Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

Song Tingran was lying in the cell. There were no windows here. She didn't know the specific time and could only estimate it based on the lunch she had just had.

It was quiet here, but her heart couldn't calm down. She had been away from home for many days, and she didn't know what was going on at home.

She couldn't write a letter, let alone bring news back. Fortunately, she left a lot of banknotes on the bed in the main house.

No matter who goes in to clean, they will find that life will be easier if you have money.

She had to calm down even if her mind was not at peace. She turned over a few times and finally fell asleep in a daze.

at the same time.

The man carrying the cloth bag walked forcefully into a forest on the edge of Shengjing City with his feet.

This forest is in a remote location, not on the edge of an official road, and a bit far from the path. No one would come here.

"Hey, are you awake?"

The man carrying the cloth bag put down what he was holding, sat on a stool and took a sip of water.

The person on the single wooden bed was very weak. He opened his mouth but made no sound. His upper body was wrapped in thick gauze and covered with a quilt.

"Okay, don't move around if you don't have the strength. I don't know if I owe you. This first time I saved you, I spent a lot of medicinal materials. I just saved some, and now you are so seriously injured. , I said, do you have so many enemies outside?"

"Thank you so much, miracle doctor."

The miracle doctor looked helplessly at the person on the bed. She built this small room herself. Although it was simple, it could at least provide shelter from the wind and rain.

She thought about it again and again, but still didn't tell him what she saw about the woman in the portrait.

"I'm going to make some medicine in the yard. You can rest. If anything happens, just...just pull me down. Anyway, I can't hear you in such a low voice."

The miracle doctor carried the cloth bag and the things she bought to the yard, where she dried the medicinal materials.

She usually collects herbs in the surrounding areas and only goes out when she is short of daily necessities. But every time she goes out and encounters poor people, she really can't help but help them.

"Oh my god, at this rate, when will I be able to reach the KPI of the task and go home?"

The miracle doctor looked up to the sky and screamed, slumped on the stool, looked back at the room, and determined that he would never save people randomly again in the future!

The next day, no one came to take Song Tingran to the court for questioning. He could only take advantage of someone to deliver the meal and asked: "Master Jailer, when will my lawsuit against the prime minister be brought to trial? How can Mr. Jing Zhaoyin do it?" What’s the news?”

"I'm warning you again, don't make any inquiries. When the time comes, I will naturally let you pass."

"Lord Jailer, I just..."

What was left to Song Tingran was a ruthless and selfless figure.

After Song Tingran ate, he comforted himself that doing so would be beneficial. All his subordinates were the same, and Jing Zhaoyin must also be so fair.

Two days later, Song Tingran was already a little emotionally broken. Although she was not in danger and had enough to eat here, she was cut off from all sources of information.

She was sitting on the ground with dust on her clothes. She had no intention of taking anything out of the space to improve her life. Her mind was filled with plans and drills.

"Song Tingran!"

The jailer's voice brought her back to reality. She stood up and rushed to the door of the cell, "Is your lord about to start the trial?"

"Well, let's go."

"Thank you, Lord Jailer!"

After walking out of the prison, the sunshine outside was very good. Song Tingran did not open her eyes for a moment, and moved forward with her eyes covered with her hands.

She felt the voice behind her, turned around, and saw Chen Xiangyuan's figure, and others walking out of the prison one after another.

Jing Zhaoyin's court hall is very solemn. Different from other court halls, there are four plaques placed on both sides. If it weren't for the plaques "Justice and Integrity" that can be seen when looking up, I would really doubt that I was in the wrong place.

It was so quiet here that you could hear the sound of a hair falling, so when the gavel in Jing Zhaoyin's hand fell, the deafening sound shocked people.

Song Tingran almost subconsciously wanted to kneel down. Sure enough, it was Jing Zhaoyin who specialized in interrogating court officials.

Putting this kind of posture elsewhere, it would be overkill when dealing with ordinary people or thieves.

Song Tingran was kneeling here, with Jing Zhaoyin at the top, but no one else came.

"Song Tingran, you are going to sue the prime minister later. As usual, you have to fight twenty times. Although you have the Blessing Token in your hand, it won't work this time."

Jing Zhaoyin made it clear, and it didn't sound like he was asking, but rather telling.

"Sir, I am the one who wants to sue this matter. The others are all witnesses. Just hit me."

Jing Zhaoyin threw down the execution ticket, and it fell to the ground with a clear sound. Song Tingran was pulled out of the courtroom and pressed on a bench.

On the side is Chen Xiangyuan and his party, and all the witnesses need to be watched from the side.

The executioner was an old man from Jingzhao Yinfu Yamen, who had more beatings than food.

"Song Tingran, a person from Daniu Village in Ping'an Town, filed a lawsuit against the prime minister of the dynasty for corruption and bribery. Jing Zhaoyin accepted the case today and will be rewarded with twenty big boards."

As soon as he finished speaking, the first blow fell on Song Tingran.

It hurts so much.

Since Song Tingran came here, his life can be said to be prosperous, but this is the first time he has been beaten.

Hang in there, and when the matter is over, you can go home, she thought to herself, counting the boards, fearing that these people would be beaten too much.

Slowly, the pain became less painful. Song Tingran was still thinking, but he immediately understood that he had been beaten to death.

She won't be disabled, right? No one could hear the howl in his heart, so he was helped up by the official.

Song Tingran stood on his feet and felt another burst of pain. He could walk. Fortunately, he was not disabled.

Chen Xiangyuan turned his head away and didn't dare to look at it. The tears he held back rolled around and were wiped away.

The prime minister walked past Song Tingran arrogantly and went straight into the courtroom.

Here, Jing Zhaoyin is the biggest one. Even when the princess comes, she still needs to say hello.

The prime minister saluted Jing Zhaoyin and then sat on the chair headed by the left.

Song Tingran now knew the function of the chairs, but she was thinking about whether these chairs belonged to her.

Touch your butt, you can’t sit down even if you have it.

Song Tingran was about to kneel down, but Jing Zhaoyin excused himself and said: "If you've been beaten, don't kneel down. I have obtained your confession and the confessions of others from the prefect, as well as Ping'an County." I’ve also read the investigation letter from Ling, and it’s very clear.”

Song Tingran felt that Pei Jing Zhaoyin was really good at doing things and thanked him.

Jing Zhaoyin showed these confessions and everything to the prime minister.

The prime minister looked at it casually, probably read it all once, and then put it down.

"Your Excellency, it is clear that this person is talking nonsense. I don't know anything about the Tianzi Embroidery Workshop six years ago. It was my subordinate Shen Zhiying who did it. The empress's personal trial has concluded the case. I am convinced and will not do anything about it anymore." When it comes to any business, why send someone to murder a small villager six years later."

Song Tingran looked at the Prime Minister's face and felt extremely disgusted. "I'm afraid I have to ask you yourself if you have a good life after holding a grudge for so many years."