The person who came was wearing the clothes of a government official, his footsteps were very light, and he didn't make a sound.
The yamen officer walked straight to Yu Zhi's cell, but Yu Zhi was still soundly asleep. His sleeping posture was enough to show that Yu Zhi was sleeping peacefully.
There have never been any accidents in the prison of Dali Temple.
One night twenty years ago, a noble family from Nanzhou Prefecture walked into Dali Temple. Among them were the ancestors who opened the ninth grade of the monument and the sword cultivator who opened the eighth grade of the monument. However, they were not able to get out of the temple that night. Mansion.
"Your life is good," the officer said. "Someone is protecting you, and even the Lord Temple has to give some face. You can go out."
With that said, the officer opened the lock of the cell and planned to let Yu Zhi out.
"Speaking of which, you are the first person in my memory who was able to walk out of Dali Temple alive. I don't know what kind of price the people behind you paid."
The cell door was opened, and Yu Zhi was still lying on the bed, sleepy.
I haven't taken a shower in the past three days, my hair is messy, and my whole body smells bad.
The yamen servant looked at Yu Zhi, who had been reluctant to get up for a long time, frowned, and asked: "Still not getting up. Do you want to die here?"
Yu Zhi suddenly stared at the yamen servant, his gaze like a poisonous snake made the yamen servant take a few steps back.
"This elder brother of the government official. If you really want to let me go, please come back tomorrow morning. Late at night, I have nowhere to go after leaving Dali Temple, so I have to sleep on the streets." Yu Zhi's face was full of reluctance.
But the yamen servant said: "If you go out today, you have to go out, and if you don't go out, you have to go out."
Yu Zhi was surprised and suddenly laughed and said: "In that case, I can't go out even more."
The yamen servant suddenly lost his composure and wanted to step forward and pull Yu Zhi away.
At this moment, Yu Zhi opened his mouth and said, "What do you think of your performance?"
The yamen servant's footsteps suddenly stagnated and stopped in place, with panic in his eyes.
"What are you talking about?"
The sleepiness in Yu Zhi's eyes disappeared in an instant, and he looked at the other party sarcastically. "Idiot, don't you think about who will come to release me in the middle of the night?"
For a moment, the government servant standing there was at a loss.
"Close the cell and leave quickly. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone what happened tonight." Yu Zhi said.
The officer looked hesitant and finally left the cell quickly.
It wasn't until the officer left the cell that Yu Zhifang said, "Who said Dali Temple is monolithic? Someone was bribed?"
Not far away, Fan Wen was sleeping peacefully, seemingly not noticing what was happening here at all.
Dawn is the moment when the sun rises and the sunlight passes over the world.
The prison was opened again, bringing in some air filled with the smell of blood.
There was a sound of non-hurried footsteps, and a group of people came. This was the first time Yu Zhi saw so many people after entering the prison.
Soon, the group of people stood in front of Yu Zhi's cell.
Yu Zhi was still lying on the bed, yawning. Because of the disturbance last night, his energy in the morning was not good.
Yu Zhi rubbed his sleepy eyes, and a touch of red appeared in his eyes.
It was an extremely vivid red, and there was no other red like it in the world.
This bright red color comes from a large official robe, and the official robe is also put on a clean and thin man. It looks ill-fitting and gives people a weird feeling.
The first impression a man gives people is that he is white. He is fairer than women, but it is also an abnormal whiteness. The face is white and beardless, almost skinny and resembles a skull. It cannot be said to be ugly, but against the backdrop of the red official robe, the man has a special and evil temperament.
This is the most unkind minister of Dali Temple in the Chu Dynasty - Han Yang.
Han Yang clasped his left hand behind his back and held a fan in his right hand in front of him. His body was upright and his face was expressionless.
Yu Zhi felt a cold feeling on his body.
Yu Zhi knew that this was the coldness of approaching death. At the bottom of the meteor cliff, Feiying had given Yu Zhi the same feeling.
Obviously, the man in front of him had killed many people.
It is true that Dali Temple is destined to be a place of murder, and the number of lives accumulated day and night is countless.
Han Yang spoke without any foreshadowing or emotion. His voice was like the wind blowing on no one in the middle of the night, so it was very deserted.
"Yesterday, His Majesty summoned me to the palace and specifically talked about this case. Because the person who died was the son of the Minister of Punishment, this case will be tried by the three departments of Dali Temple, the Metropolitan Procuratorate and the Ministry of Punishment."
While talking, Han Yang looked at Yu Zhi and looked at the young man curiously. Not for anything else, because he also knew a little bit about this young man's life experience. While feeling sad, Han Yang also felt some long-lost familiarity.
Listening to Han Yang's words, Yu Zhi suddenly smiled.
Han Yang saw the young man laughing and couldn't help but ask: "Why are you laughing?"
Yu Zhi said: "I laugh, because the person who died was the son of the Minister of Punishment, so there will be a three-level trial. It was a three-level trial. What a scene. I actually got Zhao Jie's favor. I'm afraid that the three-level trial Among them, I am the official with the smallest official position."
Han Yang thought for a moment and nodded matter-of-factly. "really."
Han Yang found the young man in front of him more and more interesting, and he smiled inexplicably. This smile still makes people feel cold.
