Song Xin nodded, "Mr. Zheng said it well, then, what is important and what is light?"
Zheng Ping said impatiently: "The serious one is the person who is mainly at fault in the private fight. The one who uses the sharp weapon first is the most serious, and the one who hurts others first is the most serious."
Song Xin nodded with satisfaction and looked at Zhang Zhao again. At this time, his face was already gloomy, "Sir, what Mr. Zheng just said is correct?"
Zhang Zhao snorted but did not answer. Song Xin did not wait for his answer, and said first: "Since it is a private fight, it must be between two people. Why did you only punish me and not Young Master Wei just now?" Song Xin pointed at Wei. move.
Zhang Zhao's face changed slightly. When Zheng Ping spoke, he had already guessed Song Xin's intention, but he could no longer stop it.
He said gloomily: "I didn't see Wei Qian's hand."
Wei Qian's expression changed, "Yes, he was the one who hit me!"
Song Xin's lips curled up slightly at this time, "Sir, according to Mr. Wei, does that mean he didn't attack me?"
Zhang Zhao snorted, "Exactly."
"Sir, since Wei Qian didn't take action, it's not a matter between two people, and it's not a private fight. Why do you want to punish me with a private fight?"
Zhang Zhao was stunned. Private fighting was the second most serious crime in Piyongli, second only to murder, and the punishment was also very severe. And if it's a normal fight, the most they can do is get a few slaps and a scolding. But now we are in a dilemma. If we insist on punishing them with private fights, both Song Xin and Wei Qian will be punished. If he is not punished by a private fight, then what he says cannot be taken back, which will damage his prestige.
"You slapped me!" Wei Qian said hurriedly, feeling that Song Xin was about to escape a heavy punishment.
"Does slapping count as a private fight?" Song Xin asked.
Zhang Zhao patted Wei Qian on the shoulder and said, "In this case, it is a private fight between the two of you, and both of you should be punished. But it was you who made the first move and drew the sword! The one who made the first move is more important. Wei Qian participated If you have a private fight, drag it down and get twenty blows."
Although Wei Qian was reluctant, twenty boards were nothing, as long as he stuffed some cash into the execution soldiers and made sure the boards were raised high and fell gently.
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Song Xin say loudly: "Sir, you said I drew my sword. When did I draw my sword?"
Seeing that he still refused to give in, Zhang Zhao pointed angrily at the short knife on the ground, "Isn't this the case?"
"My lord, this sword has Mr. Wei's name on it. How do you say it's my sword?"
"This..." Zhang Zhao hesitated for a moment.
Wei Qian quickly said: "You took advantage of me and pulled out my sword!"
"Hmph!" Song Xin snorted coldly, looked at Zhang Zhao and said: "My lord, in broad daylight, he blatantly lied and deceived you. So many people saw him drawing a knife to stab me first, so I had to fight back. ..”
Zhang Zhao suddenly waved his hand, "I am Piyong Cheng. If you feel that my judgment is unfair, feel free to complain. I only believe what you see with your eyes." He said and looked at the crowd, "Have you seen Wei Qian draws his sword?"
"No!"
"No!" Zheng Ping took the lead in cheering, and many people also followed suit. As for those who were unwilling to lie, they hid behind silently, and some even raised their feet and left.
"Hmph, so many pairs of eyes are looking at you, do you still want to deny it?"
With Zhang Zhao here, Wei Qian's back became stiffer, "Song Xin, don't spit on me with your blood. Who am I? How can I be the same as you!"
Song Xin was not in a hurry and smiled lightly, "Sir, please look at my hands."
He stretched out his hands. Zhang Zhao looked at them, frowned and asked, "What's wrong with your hands?"
Song Xin smiled and said, "Are there any ink stains on my hands?"
Zhang Zhao shook his head, "No."
"Sir, please look at Mr. Wei's hand again. Are there any ink marks?"
