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When Song Jianran came out, the sergeants gathered outside were quiet, but there was clearly dissatisfaction in their eyes.
Yes, they are dissatisfied with Song Jianran!
"My lord, why is Mr. Ma, such a good person, subjected to such humiliation?"
A sergeant shouted in the crowd, which immediately aroused everyone's anger.
"Yes! A scholar dares to humiliate the dignified official Qianhu. Sir, what have we become?"
"I'm not convinced! If we can't resolve this matter fairly, let's go knock on the door!"
¡°Knocking! Knocking! Knocking¡¡±
The voices became louder and louder, and the sergeants became more and more angry.
Song Jianran knew that he had to take action, otherwise the nature of knocking on Que would be similar to that of rebellion.
Pressing down with both hands, Song Jianran was satisfied to see the sound gradually disappear.
But facing these expectant eyes, Song Jianran suddenly felt a lot of pressure.
"I will continue to follow up on this matter, please be patient and don't be impatient."
Dissatisfaction began to brew. Song Jianran sighed in his heart and said: "Ma Sheng beat someone to death. According to law, he must be punished. No one can undo this"
There began to be a commotion below, and Song Jianran sighed: "This is the law, and your Majesty cannot undo it!"
Yes, law, the basic principles of a country are often restricted by self-discipline and morality, but law is the foundation that maintains the normal operation of the country.
"I will go to the palace to argue for Masheng, but you can't make trouble. That will add fuel to the fire! It will only make Masheng's ending worse"
Song Jianran nodded after speaking and then entered the palace.
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The palace was already calm at the moment. When Song Jianran arrived, he saw the stunned expressions of the civil servants, and his heart dropped.
There is no hope, then just do your best and obey fate!
"Your Majesty, the officials of thousands of households under my command may be victorious"
Song Jianran raised his head and glanced at Zhu Gaochi. What he saw was impatience, and his heart skipped a beat. Then he said bravely: "Na Ma Sheng has been fighting for many years and has made many achievements, and"
"He killed someone!"
Lu Zhen said lightly.
"If you beat someone to death, you have to bear the consequences. Under the law, he can't escape."
Jin Youzi¡¯s eyes were cold, civil and military affairs were not mutually exclusive. The conflicts between civil servants and officials could be put aside at this moment, and everyone had the same goal.
Yang Pu watched this series of changes with interest, but he said nothing.
During the days of imprisonment, Yang Pu learned patience and reflection. He cried and was afraid in his dream, and when he woke up, he became the Yang Pu who never tire of studying.
But Huang Huai frowned and said: "Your Majesty, I remember that the Suzaku Guard did not take a rest today, so how can Ma Sheng drink in the restaurant? Please investigate thoroughly."
Yang Pu sighed slightly when he heard this. He knew that Huang Huai was eager to express himself, and he also had it, but he held it back.
Prison and loneliness are the best teachers. They taught Yang Pu to be patient, calm, and not to show off.
Song Jianran saw sweat on his forehead, and he said: "Your Majesty, the Suzaku Guards take turns to take a bath, and today it is Ma Sheng's turn."
Lu Zhen sneered and said: "But beating someone to death while drunk Your Majesty hates this very much. Mr. Song, that Masheng must be used to being domineering, right? He fights at the slightest disagreement. What a powerful person!"
Song Jianran said angrily: "Then Li Chun made rude remarks and humiliated Ma Sheng"
Huang Huai said coldly: "Ma Sheng can report it, and Li Chun will naturally be punished!"
Zhu Gaochi saw Song Jianran's flushed face, squinted his eyes slightly, then looked outside the hall, a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and then said: "This matter is in accordance with the law, so you can leave it alone."
Song Jianran could only kowtow to apologize, then Zhu Gaochi nodded, and he stood up to leave.
"He is dead!"
Song Jianran heard a small voice after turning around. He could not look back and had to leave the palace full of indignation.
After leaving the palace, Song Jianran went to find a familiar clerk and asked him how the Ming Dynasty dealt with this matter. The result was very disappointing.
"My lord, anyone who kills in a fight, regardless of limbs, other objects, or gold blades, will be hanged. Therefore, the murderer must be beheaded!"
There¡¯s no chance!
Is it better to hang Ma?
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"Uncle, if we follow the law, Ma Sheng will definitely die."
After Huang Zhong explained some laws to Fang Xing, he sighed and said: "If?The civil servants are powerful, but Ma Sheng's crime will not lead to death. After all, it was Li Chun who insulted others first, and the law must be reasonable! What's more, Ma Sheng had just returned from the northern expedition and was full of evil spirits. Hey! "
Fang Xing was assembling a Luban lock. The drawing he drew was very clear, but he had assembled it countless times and still nothing happened!
Why!
Fang Xing threw the parts on the table and said, "The key to this matter lies in two points. One is that Ma Sheng had just fought for the country and his evil spirit could not be dissipated, so he went to a restaurant to eat and be dispatched. This is a must!"
Fang Xing¡¯s eyes suddenly turned sharp and he said, ¡°Secondly, who gave that Li Chun the courage to insult a Qianhu officer of the Ming Dynasty¡¯s military?¡±
Huang Zhong felt a chill coming over him, and he couldn't help but have a deeper understanding of the so-called evil spirit, and then said: "Uncle, I'm afraid those martial artists won't say anything!"
Fang Xing smiled and said: "Those martial artists pretend to be elegant and study every day. They wish they could let the scholars admit that they are disciples of saints. Then will they forget Mencius's words?"
Huang Zhong nodded and said: "I will shrink back on my own, even if there are thousands of people, I will go!"
Fang Xing pondered: "If Wu Xun continues to remain silent, then it can be considered that they have admitted defeat and will have no backbone from now on."
Huang Zhong felt cold all over. He knew the consequences of Wu Xun's silence - Ming Dynasty would become a world of civil servants from now on, and the consequences of the civil-military struggle would also be there.
¡ª¡ªThe noble but the humble!
That consequence made Huang Zhong worried. Just when he was about to say something, he heard footsteps outside.
"Dad"
Fang Xing¡¯s evil spirit dissipated in an instant, and he hurried over to greet her, smiling: ¡°Wuyou baby, are you awake from sleep?¡±
Wuyou yawned sleepily in Nanny Qin's arms and said softly: "Dad"
"Why!"
Fang Xing took her, then put his face against hers and asked, "Are you hungry, Wuyou?"
Wuyou turned around and looked at Huang Zhong blankly.
Huang Zhong looked at it with a smile. This eldest lady was amazing. Ever since she was born, the entire Fang family had respected her. Fang Xing was afraid of her melting when he held it in his mouth, and he was afraid of dropping it when he held it in his hands.
"Dad"
"Hey! Come on, dad just got a Luban lock. Let's put it together."
Seeing that Fang Xing had completely forgotten about the business, Huang Zhong smiled and resigned.
Fang Xing put Wuyou on the table and handed her the parts of the Luban Lock.
"eat!"
Wuyou picked up a piece of wood and stuffed it into his mouth. Fang Xing's soul was so strong that he snatched it away.
"Baby, there are so many harmful substances in this thing!"
Wuyou was robbed of the wooden stick. She looked at Fang Xing blankly, and then moisture slowly began to accumulate in her big eyes. Her small mouth shrank, looking at the coming storm.
Fang woke up and panicked. He hurriedly handed the wooden stick over and coaxed: "Don't cry, baby! Daddy is wrong, wrong!"
"Wow¡¡"
The storm came as expected, accompanied by Fang Xing's helpless voice to coax the child, full of life. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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