Unknowingly, the time has reached 13:00, and the guests in the Juyou Building are leaving one after another; just as the waiter is about to close the door, a stuttering man wearing a dark green gown bursts in from the door. Man.
"Sir, we are closing now, please come back tomorrow." The waiter shook the dusty rag on his shoulder with his left hand, and stopped the man in front of him with his right hand.
"S-stop talking nonsense, I have money." The man pushed the waiter away roughly, walked straight to an empty seat, and sat down unnaturally, with a look of pain on his face that was half a smile but not a smile. : "Here, serve tea."
"Sir, you must know that this is the property of the Su family. If you don't follow the rules, you will be unable to eat and walk around!" The waiter has been tired for a day. He was just about to close up and rest but was treated like this. His heart was moved. Really hot.
"Boy, this brother is here to see us." Tong and Liu walked into the lobby one after another outside the door. Tong Bo gestured to Liu Ningshi with his eyes: "I want to borrow your precious treasure to say a few words, please do it for me." .”
"Second brother, you can close as usual and don't worry about us; we can just leave through the back door after we finish talking." Liu Ningshi rolled her eyes at Tong Bo, took out a tael of silver from her waist and gave it to the waiter.
"It turns out that he is a friend of Mr. Su, so of course it's okay." The waiter weighed the money and turned from anger to joy, but he did not forget to warn the man in green shirt: "Huh! If I hadn't looked at the face of these two gentlemen today, , I want you to look good."
The waiter tossed the rag and walked into the back hall. Tong Bo and Liu Ningshi sat on the left and right sides of the Green Tree Man: "Master Zhou, I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon."
"Stop talking nonsense, bring it." Zhou Ling spread his hands towards Tong Bo with a look of displeasure.
"What to take?" Liu Ningshi was a little confused after hearing this.
"It's only been a few hours and you can't stand it anymore?" Tong Bo smiled and pushed Zhou Ling's hand away, turning to Liu Ningshi: "It's nothing serious, I just accidentally got a piece of it on it when I was paying the money. The money from the numbing powder was given to Master Zhou."
"Oh, are you too careless?" After hearing Tong Bo's words, Liu Ningshi felt like a mirror and acted with him: "Brother Xiangyun, why don't you give Master Zhou the antidote quickly?"
"Of course the antidote must be given?" Tong Bo paused, then turned to Zhou Ling: "Should Advocate Zhou show some sincerity and give an explanation to the Advocate Ping Yin you gave me?"
"This, this?" Zhou Ling was asked by Tong Bo, and his eyes kept rolling in his sockets. He forced himself to laugh and said, "Sir, Zhou Ling doesn't understand what you mean?"
"I often hear people say: People with big heads are honest on the surface, but in fact they are full of evil. I didn't really believe it at first, but after meeting Master Zhou today, I believe it." Tong Bo stood up: "Since Zhou If the litigant is so insincere, then there is nothing to talk about; Miss Liu, let's go."
"Don't, don't go." Zhou Ling had a look of pain on his face and kept twisting his body: "I was afraid of poverty, so I thought of coveting the young master's money. Because it wasn't long before I got the qualification of a lawyer, so this Only if I hold it myself can I use it in Tingwei Mansion."
"Is it true that no one instructed you to do this?" Tong Bo asked, staring at Zhou Ling with squinted eyes.
"I, I, Zhou Ling, swear to the sky that if anyone instructs me, I will be pierced by thousands of arrows and die." Zhou Ling raised two fingers and swore.
"Bo is just asking casually, Advocate Zhou, don't be so nervous!" Tong Bo smiled and patted Zhou Ling on the shoulder: "Then please ask Advocate Zhou to move to Tingwei Mansion and defend An Dafang."
"But, I, I am not very articulate, can you, can you trust me?" Zhou Ling pointed towards himself, with a look of expectation in his eyes.
"Miss Liu, it's up to you to decide this matter." Tong Bo took out a small white porcelain bottle from his arms and turned it in his hand: "This is the antidote for numbing itching powder."
"Ning Shi feels that although Mr. Zhou has a stutter, he still has the qualifications of a litigator. This alone makes him worthy of trust. Brother Xiangyun, what do you think?" Liu Ningshi took the porcelain vase from Tong Bo and handed it to him. Gave it to Zhou Ling.
"Since Miss Liu has agreed, Bo naturally has no objection." Tong Bo retracted his hand that stretched out to grab the porcelain bottle: "Then we will explain the cause and effect of this matter to Mr. Zhou."
It was just dawn in the morning, and nearly two-thirds of the customers were already sitting in Li Laoshi's wonton shop. Some of them were eating frantically, some were urging, and there were also new customers looking for seats. Only the waiter was busy. Strewn everywhere.
"Waiter, tell your shopkeeper to come out." Suddenly a shout broke the originally natural and busy atmosphere, and three men in red clothes and black winged hats were seen entering the store; their clothes had the words " There was a big word "tax" written on it, and the tax tag in his hand kept shaking.
"Gentlemen, don't you know what's going on this early in the morning?" Li Laoshi, who was waiting at the counter, knew when he saw the tax collectors that they were coming, so he hurriedly came out to greet them.
"I was ordered to collect taxes." The leading tax collector stretched his hand back, and the tax collector on the left behind him handed over an account book; the leading tax collector took the account book and flipped it with his hands: "Yes, Li Laoshi Wonton Shop, you should pay thirty taels of tax.”
