The shuo wind blew across the entire Mengzhou territory, and dark clouds were weaving, weighing heavily on the city of Mengdu.
Different from the bone-chilling cold wind, at the entrance of the market in the west of the city, there were crowds of people. Ulala surrounded them on three floors inside and three floors outside. The crowd was excited and enthusiastic.
Over the heads of everyone, a ten-foot-tall execution platform suddenly appeared. There was a circle of dry firewood placed around it, and the yamen were pouring kerosene on it.
The woman's frail body was tied to a wooden stake behind her, her hands spread outward and fixed on both sides by thick hemp ropes. She lowered her head, neither crying nor complaining.
Like a rag doll that has lost its life.
The ocher clothes were empty, and the feet without shoes were dangling without roots or foundation. The strong wind carried sand particles, and the rolled clothes were like waves crashing hard, hitting the body hard, causing the wooden frame to make a slight creaking sound. , as if whimpering for a woman.
In the cold wind, the enthusiasm of the onlookers was high, as if a pot of raw dumplings were suddenly dropped into the boiling water, causing an exciting tumbling.
"Tsk tsk tsk, it's a pity that you are so young."
"The poisonous woman deserves to be burned to death!"
People pointed and pointed, even if their faces showed compassion and said it was a pity, their eyes were all excited to see the excitement.
What's more, the woman committed a serious crime of killing her husband, and the government has already decided it. She is a heinous person. Why can't they just watch the joke of a wicked person.
Yu Zhixian asked the master next to him: "What time is it?"
The master glanced at Ke Lu and replied, "Sir, it's not even close."
"Yes." Yu Zhixian sat steadily on his official chair. No matter how strong the wind was, which made the official uniforms rustle, it never wavered from his official hat.
The master thought of something and said in a low voice: "Your Excellency solved this case so quickly, it will be counted in the merit book, and it will be the icing on the cake when the official assessment is held at the end of the year." Promotion Promotion.
However, the master only dared to keep the second half of the sentence in his heart. The two of them knew it well but could not express it in words.
Speaking of this topic, Yu Zhixian sighed deeply, a hint of helplessness about his unsatisfactory official career flashed in his deep eyes, and he couldn't help but hold a breath in his heart.
"Time is not waiting for me." Yu Zhixian looked at the clouds covering the sky. The hazy weather seemed to be a reflection of his heart.
The master shook his head. He had served as the master of Mengdu County for thirty years. How could he not know the mood of Yu Zhixian?
Yu Zhixian was born a little more unlucky than ordinary people. He took the scientific examination three times. The first time he got lost and he didn't catch up. The second time he set out half a year early but he caught up. However, he fainted halfway through the test because he had not recovered from the cold. Asking someone to carry him out of the examination room would naturally be considered a failure.
The last time, in the 18th year of Dingkang, Yu Zhixian finally got his wish and became the second-class Jinshi that year.
"Election System" says: There are three people in the first class, one hundred and eighty-three people in the second class, and one hundred and seventy-four people in the third class.
Just looking at the numbers, you need to consider that there are thousands or even tens of thousands of people taking the scientific examination every year, and you will understand how difficult it is to stand out among them.
Besides, Yu Zhixian is ranked among the top 20 and fifty-sixth. It is almost unreasonable to say that he is the proud son of heaven, but given time, he will definitely be an indispensable pillar of the country.
But the problem was that when Yu Zhixian worked hard in the Hanlin Academy for five years and was finally about to be reused, the Xia Wu Dynasty was destroyed.
It is impossible for the new emperor to abandon all the old ministers of the previous dynasty, but it is difficult to reuse them after all. Not to mention that the cabinet is far away, even the three provinces and six ministries have nothing to do with him anymore.
Finally, he was sent to Mengdu County as magistrate. In the past sixteen years, he has gradually transformed from an ambitious young talent to a veteran who lives in depression and specializes in officialdom.
Thinking of this, the master sighed again for Yu Zhixian, glanced at him, and immediately cheered up, "Sir, the time has come!"
Yu Deshui calmed down, pursed the corners of his mouth, showing his official authority, grabbed the token, circled the word 'death' with a cinnabar pen, and prepared to throw it out.
"Wait a minute!" This shout rang out among the boiling crowd, as if a drop of ice water had been poured into a boiling pot, and the dumplings that had been churning suddenly stopped.
There was a moment of silence at the scene.
The most confused person is the government servant who brought Lu Anran here. You, a person who made a mistake and came to apologize, how dare you yell at the magistrate.
Lu Anran didn't care about this, her eyes were burning as if they could penetrate the curtain and burn the magistrate's face.
"The little lady came here to ask a question." She did not give in, and did not wait for the magistrate to ask. She said in one breath: "The magistrate named Fang Jing. I wonder if he has learned from the mirror?"
