At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

Xie Zhaodi looked calm and unaffected by his dirty words.

He straightened up and looked at Liu Yong calmly.

"Daughter of the people, there is indeed no evidence."

Xie Qilin was secretly happy, hehe, he really can control women, he only needs to rely on his reputation.

As expected of the method his father taught him, it works.

There was another thud.

This time it was not Xie Yongkang who was hit, but his eldest son Xie Qilin.

Xie Zhaodi glanced contemptuously at Xie Qilin, who was holding the back of his head.

Turning around, he said seriously: "People's daughter Xie Zhaodi is willing to swear on her life that everything she says is true."

"If there is even the slightest bit of fraud, I will be struck by lightning and die."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of everyone outside the hall changed drastically, because there was really a rumble of thunder above their heads.

"Ha ha ha ha."

After Xie Qilin was stunned, he continued to laugh.

Even if God helps him, he should not die because of Xie Qilin, he is the proud man of God!

Xie Yuheng calmly picked up the small teapot and refilled himself a cup of tea.

The bird has been holding it in for a long time and is letting it go.

There are birds walking on the wall of the horse head of the county government office where Suzaku is proud. This is what Yu Heng said.

Small gray claws stretched out from behind the wings and scratched the bird's head.

Why is he dying like crazy? He is really old and his memory is not working well!

Unfortunately, the bird does not come true.

Xie Qilin prayed secretly, and a bolt of lightning struck Xie Zhaodi.

The thunder became smaller and smaller until it disappeared without any light.

"I'm a good boy. Is this what I swore?"

A man patted his chest in fear. It seemed that he would no longer be able to swear casually in the future.

Liu Yong also brushed away the sweat from his forehead and was shocked again.

"Hmph, it seems you won't shed tears until you see the coffin, so you'll torture me."

Immediately, two government officials came forward and immediately stripped Xie Qilin's pants and executed him with a cane.

The old bookkeeper hurriedly spoke out, waving his hands like he was chasing away dirty things. "Drag him out, didn't you see there are two little girls?"

The two stunned young yamen servants scratched their heads in embarrassment and dragged Xie Qilin out.

The old head clerk rubbed his sore temples. Sure enough, there was a reason why the yamen had not found a wife until now.

The women eating melon outside the hall turned around one after another, and some were buried in the arms of their men.

There was also the elderly aunt who pointed at Xie Qi Linguang's smooth buttocks.

"Ouch, my God, it's so white that it dazzles my eyes." An aunt opened her eyes wide while chewing melon seeds, for fear of missing any detail.

After a few strokes of the stick, red flowers bloomed on the white and tender buttocks.

Xie Qilin's face turned red, feeling both embarrassed and in pain.

He gritted his teeth and lay down on the bench, feeling suffocated in his heart.

It's best to beat him to death, so that Liu Yong and the short-lived ghost of the Xie family can be blamed.

As more and more red flowers bloomed, Xie Qilin's eyes turned black.

Vaguely, Xie Qilin heard a voice, "I'll do it."

It was Miao Yue's voice.

Although my grandfather did not have evidence that he recommended Meng Wanning, he did have evidence that they forged a way to lead him to Chu Tianchen.

It’s over.

Xie Qilin could no longer hold on and passed out.

In the hall, Miao Yue went from taking the position of scholar for Xie Yongkang to acting as a false guide.

We will recruit both those who can and those who cannot, focusing on a good citizen who sincerely pleads guilty.

Then, he actually took out a piece of paper from his sleeve.

"The criminals accused Xie Yongkang of colluding with Zhijiang Blindliu and marrying openly, which is actually a scheme to taint the woman's innocence..."

Miao Yuelao burst into tears as he spoke, and lay on the ground crying until he couldn't make a sound. He looked quite pitiful.

He and his deceased wife were childhood sweethearts, but unfortunately God's will played a trick on people and they passed away after giving birth to their daughter.

He raised his daughter by himself, but who would have thought that at the age of Ji Ji... she would be drugged by a gangster. Fortunately, she was rescued by Xie Yongkang, but she lost her innocence and made a fuss.

She was helpless and grieved, so she had no choice but to marry her daughter. After marriage, the two of them were in love and had children.

If Chun Peng had not discovered the correspondence between Xie Yongkang and Zhijiang Yiliuzi, he might have been kept in the dark for the rest of his life.

A benefactor becomes an enemy.

Chun Peng only sent him one letter and then heard nothing more.

I met Xie Yongkang a few days ago and said that he had fallen ill on the way to Chunpeng.

He certainly didn't believe these nonsense. Chun Peng had been in excellent health since he was a child. He had only been exposed to wind and cold a few times. How could he die after just one outing?

I also asked Chun Peng's son Xie Qilin privately, but he hesitated to answer what kind of disease it was or when he contracted it.

So on his way back to Yizhou, he arranged for the "bandits" for the wolf-hearted father and son.

The world has just settled down, what happened to a few "bandits" on the mountain?

Their luggage was packed, but they were caught and brought to the county government office. They thought the two of them would escape.

Unexpectedly, after closer inspection, I found that Xie Tinghou had the same idea as him. They both wanted to send Xie Yongkang and his son to the West to search for scriptures and ask questions. Hahaha.

The gray-haired old man cried and laughed again, looking a bit crazy.

......

In mid-October of the second year of Yongping, Jiangling City.

Jiangling and Zhijiang collaborated on the case and captured a gang that had been committing crimes for many years.

The main business of this gang is to help some low-status, ambitious but weak men marry 'rich girls'.

At the same time, there was also the case of Xie Qilin's murder of the unborn Xie Tinghou.

After the family with a daughter scolded Xie Qilin for being a heartless thief, he also scolded Xie Qilin for being evil-minded and capable of harming others at the age of ten. He was indeed not a good person like his father.

Xie Yuheng's hand was held by Xie Tingjiang, walking on the dim stone steps.

The sound of footsteps was particularly abrupt in the silent cell.

The man following behind was carrying a lantern, and there were spider webs everywhere in the prison.

There are gray mice who are also thin and small, not as big as the prison cells of Linyuan Prefecture.

The leading officer inserted the torch into an iron ring on the wall.

He turned around and bowed respectfully to the Xie family father and son, "The younger one has to leave first. If anything happens to you two, just call me loudly."

"Thank you."

Xie Tingjiang nodded and handed the officer a purse. "The weather is getting colder and colder. Let's buy some wine to warm up after going to the office."

The officer happily took the purse from Shen's hand and left. Anyway, the prisoners held here were handed over to be beheaded, so no one would care if they were beaten or scolded.

"Hehehe..."

The people in the cell sneered, and then they coughed violently, as if they wanted to cough out their heart and lungs.

It was cold late at night in October, and poor people could not afford a warm quilt, let alone a prison cell.

"You really gave birth to a good son, unlike that idiot Xie Qilin."

Xie Yongkang was leaning on a thin pile of straw, wrapped in a hard black quilt. Envious eyes fell on the little figure beside Xie Tingjiang.

Five-year-old Xiao Sanyuan, why isn't he his son?

Xie Tingjiang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, touching the scar on his face. He said with a hint of ridicule: "It's the father's fault if the son doesn't teach."

Xie Yongkang was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and he immediately retorted. "How do you know I didn't teach you?"

"It's obvious that he is as stupid as a pig and as stupid as rotten wood that cannot be carved."