The catcher hesitated for a long time, but when he saw that the onlookers were already singing praises to Fang Zheng, the scene gradually lost control. The catcher became anxious and emboldened, stepped forward and asked in a low voice: "What do you mean, sir..."
Do you want me to take you to the government office?"
Fang Zheng glared and said, "How dare you!"
Suffocated, Fang Zheng suddenly realized: Isn't that what he said just now? Oops! It's just that my brother is too jealous of evil and accidentally put himself in it.
Fang Zheng snorted angrily and said, "I will leave on my own. You don't need to arrest me."
The head catcher was overjoyed when he heard this. As long as he invited the old man into the government office smoothly and respectfully, he would have nothing to do with him. It was about letting Mr. Chen, the governor, have a headache. After that, the head catcher met this man.
So I took a detour and dodge as far as I could.
There are not many entertainment activities these days, but it is rare to see a lively event. How can the onlookers miss it? So, the policeman walked in front of him, and two policemen carried the injured man. Fang Zheng and the two women Shi Shi
Then they followed. Behind them were people waiting to watch the excitement. A large group of people were in high spirits.
He walked towards the Jinling government office in a mighty manner. Wherever he passed, many people with strong curiosity joined him. Just like the greedy snakes in the mobile game, the crowd watching the excitement grew stronger and stronger every day.
Everyone's face is filled with smiles as happy as a festival, and the north of Jinling City is almost a sea of joy.
Fang Zheng walked in front, waving proudly to the people on the roadside. The joy in his heart was indescribable. This scene was so touching. Are the upright officials on TV also so loved and followed by the people? Young Master Fang
In his complacency, he seemed to have forgotten that at this time, his identity was a violent murderer awaiting trial, while the common people just followed to watch the excitement, which had nothing to do with "love" or "following".
Yanran and Sister Feng followed closely behind Fang Zheng. They had already covered their faces with gauze. Seeing Fang Zheng showing off in the crowd, they couldn't help being angry and funny. They looked at each other and turned their heads in unison, Jin Lian moved lightly.
After a few steps, he pretended not to recognize Fang Zheng.
The catcher was so bitter that he almost cried. Looking at this scene, he thought that there was some kind of celebration in the capital. I don’t know how old this gentleman is, but he must be capable of causing trouble. So many people gathered together.
Together, if there is any improper handling of this matter, will it trigger a civil uprising?
The catcher began to worry and hesitated to invite the sergeants of the Jinwu Guard to calm the situation. Then he thought, what does it have to do with me? I only need to bring people to the court, and my mission will be completed, even if these people rebel by then.
, that is also the responsibility of Mr. Chen, the governor.
Jinling Mansion is located on Fudong Street, in the middle of Jinling City.
Mr. Chen is in a good mood today. His concubine in the seventeenth room pointed at the soft little earthworm under his crotch last night and exclaimed with admiration: "It's so... so big..."
Men like to hear this. Just like women like to be praised for their beauty, whether it is true or not, it is not a bad thing to be praised. Of course, in the end, his concubine said another sentence: "Okay... okay
Hurry up..." He just pretended not to hear these words.
Men still have vanity, and this vanity is mainly highlighted in two aspects, one is sexual intercourse, and the other is power.
Mr. Chen felt that he was satisfied in both aspects. - He was only forty years old and already a fourth-rank official in the imperial court. He had the power of local security in the capital of Hua Dynasty. Moreover, his concubine liked his right hand very much.
middle finger...
Soon Mr. Chen couldn't be happy anymore.
Looking at the handsome young master Fang standing in the courtroom, the injured lying on the ground like a dead man, and the crowd of onlookers outside the courtroom, Mr. Chen felt as uncomfortable as swallowing a live fly.
How could something like this happen to me? Mr. Chen was crying and felt like he wanted to die.
He knew both parties involved.
Fang Zheng is a newly promoted Zhongyong Bo, a fifth-grade casual knight. Mr. Chen can barely be regarded as a high-ranking official in the court. He has to go to court every day. Naturally, he has seen Mr. Fang’s late arrival in the morning. Even yesterday, he
He also followed a group of high-ranking officials from the DPRK and sent gifts to the Fang Mansion. How could he not recognize them?
As for the man lying half-dead on the ground, Mr. Chen is even more familiar with him. This man is none other than Pan Yuanshou, son of the Minister of Civil Affairs and the Crown Prince. Because this man often hangs out in the north of Jinling City, molesting women and bullying
Merchants, no one dares to disobey orders from the north of the city. People give him the nickname "Pan Bancheng".
One was an upstart in the officialdom, and the other was the son of an important minister. Mr. Chen looked around in embarrassment, smacking his lips, and found that his mouth was full of bitterness. Neither of them could afford to offend, so what should we do?
Fang Zheng stared at Mr. Chen's every move and sneered in his heart.
This Mr. Chen is probably the master who took the money and did nothing. I remember Xiao Wu mentioned to him that Fang Zheng fell into a coma after being pushed down from Qionghua Tower by Mr. Wu. Mr. Fang went to complain and was sent to
After receiving a lot of money, my knees were swollen. As a result, Mr. Chen took the money but delayed doing anything.
In the past, there was no one in the Fang family, and the officials would bully me if they wanted to. But things are different now. Master, I am an official now, and I want to see how you deal with it.