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Zhang Zhao glanced at Li Hansu, then looked at Wei Qian's hand, and said impatiently: "Yes, what's wrong? What does this have to do with it?"
Song Xin pointed to the short knife on the ground again, "Sir, look at the handle of the knife, and then look at Wei Qian's hands."
Everyone looked down and saw that there were black ink marks on the handle of the knife and Wei Qian's hand. songs Comparing the ink-stained handprints on it, wouldn’t it be clear who drew the knife?”
Zhang Zhao's expression suddenly changed. He had never heard of this theory. He only knew that there would be special lines when pressing fingerprints. But he obviously wouldn't actually compare the fingerprints.
But Zhang Zhao was determined to punish Song Xin, and said impatiently: "Even if you hadn't drawn the sword, your private fight would have been seen by everyone. Don't you think so? Now that there are witnesses and physical evidence, Don’t you still admit your guilt?”
The young men also nodded.
Song Xin snorted coldly, "Your Majesty said it well, then Wei Qian had to draw his sword to kill me. Isn't it serious? Since your Majesty said it, in a private fight, the serious one will be punished with a fifty-ridged cane and be grounded for fifteen days. . The lighter ones only need to be hit with twenty boards. Then Wei Qian drew his sword first, should he be the one to receive the punishment of fifty-ridged staff and fifteen days of grounding?"
"You!" Zhang Zhao was speechless when asked.
Wei Qian was so frightened that his face turned purple and he hurriedly winked at Zheng Ping.
"But you hurt Mr. Wei!" Zheng Ping shouted at this time.
"Mr. Zheng, you said I hurt him, can everyone see where he is injured?"
Zhang Zhao turned to look at Wei Qian, and the red fingerprints on his face were almost invisible. There was nothing but ink stains and tear stains on his face.
Song Xin smiled and said, "If I slapped him just because I was angry, he would have drawn his sword to kill me. Sir, isn't it clear who is more important and who is less important?"
Zhang Zhao's face was livid, and the crowd was silent. Everyone was waiting to see Zhang Zhao's decision.
It turned out that some people who hated Song Xin admired him and looked at him differently because of his witty defense. The situation that was originally extremely unfavorable to him was reversed by making him neither humble nor arrogant in a few words.
Many people folded their arms as if watching the fun. Now that Zhang Zhao wanted to punish Song Xin with a private fight, he had to punish Wei Qian at the same time. And Wei Qian was the one who drew the sword first to kill, so he naturally had to be punished more severely.
Zhang Zhao gritted his teeth and said, "Song Xin, do you want to judge for me?"
"Song Xin doesn't dare. He just wants to tell you the truth."
"Okay, since neither of you were injured today, go and get twenty boards each."
When everyone saw Zhang Zhao blatantly protecting Wei Qian, they began to talk in low voices.
Just as Song Xin was about to speak, he heard someone from behind the crowd say: "Master Zhang, are they letting their private fight go by just like this?" As he spoke, Linghu Hua walked through the crowd and walked in.
"Linghuhua, what are you doing here!?"
"Master Zhang, as Piyong Cheng, I'm afraid I can't take back what I said. You just said that severe cases will be punished with fifty canes and grounded for fifteen days. Why did you go back on your word? I'm afraid this undermines your majesty, right?" Linghuhua walked to Song Xin and said.
Song Xin knew that Linghuhua was here to help him, so he smiled and nodded.
"Linghu Hua, what do you mean!?" Wei Qian was furious. He originally wanted to make Song Xin suffer a lot, but he didn't expect that he would become a repeat offender. Zhang Zhao intended to let him go, but Linghu Hua came out again.
"You should ask Mr. Zhang what he means. I'm not Piyongcheng." Linghuhua spread his hands and pretended to be helpless, making everyone laugh.
