Quick Travel: From Beginner to Master

Qingzhou government office.

In the side room on the left, the incense in the incense burner has been half burned.

Amidst the rising smoke and sweet smell, the skinny prefect Sun was playing with his young concubine in Room No. 18.

The prefect's trusted servant rushed in from outside in a panic, as if there was a fire chasing him from behind.

He slapped the two doors of the wing vigorously, "Sir, sir, it's not good! Prince Zhong and Yan Zhao came to our Qingzhou together, and they are waiting to see you in the Yamen!"

Sun Daquan and his concubine were having fun when they were suddenly interrupted, and his anger suddenly boiled up. He cursed without thinking: "Who are you loyal to the king and not loyal to the king? Please sir, I can act in such a big way, Let him wait for me!"

Swearing makes Sun Daquan feel refreshed.

Before the time for breathing and breathing had passed, a voice called "Split" came out, "Who did you just say?"

Confidant: "Prince Zhong... Cui Zixing."

Sun Daquan's whole body was in bad shape.

Why did this evil god come to Qingzhou? !

No one communicated with him in advance, which was really fatal.

If Sun Daquan heard what he said clearly, he would understand the reason why King Zhong came here, but unfortunately, he didn't pay attention at all, and Yan Zhao family was ignored by him.

He pushed his concubine away, got up from the bed in a pee, hurriedly picked up the clothes scattered on the floor, opened the door while putting them on, and hurried out.

In the hall, a person looked up at the plaque.

The plaque is simple and unpretentious, with the message "A bright mirror hangs high".

Sun Daquan guessed that this person was King Zhong. He bent forward and moved forward as quickly as the wind. He knelt down with a "pop" sound and bowed to the ground. He said earnestly: "I don't know that King Zhong is here. I am not far away to greet him." , It’s too late to welcome someone from afar!”

Ling Liang turned around and gently helped him up, "Master Sun, there is no need to be polite. I am lucky to see you."

"No, I don't dare to take it. The prince has promoted a subordinate."

Sun Daquan instinctively felt that there was something in King Zhong's words, and a smile formed on his face.

"Master Sun went to people's homes and openly robbed people. When he failed to rob people, he even harmed their husbands. It really opened my eyes..."

Sun Daquan was dripping with cold sweat, his heart was beating like thunder, and he wanted to quibble when he opened his mouth.

Ling Liang raised his hand to stop him, "Yan Zhao is here too, you don't have to make up lies that can be easily exposed."

Sun Daquan was horrified, and when he looked back, sure enough, Mrs. Yan Zhao was standing behind him, glaring at him with an angry look on her face, her silver teeth almost crushing her.

It's a pity that he rushed to see King Zhong, but he didn't even notice that there was such a big living person in the hall.

Sun Daquan said nothing, because in the face of conclusive facts, it was meaningless to say anything.

He summoned his confidants and asked him to take Yan Zhao's husband out from prison.

If that person is still alive.

During the long wait, Sun Daquan tried to please King Zhong.

In his opinion, they were all officials. If they sat down to have tea and chat, the matter would be over and there was no need to make a fuss about it.

It just so happened that at the end of this year, there was a special supply of two pounds of fine white silver needles worth sixty-two and seven cents. Sun Daquan ordered someone to make a pot of it and bring it up.

"No need," Ling Liang stopped the servant who was about to leave and said with a smile, "I can't afford Master Sun's tea."

Sun Daquan had no choice but to wave away his men.

An hour later, Mrs. Yan Zhao threw herself into the arms of her husband, Yan Ting.

The young couple held hands and looked at each other with tears in their eyes. They were speechless and choked. Everything was in silence.

Yan Tingzhi was beaten and kicked so many times in prison that he lost weight and his cheeks were sunken. Only his eyes were bright and clear, conveying his unyielding will.

He was a gentle young scholar. He comforted his good wife and went to his benefactor to express his sincere thanks.

Ling Liang encouraged him a few words, ordered Sun Daquan to return to them double the money squeezed from the Yan family, and sent guards to escort them home.

After that...

Ling Liang looked at Sun Daquan and said lukewarmly: "I want to talk to you about the corruption and bribery of the Qingzhou prefect. What do you think, Lord Sun?"

It’s up to you, you want to talk, sir, I don’t want to talk!

Sun Daquan's conditioned reflex was to run away.

He was turned back at the door again.

At first, Sun Daquan was very tough and remained silent no matter how he was pressed. However, after learning that someone had searched his house, he became obviously panicked.

When four or five piles of ledgers were piled on the wooden table, his body, drained by alcohol and sex, swayed, failed to hold on, and sat down on the ground.

Sun Daquan's face was green and yellow, and his voice was as quiet as a mosquito's, "I was hidden in a very hidden place, how did you find me?"

"Well," a guard touched his head and said truthfully, "there are only a few places where you officials can hide things. It's either a secret room on the mezzanine or something like that, or you can dig a hole and bury it underground. We have a lot of experience. , so it’s not hard to find out.”

People said that it was not difficult to find out the things that he had tried so hard to hide...Sun Daquan almost vomited blood.

Ling Liang carefully flipped through the account book and saw several familiar names in it.

He said that everyone else had lost their official positions, so why was Sun Daquan still standing? It turned out that someone in the court was protecting him.

After half a stick of incense, he closed the ledger, his face as deep as water, "Bring Sun Daquan to me, take all the ledgers, and follow me back to Beijing to see Jing Zhaoyin immediately!"

All the guards responded in unison: "Yes, Your Majesty!"

Sun Daquan felt so regretful that his intestines were in knots. He did the accounting to preserve evidence and to prevent others from killing him and silencing him.

As a result, before it was time to kill and silence him, he was caught by King Zhong, and he still organized the evidence and stuffed it into the hands of others!

……

Dali Temple became busy under Ling Liang's supervision.

For two whole months, all the officials, including Jing Zhaoyin, lost more than ten kilograms. They saw double images and could not walk without feeling.

Sun Daquan's verdict came out first.

He accepted bribes, judged cases unfairly, colluded with superior officials, and intervened in the salt and iron trade of Da'an. As a parent official of the government, he had no consciousness of making decisions for the people. He trampled on the people under his rule at will, was violent and wanton, and all kinds of evil deeds are too numerous to describe.

According to Da'an law, the death penalty should be hanging.

Ling Liang didn't like Qiu Hou Wen Zhan's routine, and Sun Daquan was not too young. If he couldn't handle it during this period of time in prison, wouldn't he have gained an advantage in vain?

The Regent's opinion was taken seriously by Dali Temple, and they agreed casually after hesitating for a while.

The bow string was wrapped around his neck, getting tighter and tighter.

The moment before Sun Daquan died, he was thinking, why did he have to be an official?

It is obvious that his family is extremely rich.

Sun Daquan's death does not mean the end, but a beginning.

There were many people involved in this case. Ling Liang used great patience to investigate and collect evidence from bottom to top. At the same time, he received the support of the emperor, setting off a wave of severe punishment of corrupt officials throughout Da'an.

From the end of summer to the end of winter that year, the floors of execution sites everywhere were never clean.