"Poor sir, it used to be two taels of silver, why did it go up by one tael this time?" Li Laoshi's voice was as low as a mosquito: "Besides, look, the little old man's shop just opened today, so I can't get it all at once. That’s a lot of money.”
"Old man, do you want to resist paying taxes? But do you want to go to jail?" The leading tax collector grabbed Li Laoshi's collar.
"Don't dare, little old man understands." Li Laoshi shouted loudly: "Zhao Si, go and get three taels of silver from the cabinet and give it to these poor men."
"Hmph! I guess you know your stuff." The leading tax collector took the money with his left hand and bumped it twice in his palm. He let go of Li Laoshi with his right hand and said, "Let this old man sign on the account book. Let's go to the next house."
"Ascend to the throne!" In the lobby of Tingwei's Mansion, there were four Tingwei wearing blue and white imperial uniforms standing on each side. They stood with their feet straddled, their right hands holding the iron ruler behind their waists, and their heads raised. Shouting slogans to ascend the hall.
In the center of the lobby, Zhi Shan, wearing an official uniform and an official hat, sat upright, and his subordinate, a long-bearded master, was sitting in front of the desk, flipping through the files.
"The guard of the Jingwei Mansion, Chang An Dafang, has met Mr. Ting Wei Zhi." An Dafang stood proudly in a dark black guard uniform with a brown cloak, but he did not wear a guard cap on his head, and his black hair also wore
A yellow wooden hairpin was tied neatly; his face was slightly pale, and it was obvious that he had not fully recovered from the old injury.
"Li Shu, the humble guard of the Imperial Guard, meets your lord." Li Shu, dressed in a white prison uniform, with his hands and feet shackled, came up to the hall under the escort of two imperial guards and knelt down at the foot of the hall.
"An Dafang, since you can come to this hall and see me, why don't you kneel down?" Zhi Shan frowned slightly, with a look of displeasure on his face.
"Dafang is the chief guard of the Jingwei Mansion personally appointed by His Majesty. He has the right to be exempted from kneeling before the case is clear." An Dafang bowed his hands toward the east.
"Hmph! What you said is not wrong, but according to the law, any suspect who enters the Tingwei Mansion must be beaten with twenty killing sticks." Zhi Shan's face turned cold, and he took out a stick from the lottery tube with the index finger of his right hand. The order was thrown to the ground.
After hearing the order from Tingwei, the two imperial guards in the last row moved a wooden torture instrument to the center of the main hall. The two imperial guards in the front row, one on the left and one on the right, locked them behind An Dafeng with their hands. His arms: "Go!"
"Humph! No need to go to such trouble." An Da Fangmo used his inner energy, shrugged his shoulders slightly, and knocked the two imperial guards back a few steps; he calmly took off his cloak and threw it on the wooden torture rack. , holding his hands in front of his chest: "A man is born between heaven and earth, and he must be upright; come on, just beat him like this. If you snort, my surname is not An."
"I didn't expect you to be a tough guy. I just don't know if your bones are as tough as your mouth." Zhi Shan waved his sleeves at several imperial guards: "It's as he wished."
"Yes!" The two imperial guards raised their wooden feet with both hands, and were about to hit An Dafang hard on the back to regain the face they had just been knocked back.
"S-Stop." Zhou Ling, who was dressed in green cedar outside the hall, entered first, followed by Liu Ningshi and Tong Bo: "According to the law of Qi, if the suspect is sick, he must... He must be exempted from his killing stick. Zhi, Master Zhi has been in charge of the law of punishment for a long time. How could he not know it?"
"Huh? Who are you, and how dare you break into the lobby of our court?" Zhi Shan's face flashed with murderous intent: "What are the guards guarding the door doing?"
"Master Zhi, does this Zhou Litigator have a lawyer to lead him?" Liu Ningshi took a few steps forward and stood side by side with Zhou Ling: "And he is also willing to become Brother Da Fang's lawyer and defend him."
"Sir Zhi, this is Litigation Master Zhou's Litigation Pingyin; and this is the official document approved by the Ministry of Punishment, please have a look." Tong Bo handed Litigation Pingyin and the official document from the Ministry of Punishment to a court guard who came forward.
"Ning Shi, you managed to get all the writing together in such a short time. It seems that my teacher has done a lot of work." Zhi Shanyin smiled: "But even so, how can Master Zhou prove this person?" Are you sick?"
"An, Chief An's face is pale, his forehead is weak, and he is sweating profusely. At first glance, he is sick. Isn't there a doctor in Tingwei Mansion to come and check it out?" Zhou Ling said. Don't be afraid and confront Zhi Shan tit for tat.
"According to the rules of our Tingwei Mansion, a suspect will be examined by a doctor in the mansion before he comes to court. An Dafang is just an old injury that has not healed, so he cannot be considered sick." Zhi Shan leaned on the table with his right arm, his neck slightly tilted. Lean forward: "There is no provision in Qi Lv that a person who is injured can be exempted from the killing stick."
"This is just your own words, Mr. Zhi. According to the Qi Law, if the defense counsel raises or raises questions, they can be examined in court." Although Zhou Ling stuttered, he was proficient in the Qi Law and hit the loopholes in every sentence. superior.
"Miss Liu, you are indeed right about the person. We made the right bet this time." Tong Bo praised Liu Ningshi using secret transmission.
"Of course, I have a sharp eye, so how could I see the wrong person?" Liu Ningshi said with a proud look on her face, and sent a secret message to Tong Bo.