"Do you know how you can be rescued now?"
"There is nothing I can do. I heard that Dali Temple is the most just. Those who are clean will be clean themselves. Your Excellency will not unjustly accuse good people."
"It's a good thing that a person who is clean will be cleansed by himself. So it's not you who killed Zhao Jie?"
Yu Zhi heard the words and nodded. He looked at Han Yang sincerely and said, "I killed Zhao Jie. The move that killed him is called One Sword Calling the Wind and Snow."
Um? ...It was also the first time for Han Yang to encounter such a situation, the first time to see the prisoners in this prison confess their crimes with a smile.
Han Yang leaned forward slightly, and the eyes on the skull were closer to Yu Zhi. Whether it was the bright red official robe or the fair face, Yu Zhi felt a sense of oppression.
"So you're pleading guilty?"
Yu Zhi sat up suddenly and said loudly: "When did I confess my guilt? Sir, please don't slander me."
Han Yang frowned, feeling like he had been fooled. His eyes were shining like a will-o'-the-wisp on a mass grave at night.
"You are a smart man. You should know that offending me now will not be good for your situation."
At this time, a burst of hearty laughter came from the cell not far away.
"Hahahaha, Han Yang, I never thought you would be teased one day."
There was no angry look on Han Yang's face, but his attitude became humble and gentle. He turned around, bowed to Fan Wenzheng in the cell, and said respectfully: "Teacher! Students are polite!"
Ling Yuzhi never imagined that Fan Wenzheng, who was imprisoned in prison, and Han Yang, the minister of Dali Temple, were in a teacher-student relationship.
Fan Wenzheng did not get up. He could bear this gift.
After saluting, Han Yang turned around again and looked at Yu Zhi. "Jiang Qing from the Metropolitan Procuratorate is a disciple of Mrs. Qiu. You have good relations with the Qiu family and you are an official of the Metropolitan Procuratorate. Jiang Qing will naturally speak for you. The Criminal Department is under Zhao Kai, even if he is not the head of it Trial, but you must also pay for Zhao Jie’s death.”
"The most important thing now is my attitude."
Han Yang narrowed his eyes, and Yu Zhi was confused by the meaning of his words.
Yu Zhi thought about it carefully and asked tentatively: "Sir, do you want me to bribe you so that you can speak for me in court?"
When Han Yang heard this, the coldness in his eyes became even stronger.
Fan Wenzheng's laughter not far away became even more hearty.
Does this guy not understand human language? ... Han Yang's mood, which had never fluctuated for many years, finally began to waver.
"Do you know that based on what you just said, I can kill you on the spot?"
Yu Zhi pretended to be confused and said: "Oh, it turns out that Dali Temple does not allow bribery."
Yu Zhi got off the bed and rubbed his messy hair with both hands, looking like a little beggar on the street.
"But last night, a yamen official took a bribe and wanted to kill me. I just thought that spending a little money on you can make you speak for me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Yang's eyes fell on Yu Zhi as sharply as a knife.
The red robe rolled up like a sea of blood, making Yu Zhi's eyes sink into it, unable to extricate himself. A burst of dizziness made Yu Zhi's head feel dizzy.
"Who is it?" Han Yang spat out two words, and his cold murderous aura caused the temperature of the entire prison to drop a few points. He knew there was no need for Yu Zhi to lie. This question was not asked to Yu Zhi, but to the yamen servant behind him.
The officials did not say anything. The matter still needs to be investigated.
But Han Yang couldn't wait any longer, nor could he bear the thought of someone misbehaving in his Dali Temple.
Yu Zhi resisted fainting and said, "I believe you will be able to identify this person soon."
Han Yang took a deep look at Yu Zhi. This was his negligence and a shame. Such things should not happen in the prison of Dali Temple.
Immediately, the murderous aura in Han Yang suddenly disappeared, and he was as gentle and calm as an ordinary person. Without the red official robe, he would appear more approachable.
"Late at night last night, a government official said that someone rescued me and allowed me to leave this prison. How can I be released late at night? There is no reason. Besides, no one has cared about me in the past three days, so they want to let me out. . It’s too easy to come and go from this prison. I don’t believe it!”
"If you think about it carefully, if I take a step out of prison and he bites back and accuses me of escaping from prison, I will be killed immediately. Such tricks are simple, but practical. Often these simple tricks are the most difficult to prevent. "
Han Yang applauded and said: "You are very good. After all, you are that man's son, and you are better than your master."
"Do you know my father?" Yu Zhi raised his eyebrows. He met many people, and it seemed that everyone knew his father, but he didn't know who his father was.
Han Yang shook his head, "We have met a few times, but we don't really know each other."
Yu Zhi said "Oh" and lay back on the bed again.
"Three days later, the three divisions will hold a meeting. Be prepared." Han Yang said.
Han Yang turned around and walked a few steps, then stopped and said, "What happened last night will never happen again. You can rest assured."
"If you really killed Zhao Jie, then it's okay for Zhao Kai to ask you to pay with your life. You should think about it carefully."
After saying that, Han Yang raised his feet and walked towards the outside of the prison.
Yu Zhi suddenly remembered something and shouted loudly: "Sir, last night I promised the yamen servant that I wouldn't snitch, but you must never say it was me who said it!"
