When it comes to lifting tables, Zhao Huan, who has been professionally lifting tables for decades, has never been afraid of anyone.

Besides, if all the yamen runners in his room are together, can they beat Zhao Huan, the little guy next to him?

After laughing, Zhao Huan turned his head and winked at Yang Zaixing. Then Yang Zaixing rushed out, and then a scream of crying at his parents came from outside the door.

"Yes, I know this is Chenliu. Then what? More than a dozen people can't beat a young man. What else can you do?"

Just as Yang Zaixing looked up at the roof and planned to count how many citrons were on the roof, Zhao Huan smiled and said, "Also, what you meant just now was that you are so many people? Come, let's see who has more people now?"

As soon as he heard Zhao Huan say this, He Ji, who was standing behind Zhao Huan, bent his index finger and stuffed it into his mouth and whistled. However, he suddenly saw a group of fully armed soldiers appearing on the wall outside the yard. Some of them pointed at the room with arrows, and the other part was holding weapons. After jumping off the wall, they directly controlled the entire yard.

Zhao Huan smiled and glanced at Hu Wenshan and Shi Zhuangyong with a gray face and said, "Now, who has more people? If not enough, then transfer some people to come over?"

"You are going to rebel!"

Shi Zhuangyong said angrily: "Although you are the uncle of the country, you have already committed a crime of rebellion for personal anger! If someone surnamed Zhu has the courage, then you will kill me now, otherwise you will wait for me to return to the court and study your first book!"

Zhao Huan shook his head, returned to the main seat of the table and sat down, then said, "Concerning me? The court asked you to come to Chenliu to read the notice. How did you read it? Post the notice behind the drum of injustice, but you have to read it separately to County Magistrate Hu?"

"That's my official's business, it won't be a worry for you, Mr. Zhu."

Shi Zhuangyong mocked, "I am guilty of being guilty or not, and the court will decide. However, your uncle Zhu's crime of leading troops without authorization cannot be erased. I am afraid that the Empress will also be implicated by you, um~~~?"

After saying that, Shi Zhuangyong also returned to the table and planned to sit down, but before his butt touched the stool, he was kicked to the ground by Yang Zaixing.

Even Zhao Huan was angry and laughed: "I have heard that only officials in the province were allowed to set fires and not allow the people to light the lamps. When I saw him today, it was true. I was really eye-opening!"

As soon as he heard the word "I", Shi Zhuangyong and Hu Wenshan's faces changed immediately.

In the pre-Qin period, "Zi" was a widely used word for self-proclaimed. "Er Ya·Shi Gu": "I am the body", basically anyone can use the word "Zi", for example, Qu Yuan used it in "Li Sao": "The descendants of Emperor Gaoyang, and I, the emperor, said Boyong."

But after Emperor First Emperor, the word I became exclusive to the emperor. "Records of the Grand Historian: The Basic Annals of Qin Shihuang": "The emperor called himself me." From then on, the word I was no longer something that anyone could use.

"Fake it! You dare to pretend to be an official, this is a serious crime to kill the nine clans!"

After all, Hu Wenshan was a county magistrate in Chenliu for several years. He may not be as good as Shi Zhuangyong in terms of political aura, but when it comes to being quick and intelligent, Shi Zhuangyong is hard to match.

For Hu Wenshan, whether the person who calls himself me is no longer important nowadays is the official family. What is important is that he must insist that he is fake, and maybe he can still have a way out!

"There are you, you are the one who pretends to be an official, and it is a serious crime to kill the nine clans. If you are mingling with him, aren't you afraid of implicating your parents, wife and children in the future!"

Hu Wenshan bowed toward Bianjing, and looked loyal and said, "You are threatened by the rebels. I must be pleaded with the officials. Now the official family is wise. As long as you are willing to give up your weapons and surrender, I think the officials will not make things difficult for you!"

Shi Zhuangyong immediately reacted and shouted: "Not bad! The official wise and Ruoer and others are willing to put down their weapons, and I am willing to plead with Dell and others!"

Looking at the hard-working performance of Hu Wenshan and Shi Zhuangyong, Zhao Huan couldn't help but want to laugh, but he couldn't laugh anyway. He just felt bitter in his heart - is this the current censor of the Song Dynasty? This is the official?

Li Gang sighed, went out to look for water on his own, washed away the makeup on his face, and after returning to the house, he said to Shi Zhuangyong: "Shi Yushi, do you know me?"

Shi Zhuangyong finally couldn't continue acting anymore. He collapsed to the ground with his legs weak, his eyes staring at Li Gang and said, "Da Zai Li?"

"It's me."

Li Gang nodded and said, "What did the imperial court ask you to come to Chenliu for? You, the censor, have you never forgotten?"

Shi Zhuangyong suddenly grabbed a life-saving straw like a drowning man, shouting wildly: "I haven't forgotten! I haven't forgotten! The official will read the notice now!"

"It's too late to remember now."

Zhao Huan shook his head and ordered: "Take these two bastards down and interrogate them strictly. No one is allowed to have any contact with them. They will be dealt with publicly in three days."

...

Zhao Huan sat upright on the court temporarily built in the center of the city. After Hu Wenshan and Shi Zhuangyong were escorted to the court by soldiers of the Imperial City Division, Li Gang couldn't help but sigh again.

If Shi Zhuangyong had read the notice honestly, he would not have to die. If Hu Wenshan had not caused trouble to the court when he was recreating the Fish Scale Yellow Book, he would not have died.

But the old saying goes well, it is hard to persuade the damn ghost. These two people are seeking death, but no one can save them.

He looked up at the sky, Zhao Huan drew a sign from the sign on the table and shouted, "It's already three o'clock in the afternoon, and the execution is carried out!"

The sign was left without complaining about the injustice. After three soul-chasing cannons, the two executioners picked up the wine bowl and took a sip, took another long sip, and then sprayed it on the ghost head knife. Then, as the wine bowl fell to the ground, the ghost head knife raised it high and swung it down vigorously.

Two heads fell on the punishment platform, and then rolled on the punishment platform. Shi Zhuangyong's head blinked, and the entire court fell into silent silence.

The people cannot applaud because they are not allowed to applaud when killing officials, so as not to lose the dignity of the court, but the excitement on their faces cannot be blocked. As for the officials who were forcibly "invited" by the soldiers of the Imperial City Office, the gentry all forced themselves to act like they were treacherous and slandered.

Zhao Huan saw all the expressions of everyone under the execution ground, and couldn't help but sigh again in his heart, and then cursed him as a slut.
Chapter completed!