Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

Wang Jiucheng, the current Shangshu of the Criminal Ministry, immediately went out of class and knelt down: "The minister is here."

"You said, how should this case be judged?" Meng Zezhi said in a deep voice, and people in Ming'er could hear the suppressed anger in his tone.

Wang Jiucheng was still a little undecided at first, after all, Emperor Ning Wu called Zhao Lingwu's father for more than 20 years, until the corner of his eye accidentally fell on the blood hole on Zhao Lingwu's forehead and was hit by Emperor Ning Wu with a tea bowl. , I got the bottom in an instant.

He organized the language: "Long live the enlightenment. Since Song Guogong has pleaded guilty, according to the "Law of Da Yang", those who have wives and marry their wives, stick ninety, one year, and divorce. Wife also stick ninety, one year, Divorce. If you deceive and marry, the rod will be ninety for two years; if the girl does not sit, everyone will leave."

It means that if you stop your wife and marry again, the man will be punished with a rod of ninety and one year in jail. If the woman knows, she will be punished as well, and the marriage relationship between the two will be revoked.

If the man conceals the fact that he has already been married, he will be sentenced to 90 and two years in jail. Although the woman is not punished, her marriage relationship must be revoked.

"Only Song Guogong entered Zuzuxiao's family, and the crime was added to the crime and should be punished severely. As for the exchange of children, there is no explicit stipulation in the "Law of Da Yang"..."

After all, there has never been an incident like Song Guogong's residence in the past.

"Considering Song Guogong's actual identity, Weichen believes that the crime of slightly selling (human trafficking) is the most appropriate." Speaking of this, he paused for a while, seeing that Emperor Ning Wu did not refute, and then continued: "Should be sentenced to prison. Wait or be exiled for three thousand miles."

"According to the law, the son-in-law cannot be an official or take a concubine. In addition, Song Guogong once wrote a letter to Zhao Yi to ask for the establishment of the son. The fraud is not true. It is indeed a deception. For three consecutive offences, he was sentenced to 90 with a stick and 12 years of imprisonment. ."

"So, the three crimes are punished together." Wang Jiucheng swallowed: "Should be divorced, be cut off, seized nobility, ransack the house, stick a hundred, and hang in prison."

Hearing this, Zhao Lingwu anxiously attacked his heart, spouting a mouthful of blood, then rolled his eyes and passed out.

"Song Guogong?"

Seeing this scene, the Ministry of War Shangshu kneeling beside him exclaimed subconsciously. Then, as if thinking of something, he closed his mouth in a daze.

The people on the dragon chair didn't speak, and the officials could only watch their noses and their hearts, and Quandang didn't see anything.

Wang Jiucheng hesitated slightly: "As for Zhao Yijing—"

Meng Ze knew it, and immediately said sharply: "Zhao Yijing, I ask you, do you know your true identity?"

Zhao Yijing, who was already distraught, was even more frightened when he heard this.

No, he must not admit this, otherwise the abyss will be waiting for him.

Just before he could reply, I heard Meng Zezhi asked and replied: "Yes, no wonder you were indiscriminately wronged back then... Madam Fengsheng killed the child in Xing's belly. I always thought it was because of that. You have been with the old lady since you were young, so because you are not very close to Mrs. Fengsheng, now it seems that the nature between mother and child is so easy to stifle. You have known your true identity for a long time. The Saint Madam naturally has no trust at all. Or it’s just that you deliberately used the topic and wanted to plant the Saint Madam..."

"No, long live," Zhao Yijing was horrified, sweating like rain: "Chen, the minister was so sad that he couldn't say anything at the time. Long live the minister really didn't know."

But Meng Zezhi didn't want to listen to his explanation at all. He said in a cold voice, "I'm here, arrogant."

"It's a big crime to risk marriage by chance. If you are unfaithful, you also lose your courtesy. You can't help being at home, because you can't help but act boldly."

Speaking of this, Meng Zezhi gasped anxiously, his eyes fell on the fainted Zhao Lingwu, with a slightly complicated expression.

After a while, he continued to speak, but the tone fell: "Remember his past merits, now, cut off Zhao Lingwu's title of Song Guo Duke, stick twenty, so that he and Fengsheng Madam will be separated, and the family property will be returned to Fengsheng Madam. all."

Hearing this, a group of civil and military officials only thought that Emperor Ning Wu was thinking about the old feelings of the past, so they chose to deal with it lightly.

But at the next moment, Meng Zezhi suddenly raised his voice again: "Zhao Lingwu seems to be pitiful, but Zhao Yi respects his heart, and he also repays his father's debt. Zhao Yijing was tortured by the palace and handed over to the Saint Madam for disposal."

Palace punishment?

All the officials were cold in the lower body, and they were even more in awe of Emperor Ning Wu.

Zhao Yijing was struck by lightning. He panicked and pleaded: "No, long live, brother nine, you can't treat me like this..."

Without his noble status, he was no different from a struggling bug who was crushed into the mud.

"Hold it down—" Meng Zezhi shouted.

After speaking, a team of guards walked in quickly, reached out his hand to cover Zhao Yijing's mouth, and forcibly dragged him and Zhao Lingwu down together.

Chaotang became quiet for an instant.

Meng Zezhi then looked at Xiao Clan. He pulled out a smile and asked, "Madam, how satisfied are you when I deal with it this way?"

After the dazedness, Xiao Clan came back to his senses, tears raining down, like gratitude and tears more like relief: "Chen...Thank you Lord Longen."

