West of Huangjimen, Wenhua Hall.

Dakan once every ten days, except for the Great Court in the Huangji Hall of the Daming Palace at the beginning of the month, the rest are all in the Wenhua Hall.

Jia Cong rode the special carriage and led by four horses to the imperial city Shunyi Gate and walked in.

When I arrived at Wenhua Hall, I waited for the Yellow Gate to enter and Tongbing. Soon after, I received an imperial edict to enter.

In addition to the Zhuzi Masters with Cranes, Phenics and Peacocks, there are the most seventh-rank rookies with Pearls and Purple.

Other officials are rare, which shows that not every Beijing official will attend such a small dynasty meeting.

Master Zhu Zi was calm and had a peaceful expression.

However, the seventh-rank rookie official was very indignant, as if he could not use his eyes to cut the scholar in white in the hall into pieces!

"Long live my emperor."

Although Jia Cong was younger than the Censors who had plucked the zither, his demeanor seemed to be as calm as those of the zithers wearing cranes, and he met according to etiquette.

Seeing him like this, Emperor Chongkang, who was indifferent on the dragon chaise, nodded slightly and shouted: "Flat."

He also said: "Jia Cong, the Censor of Kedao impeached you for being rampant and cruel, and regarded the law as a joke. He was as violent as a beast. He should be punished for his crimes. What do you say?"

Jia Cong stood up, shook his head and said, "I follow the law and have nothing to say."

A young censor couldn't help but stand out and shouted loudly: "According to the law? The Ministry of Justice, Dali Temple, and the Censorate's Court have not convicted him. Where do you act according to the law?"

Another young censor came out and said sternly: "The people in the South End were all born in the blood of the martial arts soldiers in the founding country. You are also a martial artist, and you can do such a tough trick. Twenty-eight lives. This year, His Majesty’s personal execution has not been so many. Is it so cruel, how dare you not admit it?"

Another censor came out with tears in his eyes and said with a compassion: "How innocent are the people in the South wing? They were tragically attacked by beasts..."

Another censor came out, and said angrily, as if he was facing a life-and-death enemy, he said: "The censor, impeaches hundreds of officials, distinguishes the wrongs, and governs all the ways, and is the chief of the emperor's eyes and disciplines. How innocent is it? How dare you take the censor to the city in vain? Do you want to rebel?"

...

Half an hour later, Jia Cong seemed to be a rat crossing the street, and everyone shouted and beat him.

Everyone in the court said they should be killed.

Just such aura, if someone else comes, he should be trembling and sweating like a slurry.

Jia Cong still looked indifferent, and his eyes were still motionless.

This style made many people look at each other secretly...

"Jia Cong, what do you think? Do you think the impeachment of the censor is right or wrong?"

Emperor Chongkang asked again.

This time, Jia Cong said nothing more and said nothing. He bowed and said, "Your Majesty, there is no right or wrong when the censor heard about the words."

A sneer flashed in Emperor Chongkang's eyes and said, "Then are you going to confess your guilt and commit suicide?"

Jia Cong shook his head and said, "Your Majesty, my intention is that the censor only cares about the words and matters, regardless of the right or wrong of the matter. When you hear it, just say it."

Emperor Chongkang: “…”

Even the cabinets and military cabinet leaders who had been relaxing in their spare time were shocked by Jia Cong's words.

Isn't you afraid of death, or is it intentionally committed to death?

Even the new party bosses who were in the cabinet were bitten by a group of censors so much that they wanted to kill the account one by one, but they were unable to move.

At that time, they could only face each other with a smile on their faces, for fear of being criticized for being a traitor.

The censor originally wanted to deal with powerful ministers, especially the powerful ministers!

Of course, the premise is that the emperor must be wise, otherwise he can only hit the stone with an egg...

Jia Cong is now considered a little powerful minister. How dare he speak like this?

As expected, the censors of Kedao did not disappoint them. They transformed into battle and defeated Buddhas and roared at the children who were making noises.

There are endless words to punish the heart!

At this point, if Emperor Chongkang nodded, Jia Cong would be thrown into the Heavenly Prison in an instant.

As for the evidence of guilt...

Haha, what testimony can’t be obtained under the three-board heavy ruler?

Even if you can't get it, the three words "false" are enough to make people doomed.

In later generations, people are greater than the Dharma, not to mention now...

This is the role of the censor of the Kedao.

Emperor Chongkang only watched this scene quietly without stopping it.

But he didn't stop him, but Yuan Fu Ning Zechen of the cabinet could not calm down.

Nowadays, most of the censors of Kedao are disciples of the new party.

Seeing them falling into a bottomless pit, he, the new party leader, felt a little distressed.

Most of these young people, just like Jia Cong said, didn't even understand what was going on.

They are as noble as noble as noble as noble, but in terms of practice, there are really few who understand it.

Of course, the court originally needed their impetus to know nothing.

After he cultivated his pride and his qualifications, he would be put in other provinces to become a prefect and become the backbone of the new party.