Mr. Chen looked at Fang Zheng, then at Pan Tao, sighed deeply again, coughed twice, and stammered: "Ahem... Today I am... uh, not feeling well. I need to
No, let’s wait for another day…”
Fang Zheng interrupted him unceremoniously: "Mr. Chen, this is not possible. You are already sitting in the hall, so you have to solve this case?"
Fang Zheng is only a fifth-rank official, and Mr. Chen is a whole level older than him. Normally, Fang Zheng has to perform the courtesy of a lower official in front of him. But in the officialdom, it is not simply about being junior to a senior official. As we all know, Jinling Prefecture Yin is a junior official.
His position is an embarrassing role that gets people everywhere. To put it nicely, it is to maintain law and order in the capital, but the capital is full of important officials, princes and nobles. Who can a small fourth-rank official control?
Fang Zheng is different. Although he is currently only a fifth-rank official with a false title, he is a close minister of the emperor. Trivial matters can easily reach the heavens. If he is unhappy, he can bite him in front of the emperor.
Bite your ears, does Mr. Chen still want his head?
So even though Fang Zheng spoke with him in a rude tone, Mr. Chen took it for granted and didn't feel dissatisfied at all.
Seeing that Fang Zheng saw through his delaying strategy, Mr. Chen lamented in his heart. When judging a case, there must be a loser and a winner, and no matter who wins or loses, he will definitely offend the other party. Today's situation may not be good.
After coughing again, Mr. Chen pretended to be dignified and said: "You two, who is the plaintiff?"
Pan Tao had woken up now. Hearing this, he ignored the pain all over his body and struggled to raise his hands.
Fang Zheng and Pan Tao said in unison: "Me!"
Mr. Chen was stunned. Before he could say anything, Fang Zheng stared at Pan Tao sinisterly and said, "Are you sure you are the plaintiff?"
Pan Tao subconsciously shrank his neck, and the wounds on his body began to hurt sharply again.
Seeing Pan Tao shrinking back, Fang Zheng nodded with satisfaction: "Master Chen, I am the plaintiff, and this boy is the defendant."
Mr. Chen asked: "What are you telling me?"
Fang Zheng made a furious gesture: "Master Chen, I'm going to accuse this guy of molesting good women in broad daylight, one of whom is my wife, and I'm going to accuse this guy of intending to rebel!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall was shocked. Even Sister Feng and Yanran standing nearby stared at Fang Zheng with incredulous eyes.
"Ah?" Mr. Chen in the hall, the government officials standing below the hall, and the people watching outside the hall were stunned at the same time.
"You...you fart!" It was a matter of life. Pan Tao couldn't care less about being afraid. Conspiracy of rebellion was a major crime against the nine clans. Fang Zheng slapped him with such a big label. If he didn't speak out to defend himself, what if he was found guilty?
With this crime, who knows whether his life can be saved.
Mr. Chen came back to his senses from the stunned state and wiped the cold sweat that kept coming out of his forehead. This matter is really big. It's okay to molest a woman. What's the matter with treason? You can beat him to death.
I don’t believe that a playboy like Pan Tao, who is just waiting to die, would have the guts to rebel.
"Ahem, Mr. Fang, I remind you that you must provide evidence for everything, otherwise you will be considered a false accusation." Mr. Chen's tone was a little anxious. There was a case of rebellion under his rule. If this matter is
The emperor knows it. It's hard to say whether his head can be saved. The black gauze hat will definitely be lost.
Fang Zheng said calmly: "Of course I have evidence."
Then he looked at Pan Tao with a smile: "What did you say in the makeup store just now? You won't forget it?"
Pan Tao frowned and said, "I...what did I say?"
Fang Zheng's face suddenly turned cold: "No one in the capital dares to mess with you. Is this what you said? Don't deny it. There are many people present, and any one of you can testify."
Pan Tao tilted his head and recalled it. He seemed to have indeed said this, but it was just a harsh verbal remark, just like when two people were quarreling, one party pointed at the nose of the other and cursed, "Fuck your ancestors."
Just like "generation", this sentence has no meaning at all, and everyone knows that it is impossible.
"I said this, what's the matter?" Pan Tao said indifferently, thinking that he could produce more favorable evidence, but it turned out to be just one sentence.
Fang Zheng sneered: "Humph, just admit it. Mr. Chen, tell me, is this kid's treasonous statement?"
Master Chen stroked his beard in embarrassment: "This..."
Strictly speaking, this sentence is not too serious. Many dandies in the capital have said this when they bullied good people. If they really want to be investigated, wouldn't all the ministers of the dynasty be extinct?
Fang Zheng talked eloquently: "As we all know, the capital city is the city of the emperor. In the whole world, is it the king's land; on the shore of the land, is it the king's ministers. Everyone should know the meaning of this sentence? This guy said that no one in the capital dares to
Provoke him, let me ask, has he ever treated today's saints
In the eyes of the emperor? Everyone knows that the emperor also lives in the capital. According to what this kid said, doesn't it mean that even the current emperor does not dare to mess with him? You can say this, but what is it if it is not rebellion? Chen
Sir, you must handle it impartially!"
"Ah? No... Sir, I am unjustly accused!" Pan Tao was anxious. How could he have expected that the guy in front of him who claimed to be the official of the imperial court would be so shameless, and could even make an ordinary ruthless statement? This is really serious.
Died.
Mr. Chen held his forehead and groaned, "Everything is not suitable today!"
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