There are not just one or two princes in Chang'an, but many.
But judging from Zou Han's tone, the person in this sentence could only be one person.
The prince of Changxiang County, Li Chenghe.
Wu Qiqi was silent for a moment, then took Zou Han to another secluded corner, held his forehead in pain, and said to his friend: "You said that you are a stinky jailer who has taken care of your family. After living for so many years, you have no money." If you save it, you have to get involved in something like this that will kill people."
"...I believe Nie Shilei is innocent. He is a very good person and there is absolutely no way he would commit such a crime..."
"Did you eat too many lice in the dungeon of Dali Temple? Or did that fool give you some ecstasy soup?"
Wu Qiqi said angrily: "You have been a jailer for more than ten years, and your heart has not cooled down yet? You usually wouldn't even lend me a few coins, but now you are willing to work for a fool."
Zou Han said to himself: "...I secretly interviewed the witnesses before, and from their descriptions, the appearance of the carriage that picked up Meng Ying was very similar to the carriage at the Prince's Mansion in Changxiang County.
Moreover, on the day after the Dragon Boat Festival, the county prince's palace dismantled and burned the still new carriage on the grounds of "cleaning out old things."
The most critical thing is Nie Shilei's testimony. He was taken to an alley by a very good-looking woman and had a passive relationship with her without knowing what happened.
And was knocked unconscious afterwards.
When he woke up, Meng Ying next to him was already dead. In a panic, he wanted to button up Meng Ying's clothes. Just in time to be caught. "
"So you should tell Mr. Li Xiaolang the facts of the case just now!"
Wu Qiqi gritted his teeth and said: "Even if there is evidence, do you think you can capture the Prince of Changxiang for that fool, or is it worthless?
Besides, you still have no evidence! "
Wu Qiqi seemed to have lost his strength. He leaned his head against the wall, let out a long sigh, silently picked up the oil lamp and turned around to leave.
Zou Han subconsciously took half a step and asked, "Where are you going?"
"Go and copy the files."
Wu Shiqi waved his hand without looking back and said tiredly: "The day after tomorrow, there will be a court hearing in Dali Temple.
I'm going to sort out all the details of the case and send them to Mr. Li Xiaolang's house, hoping that he will be interested in it.
In Chang'an, only noble people can compete with noble people.
We are just mice. "
"..."
Zou Han watched his friend's leaving figure and fell into silence.
Brush pull.
There was a feeling of being pulled on his palm. Zou Han turned his head and saw a young and thin figure pulling his palm.
Nie Yuhuan, the eggshell on her head is gone, her hair looks like she has just been washed, and she is still holding the flower basket on her arm.
"How did you come?"
Zou Han tried his best to squeeze out a kind smile. During this time, he was gradually touched by the kindness and innocence of Nie Shilei in the Dali Temple prison, and gradually regarded Nie Yuhuan as his daughter who died of illness in his early years.
If my daughter hadn't died, she would be as old as her now...
"..."
Nie Yuhuan blinked but still said nothing. He took Zou Han's hand and came to the locust tree in Dongshi.
It is summer, and the pale white locust flowers are in full bloom, densely clustered together, and covered with treetops and branches.
Nie Yuhuan's thin body knelt down beside the stone altar of the locust tree, closed his eyes, clasped his palms together, and prayed devoutly.
Zou Han stood aside in embarrassment, noticing the curious and probing glances of the passers-by around him. He gritted his teeth and knelt in front of the big locust tree with the little girl.
After a moment, the sound of swiping sounded next to him,
Zou Han opened his eyes and saw that Nie Yuhuan had finished kneeling and stood up, holding a small pale white sophora flower in his hand.
She took Zou Han's palm and drew the word "prison" on his palm.
"Are you going to see your brother again?"
Zou Han was stunned for a moment. After seeing the determined expression on the other party's face, he stood up helplessly, "The day after tomorrow is the day of trial in Dali Temple. I'm afraid it won't be good. Other colleagues in the prison already have opinions on me..."
Brush pull.
Nie Yuhuan quietly took out a piece of flying money worth one hundred guan from the bamboo basket and made a "hush" gesture towards Zou Han.
"Huh? So much..."
Zou Han lowered his voice subconsciously, "Money. Who gave it? A kind person?"
Hey, people are really stupid and don’t have enough money..."
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Tap tap tap.
Two footsteps, one heavy and one light, accompanied by the swaying light of the oil lamp, arrived at the cold corridor of the Dali Temple prison.
"Hey, little girl, come closer and let me see clearly."
"Are you coming to see your brother again? Haha, he offended Jin Wusuan and will die this fall. Maybe the body will be skinned by cramps, burned to ashes, and sprinkled in front of that Meng's tomb."
The dirty and vicious words of prisoners from all walks of life rang out from the cells on both sides of the corridor.
Zou Han passed by the aisle with an expressionless face, and the wooden stick in his hand "accidentally" hit a hand holding the iron railing, slamming it back.
Nie Yuhuan, with a tense face, walked to the end of the Dali Temple prison.
I don't know whether it was due to luck or the nobleman's special instructions, but this cell was actually cleaner than other cells in Dali Temple.
There was a layer of straw on the floor, and there were not many bugs or flies crawling around.
"Little sister, is it you?"
Nie Shilei heard the noise, dragged the heavy shackles, crawled over from the corner of the cell with difficulty, and lay down beside the iron cell.
His clothes were ragged, his hair was disheveled, and there were scars with bloody scabs everywhere on his body. His face was black and blue, and his speech, which was not very clear, became even more blurred.
Half of these injuries were caused by the policemen and Meng Ying’s family members on the night of the Dragon Boat Festival.
Half were the result of torture during this period.
Nie Yuhuan raised his thin hands, passed through the iron prison fence, and held Nie Shilei's arm, with crystal tears rolling down his face.
"No, it's okay."
Nie Shilei comforted his sister with a smile, "Dad, where is dad? Why didn't he come? Are you sick? Is it serious?"
The two brothers and sister talked softly across the iron railing.
It wasn't until Zou Han vaguely heard the movement above the dungeon and urged him a few words that Nie Yuhuan wiped away the tears on his face and put the pale white Sophora japonica flower into Nie Shilei's palm.
The two brothers and sisters have been getting along day and night in the past, and they can communicate directly with gestures without having to laboriously write on their palms.
Zou Han could only understand a small part of the gestures Nie Yuhuan made, such as sophora japonica, putting it on the body, keeping it carefully, etc.
The locust tree god?
Zou Han couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. Thinking of the folk tale that was about to disappear in the East City, he sighed silently in his heart and looked up at the top of the cold and dark dungeon.
It's like trying to see the stars in the sky clearly through a dungeon where the sun is hidden,
If there really is a god in the world who can protect civilians, then please ask him to bring justice to this case...