These disciples are hard-won. The new party lacks people, and even more so, their own people with a strong and upright nature. Ning Zechen is reluctant to let them break here...

He gave Wu Qichuan a wink without hesitation.

Wu Qichuan sighed in his heart. Although he wanted to add a fire to really destroy Jia Cong, he also understood that this was impossible.

It's very simple, it's not because Jia Cong has any amazing evidence in his hands, that it can prove that the people in the South Xiang are still alive.

But because he is simply in the Emperor's heart...

Wu Qichuan made his way out, bowed to Emperor Chongkang, and then turned his head to the censors and said, "Since you are asking Commander Jia to come here to defend yourself, you always have to give people a chance to speak? Furthermore, as the censor, how can you lose your manners in front of the imperial court and roar at will?"

After appeaseing the irritable censor, Wu Qichuan looked at Jia Cong again and said coldly: "Please commander Jia defend himself."

Jia Cong nodded, took out a stack of paper from his sleeve, and said calmly: "The Fufa Gambling House, Nanxiang Suozi Hutong, was reported to the evil things before last year when he was the former Minister of Works, Lord Song, and I will not repeat them here. Since September last year, Fufa Gambling House has harmed 36 households in total, directly and indirectly killed twenty-three lives, and forced forty-six good families to pick up customers. Therefore, he committed suicide by committing suicide, thirteen people. The stolen silver involved in the case, totaling 28,653 taels and four cents, including real estate, fields, door shops, etc.

Every case has a certificate to check.

In addition, after receiving the report, Jinyi's personal army went to investigate the case. He was surrounded and beaten to death by dozens of Qingpi under Fufa Gambling's command, and more than ten people were seized."

After this statement without any emotional color, the Wenhua Palace was quiet.

The censor who had been roaring before seemed to be listening to a fantasy.

After half a cup of tea, the censor asked: "If the people are really unfair, why don't they go to the yamen to sue?"

As soon as these words were spoken, many officials lowered their heads...

Before Jia Cong answered, the censor couldn't wait to ask: "The army of Jinyi is a tiger and wolf army, how could he be beaten and killed by the market thugs? How ridiculous?"

Another official changed his face...

Jia Cong said lightly: "Because Zhang Yong, the censor of the city, stopped Jinyi's personal army and did not allow them to hurt the people, Jinyi's personal army could only fight but not fight back, scold but not fight back, and eventually killed six people and dozens of injured people."

"nonsense!"

A censor was so harsh and said: "What's the point of not giving up a crime? It must be because the army in Jinyi killed the people and was stopped by Zhang Yong!"

Jia Cong took out a piece of the file from his hand with a calm expression and said lightly: "According to Zhang Yong's confession, he received 200 taels of silver from the rich gambling house every year. In addition, he also received 5,800 taels of silver from the secret prostitutes in Xicheng, including people and gangs. Zhang Yong was born in a poor family and was in less than five years of official position and had an annual salary of less than one hundred taels. However, he bought a second-entry house in Tongyifang, Nancheng. There were 15 servants and maids in the family, 3,000 taels of silver and 800 acres of land."

After another silence that was so awkward that it was frozen, the censor who had been aged a year said: "Even if Zhang Yong is guilty, is it your turn to ask about it?"

Jia Cong said: "Who will ask?"

The censor said seriously: "There are three courts here!"

Jia Congqi said: "As far as I know, the people who were victimized in the Fufa Gambling House in the South End have been asking for advice for a year, but in the end they are even worse than those who do not sue, and their families are destroyed. Where is the Three Justice Department at that time?"

Some young censors were confused or naive, and said strangely: "How could this be? You shouldn't be talking nonsense, right?"

Looking at the baby-faced censor who is not a few years older than him, Jia Cong explained seriously: "It's very simple, because the owner of Fufa Gambling House is the third son of Lord Shi, the Minister of Works."

Compared with the shock of the censors, the reactions of the Zhu Zi officials were much calmer.

If it was really a crime of unjust, even if they had a shocking formation, they would compete with Dog Fanzi, even if the person behind the imperial case stood behind him.

But……

Those who commit sins themselves cannot survive.

Whether it is Zhang Yong or Shi Shouyi, they are just small minions who are trying to die.

When the story broke out, these big guys had already given up on their life and death.

Including Shi Shouyi's father, Ishikawa, and Shi Yuzhai.

I saw a strong face, and the person Yi Zi, who looked less than fifty years old, took off his official hat and put it aside, knelt down and apologized: "I have no way to teach my son, I am willing to accept impeachment, and I am willing to try the three officials. If I find out, Shi Shouyi's crime has nothing to do with me, and I am willing to die to thank Your Majesty for your grace."

Emperor Chongkang narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this, but looked at Jia Cong and asked, "Jia Cong, you took over this case, what do you say?"

Jia Cong bowed and said, "Master Shi knows whether he knows or not, but if he says that his son's crime has nothing to do with him, I don't know where to start. If Shi Shouyi is not the son of Master Shi, why should he bully others with power and why should he take advantage of his robbery?"
To be continued...