things difficult for them.
But in the Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, imperial power became more and more concentrated, and civil rights became less and less, and finally developed into the miserable situation of being tried while kneeling. However, if you have fame, you don't have to kneel.
"Pfft", "hehe", "hum", "haha", "chi", five different responses sounded in the hall, some were sarcastic, some were sarcastic, and some were snorting.
These five voices represent the five evil gods.
A middle-aged handsome man in the middle is Ma Jixiang, the commander of the second-rank Jinyi Guards. The simple-looking man on the left of Ma Jixiang is Zhao Daxi, the commander of the second-rank Jinyi Guards. On the right, Guo Lin, the commander of the third-rank Jinyi Guards, sits on the right.
To the left of Zhao Daxi, tall and burly, with a Shaanxi accent, is Zhang Bin, the fourth-rank Jinyiwei commander, and to the right of Guo Lin, with a thin stature, Luo Hu, another Jinyiwei commander.
Luo Hu is an old man in Jinyiwei. After Ma Jixiang's brother Ma Xiongfei was assassinated, he took over Ma Xiongfei's position.
"Hmph, a prisoner appointed by the Holy Spirit dares to call himself a prisoner without even looking at where he is." Ma Jixiang snorted, "Drag him down and give him twenty sticks."
"Yes!"
The captains in Jinyi on both sides dragged Jiang Yi down and beat him until he was bloody and bloody.
Ma Jixiang winked at Luo Hu. Luo Hu understood and shouted: "Jiang Yi, where did you get the test questions?"
"It's unfair, the common people passed the exam on their own," Jiang Yi gritted his teeth and insisted.
"You passed the exam yourself?"
Luo Hu snorted coldly, "The witness is Wang Rengao."
Upon hearing the word "Wang Rengao", Jiang Yizhi was so angry that his eyebrows stood up.
Wang Rengao was taken to the court and did not dare to raise his head when he saw Jiang Yi.
"Wang Rengao, you said that Jiang Yi once leaked the question to you, is it true?" Luo Hu asked.
"Yes, yes, it's true." Wang Rengao stuttered.
"Dog thief!"
Jiang Yi spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, which hit Wang Rangao right in the face.
"Be bold, slap me ten times," Zhang Bin shouted.
The two captains stepped forward and slapped Jiang Yi so hard that stars appeared in his eyes.
Seemingly inspired, Wang Rengao shouted: "Jiang Yi once told the sinner that this year's examination questions are to examine "The Analects of Confucius: Weizheng Chapter"; to examine poems and poems on the hot summer day; and to examine current affairs policies.
, the title is: "The Jiashen Rebellion: Why did the slaves create chaos in China?" The sinners prepared according to this, and they made no mistakes."
"Masters, this is unfair! That Wang Rengao faked his registration in the examination room and committed a capital crime. That's why he wanted to talk about it before he died in order to avoid death. Please be aware of it."
"Clearly aware? Haha, we Jin Yiwei have always been aware of everything, and today we will let you know clearly." Ma Jixiang snorted coldly, "Bring witnesses to the spring flowers and autumn moon."
Beauty is a curse! At this moment, Jiang Yi's intestines were filled with regret. He dared to tell such a confidential matter in front of a prostitute. He really didn't know how to live or die!
"Dear gentlemen, Mr. Wang is going to Beihai to take the exam while pretending to be a foreigner. When Mr. Jiang was bidding farewell to him at the Poppy Tower, he said there was no need to go to such trouble and he could just get the test questions."
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"Yes, I heard it with my own ears."
The sounds of spring flowers and autumn moon are usually sweet and fairy sounds, but today they have become a reminder of life.
"These two prostitutes must have been bribed by Wang Rengao to say this," Jiang Yi argued feebly.
"Huh, Jiang Yi and you were brothers before, but he was arrested as soon as he arrived in Yangzhou. Why did he want to harm you?" Ma Jixiang asked with a smile.
"This~" Jiang Yi was speechless for a moment.
"Palm mark, this guy is tough-talking. It seems he won't take it without a fight," Zhao Daxi said to Ma Jixiang.
"Yeah", Ma Jixiang smiled and winked at Luo Hu.
Luo Hu yelled: "Torture! Let this guy have a taste of our special skills one by one."
What a good Jiang Yi, even though he is a playboy, his bones are hard. I tried it all over the tiger bench, sitting on ice, breaking vertebrae, pinching fingers, filling with lead, scrubbing, etc.
"Palmprint, it seems I have to play the pipa for him," Guo Lin said.
"History of the Ming Dynasty" records: "The cruelest torture method is called pipa. Every time it is played, hundreds of bones will be shed, sweat will fall like rain, and the dead will be resurrected. This happens two or three times. Under such cruelty, how can one not be imprisoned?"<
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The specific method is to control the prisoner, push him to the ground, tie his hands and feet, peel off his shirt, and let the ribs protrude, leaving only a layer of skin covering the ribs. The executioner uses a sharp blade like playing a pipa, and hits the person's chest with force.
The ribs were "plucked" back and forth. This punishment can make a person unable to survive or die. According to historical records, only Wang Wenyan, a member of the Donglin Party, survived this punishment.
"Yeah," Ma Jixiang smiled sinisterly, "It's a good idea to play for him."
The punishment was really severe. After a few blows, Jiang Yi confessed his name: "Wang Wansheng, the Secretary of the Imperial Academy."
However, although he admitted that he obtained the test questions from Wang Wansheng, he insisted that it was his own personal behavior and had nothing to do with the Jiang family.