Chapter 37: War and chaos are never a one-person affair
As soon as these words came out, almost everyone's eyes were focused on the same place.
Han Weiwei walked resolutely into the courtroom amidst the crowded crowd, dressed in plain clothes, her steps heavy and sad.
When Yang Sharen saw her, he suddenly became furious like a raging beast: "You again?! Vicious woman! You set a trap for me yesterday. If it weren't for you, how could I have been caught? It's all your fault!"
Han Weiwei stood in the middle of the hall and cried, "Why don't you admit what you did? I never provoked you, but you came to my door again and again to stop me. I can't swallow this anymore! Today, everyone here will report you!"
She confessed how Yang Sharen had troubled her from beginning to end, until later, when she talked about her grandfather's death, her voice was so sad that everyone present was moved.
Xiao Zhinian pondered and said, "Yang Sharen, did you hear clearly? According to the laws of our dynasty, how should such crimes be punished? Yang Shihui, tell me."
Prefect Yang wiped his cold sweat, and seeing that his nephew was hopeless, he said like a wilted eggplant: "If the evidence is conclusive, those who attempted to commit adultery shall be punished with fifty lashes of the cane. If they have already committed the crime, castration shall be added."
Shen Zhejiang nodded and said, "That's right."
By the time he heard half of it, Yang Sharen was already scared silly. Not to mention being beaten with fifty boards, even ten boards would probably cost him half his life.
"No! Uncle! I don't want to die! I don't want to become a eunuch! I still want to expand our Yang family! Uncle, please save me!!"
Yang Sharen flew to the wooden table, hugged the corner of it tightly with his hands and feet, and howled with tears and snot.
Xiao Zhinian immediately ordered: "What are you waiting for? Execute!"
A long bench was pulled to the front of the hall, and four or five officials rushed forward to hold Yang Sharen. One of them lifted one of his arms and quickly moved him to the bench and secured him.
With every raise and fall of the stick, Yang Sharen's screams, like a pig being slaughtered, echoed in every corner.
It is even more gratifying and makes people applaud.
"Good!! Good fight!"
"Ah - help - stop it!!"
If there is a first one, there will be a second one.
Upon seeing this, the people who had been oppressed stood up one after another to accuse Yang Sharen. Every word they wrote was filled with righteous indignation, and the full petitions could not even fit on a single page.
Prefect Yang was too tired to continue watching. When his cunning eyes moved, he saw a scene that made him dumbfounded.
He saw—
Xiao Zhinian was actually rubbing Shen Zhejiang's waist? !
These two people actually have such a dirty relationship.
Half surprised and half understanding, Magistrate Yang stroked his beard meaningfully, with a lot on his mind.
Meanwhile, Xiao Zhinian was concentrating entirely on Shen Zhejiang and didn't notice that Prefect Yang had already taken note of their every move.
"How is my technique? Does it still hurt, sir?"
Although Xiao Zhinian sat solemnly, his hand dishonestly went around behind Shen Zhejiang, using the back of the chair as a cover, and touched Shen Zhejiang's thin waist, gently rubbing it to relieve the pain.
Last night, Xiao Zhinian checked into a hotel and tried everything first. Being young and energetic, he forgot to exercise restraint for a moment, and the crazy and intense energy made Shen Zhejiang's whole body almost fall apart.
Shen Zhejiang was naturally not feeling well.
Running back and forth and standing still for a long time, anyone else would have collapsed into a pile of mud and complained bitterly.
Fortunately, he was very patient. No matter how sore or painful it was, he stood straight, gritted his teeth and persevered, without showing any discomfort.
But no matter what, the body would still involuntarily make some stress responses, which even Shen Zhejiang himself had never noticed, such as the occasional slightly furrowed brows, and the breathing becoming less stable and less regular than usual.
But Xiao Zhinian noticed it.
"Let go! Do you want others to see you?"
Shen Zhejiang tried to lower his voice as much as possible, and every word he said was a warning. He also turned his hand behind his back to brush away Xiao Zhinian's restlessness, feeling angry and anxious.
Xiao Zhinian raised a small smile at the corner of his mouth, and let Shen Zhejiang grab and hold his hands without letting go. He pressed and rubbed through the clothes, feeling very comfortable: "These people are watching Yang Sharen being beaten with a stick, it's very lively, how could they notice us?"
Her eyelashes were deep, and she asked with a smile: "Is the force enough? Do you feel comfortable, sir?"
Shen Zhejiang scolded, "Xiao Zhinian!"
While pulling secretly, Shen Zhejiang's nails scratched a deep mark on the back of Xiao Zhinian's hand, breaking the skin and oozing blood.
Xiao Zhinian felt no pain, as if that was not a wound, but the nectar bestowed upon him by Chen Zhejiang. It was so sweet that he was happy to accept it. He smiled brightly and said, "Sir, do you know what you look like?"
Shen Zhejiang was stunned before, and fearing that he would hurt Xiao Zhinian again, he had already stopped, his expression was slightly indifferent, and he didn't want to pay attention to him, but he was a little curious and asked again: "What?"
"Like a cat, it won't let you touch it, it's very aloof, and it'll scratch you if it's unhappy," Xiao Zhinian paused, "but I like it."
War and chaos are never the work of one person.
Shen Zhejiang's heart beat rapidly, as if he was thrown into a jar full of syrup, and was covered in the sweetness.
On the other side, Yang Sharen was slumped on a bench, dying, blood foam coming out of his mouth. His arms and legs were half hanging down, his body was a bloody mess, revealing his veins.
There was a strong smell of blood in the air.
"Yang Shihui, if you are unkind, then I will be unjust..." Yang Sharen half closed his eyes, unconscious, mumbling nonsense, "If you...if you don't save me, then I will..."
The sound is like a mosquito's hum.
The yamen runner who was executing the sentence was close by and heard it. He bowed and said, "Sir, he has something to say."
Prefect Yang raised his hand and said, "Listen to what he is saying."
"Yes," the yamen runner squatted beside his mouth, put his ear close to it, and repeated Yang Sharen's words word by word, "I will expose your collusion to the court..."
Collusion?
Xiao Zhinian and Shen Zhejiang both sensed something was wrong and became alert instantly.
Magistrate Yang was quick-eyed and quick-spoken. With a loud bang, the gavel hit the table three times, causing it to shake and almost break.
"You speak wildly and slander the officials. Your crime is even more serious!"
The flag fell to the ground, and the dust shook.
Prefect Yang placed his hands on the table, his eyes bloodshot, and shouted, "Hit me!"
Xiao Zhinian stood up suddenly, his robes fluttering like waves, and rushed over in three steps: "Wait a minute!"
Just as he finished speaking, the huge stick slammed down on Yang Sharen's last breath, blood splattered everywhere and soaked the ground.
Yang Sharen's whole body twitched violently like a fish that had been out of water for a long time before dying, and he went limp as if he had lost his breath. His eyes rolled back and blood flowed from his mouth onto the bench, dripping in a circle.
Just died like that.
"......"
Xiao Zhinian stood there in a daze, his knuckles gradually clenched into fists, making crackling sounds.
The people outside didn't know what had happened and looked at each other in confusion.
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