Zhang Zhao said with a gloomy face: "I have ordered twenty to be beaten each
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board. "
Linghu Hua shook his head, "Sir, I heard clearly from behind that it was true that the two had a private fight, and it was also true that Wei Qian drew the sword first. Since the evidence is conclusive, why should he be given a lighter punishment? Could it be that Piyong Is this what the rules are like? If we have any disagreements in the future, why not just have a private fight? It’s only twenty bucks anyway.”
His words immediately resonated with everyone, and those who originally supported Wei Qian also started to boo.
"Yes, if we have disputes in the future, there is no need to be afraid of drawing swords and fighting privately!"
Zhang Zhao's face turned red and white with anger as he listened to the crowd's commotion. He didn't expect to be tricked by these two people today.
He glanced at Wei Qian bitterly and said: "Song Xin, Wei Qian had a private fight. Wei Qian drew his sword first, sentenced him to fifty canes, and was banned for fifteen days. Song Xin..." He said here, He gritted his teeth and said, "Twenty more blows."
He gritted his teeth, biting the word "beat hard" very hard, and was about to leave after saying that.
After Wei Qian heard this, he plopped down on the ground with a dull look on his face.
Linghuhua asked loudly: "Master Zhang, have you forgotten something?"
Zhang Zhao turned around fiercely, "What's the matter!?"
"We have all heard that in the private fight, the worst case will be disqualification from the quarter review. How could you forget?" Ling Huhua asked with a smile.
"Linghuhua, are you going to ruin my future!?" Wei Qian was furious when he heard this, jumped up and pointed at Linghuhua and shouted.
Linghu Hua looked innocent again, spread his hands and said, "These are Master Zhang's exact words. Perhaps he has forgotten because of his old age. I just reminded him."
Zhang Zhao looked at the two of them and said harshly, "Wei Qian is disqualified from this quarterly review." After that, he walked away.
Wei Qian was stunned. He didn't expect that the last person to be taken advantage of today would be himself. When he heard that the quarter review was cancelled, he rolled his eyes and fainted. Today, this time I have ruined my whole life's future.
He didn't even know how he was carried down the mountain, tied to a wooden frame, and stripped of his clothes. Although Zheng Yue and others also bribed the execution soldiers, the fifty-spine staff was not easily tolerated.
As for Song Xin, Linghu Hua had already taken care of everything. The soldier got the advantage and specially chose a hollow board. The sound of the blow was loud, but it didn't hurt much.
Song Xin was beaten twenty times and returned to his residence as if nothing had happened. He saw that Li Hansu had regained consciousness. When she saw Song Xin, her tears mixed with grievance, shame and anger flowed down like water bursting from a dam.
"Young master, it's all my fault that you were bullied by them."
Seeing that she was distressed, Song Xin comforted her: "It's all because of me that you are being humiliated like this. I'll help you heal your injuries first. If it's too late, you'll get scars, which won't look good."
Li Hansu looked at Song Xin and said, "Master, are you okay?"
"Brother Linghu, take care of it, I'm not injured." He told the story, and Li Hansu felt relieved.
Li Hansu thought of the scene where Song Yu dealt with Zheng Ping before, and then he felt a little relieved. "If Brother Song Yu were here, they would never dare to do this to you. When he comes back, I will learn his skills from him, so that when they bully the young master, I can protect him like Brother Song Yu!"
Song Xin was a little moved after hearing this, and felt that Li Hansu understood loyalty better than those guys who had read poetry and books. As the saying goes, every time a dog is slaughtered in a righteous way, it is a scholar who has a negative heart. He smiled and stroked Li Hansu's hair.
"Okay, but you have to heal your injuries first."
"Well, I will definitely take good care of myself!"
Song Xin smiled and said: "Okay, go wash off the black ink on your body and change your clothes. I'll prepare the medicine for you. I won't let you leave any scars." After saying that, he walked out and took out the medicine that had been prepared. Pass it to the serving maid. Here is the powder of Soul Bee, which is an excellent sore medicine material. It not only removes scars, but also has a beautifying effect.
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