After the dynasty, Meng Zezhi took the Xiao family to Cining Palace. Since there is no one around, Meng Zezhi has no scruples: "Mother, you live here first, and your son will speak with you. You will go back after your son has cleaned up the Song Guogong mansion."

There was no comfort or exhortation. Xiao knew that Meng Zezhi knew everything, but fortunately, the other party treated her as always concerned. This was impossible to show. Apart from comfort, tears filled Xiao's eyes again. She He patted Meng Zezhi's hand and said slowly, "Okay."

In the afternoon, soldiers from the Shenji Camp surrounded Song Guogong's mansion.

Suddenly, a man in a large mansion leaned back and turned, yelling, yelling, and crying.

According to Emperor Ning Wu's will, the aunt and maid Xiaosi in the backyard of the Song State Government's mansion will be sold except for those close to the Xiao family. As for the young masters and wives, after the family property was confiscated, each of them paid fifty taels of severance pay and was expelled from the capital.

The next afternoon, the plaque on the gate of Guogong's Mansion was replaced with Fengsheng Madam's Mansion.

Song Guogong's mansion, which had been shining for a while, fell in this way. Without warning, with a taste of vigor and resoluteness, it did not give Zhao Lingwu and his son a chance to resist.

In mid-August, the Xiao family took people to take Zhao Lingwu and Zhao Yijing from the prison of Dali Temple back to the newly-launched Mrs. Fengsheng’s mansion.

Two days later, Zhao Lingwu woke up and turned around.

He struggled to get up, but found that he didn't feel anything in his lower body.

Just when he was panicking, Xiao's voice came from the air: "Don't toss, you are already paralyzed."

Zhao Lingwu followed the voice and looked over, his face was blue and white, and it was so lively, he didn't know whether he should hate her or be considerate of her.

Xiao Shi put down the tea cup in his hand, stood up, walked towards Zhao Lingwu, and finally stood by the bed, condescending: "Yes, I didn't waste the ginseng soup you drank for so many years."

Hearing this, Zhao Lingwu's expression stagnated, and an unbelievable thought came to his mind. He trembled: "You, these are all you calculated for a long time?"

"What are you talking about?" Xiao said slowly.

"Which one?" Zhao Lingwu's throat dried up.

"Yes, for example, killing Ma Sihai."

Ma Sihai was the former steward of the Guogong Mansion. Because he saved Zhao Lingwu's life on the battlefield, he was trusted by Zhao Lingwu. It was also the funeral that he presided over for Zhou Su Niang that year. Xiao Clan wanted to completely control the Guogong Mansion, so naturally he had to get rid of him first.

Zhao Lingwu was short of breath. He had always thought that Ma Sihai really died of an emergency.

"For example, I dug the bones of your old lady from the ancestral grave of your old Zhao family and buried them in Aunt Song's grave." Xiao said lightly.

Zhao Lingwu's eyes went dark. When the brothers and sisters of Zhao Yijing and Xing Xiaoya were incestuous, he personally ordered Aunt Song to carve the coffin and slaughter her body, frustrating her bones and turning her ashes into ashes.

"For another example, I borrowed your hand to give Xing Xiaoya two stable wives to help her stabilize the fetus." Xiao Paused: "You probably don't know, in fact, Zhao Yijing and Xing are not brothers and sisters. "

"what?"

Suddenly, Zhao Lingwu stunned, and exhaled short and convulsively, his face pale.

A dead person is different from a living person. The child in Xing's stomach was shot down by his own orders. That is his grandson!

"Xing's family was born of the adultery of Aunt Song and a small servant in the backyard. Naturally, it has nothing to do with Zhao Yijing."

Xiao Clan would not tell Zhao Lingwu the truth, otherwise it would not be revenge on him.

Before Zhao Lingwu could react, Xiao clan took a small bamboo tube from the steward Qiao Renyuan and placed it in front of him: "Do you know what this is?"

Zhao Lingwu was stunned for a moment.

Xiao asked and replied: "This is the offspring of your precious son."

Zhao Lingwu reacted, his canthus was about to split, and his body trembled, "You, what did you do to Jing'er?"

"What can I do to him? This is a decree made by Long live himself, saying that it was his father's debt to his son, and he was sentenced to palace sentence."

Palace punishment?

Zhao Lingwu was trembling as he was facing the abyss.

"Don't worry, he is at Xing's house right now. Looking at our past relationships, I will definitely take good care of them, and ensure that they have good food and clothing, their children and grandchildren, and your children, one day I will take care of them. , There will be one day for them."

When Zhao Lingwu rolled his eyes, he was about to faint.

Xiao immediately said: "Don't die, don't die. If you die, if I am overly sad and confused and do something that hurts the world, it will be bad, so you have to live. , Live well."

Hearing this, Zhao Lingwu came to his senses abruptly, and he tremblingly said, "Poisonous woman, poisonous woman... I'm just being a ghost and I won't let you go."

Hearing this, Xiao nodded solemnly: "It's okay if you don't say it. What you said reminded me. Don't worry, when you die, I will definitely find a few masters personally. You are suppressed in the coffin, so that you will never live longer."

After finishing talking, Xiao threw the small bamboo tube into the charcoal basin at his feet, and then turned and walked out. She turned a deaf ear to Zhao Lingwu's curse.

At the door, she ordered: "Watch a little bit, don't let him die."

The tone was exactly the same as when Zhao Lingwu dealt with Xing Xiaoya.

The butler Qiao Renyuan immediately bowed and responded: "Yes."

Xiao nodded, moved the Buddhist beads in his hand, and stepped out of the room with his foot.

The sun is just outside the house.