Tang Dynasty: The seventh rank of official residence, and you will be given the Ten Thousand People

With a bang, the whole hall was in uproar.

The ministers did not expect that this guy would dare to compare them to evil people in the main hall!

Madness!

It's so arrogant!

The next moment, Gao Zhong, the young minister of Dali Temple, stepped out of the queue and sneered.

"Fan Xin, you know the law and break it, how can you have the face to talk about justice?"

"Why don't you tell the truth about how you framed Governor Li quickly so that we can get a lenient treatment from the court!"

When he said this, Gao Zhong looked proud.

He believed that if he could win Fan Xin for the ministers and counselors of the imperial court today, it would not take long for him to rise to the top and be appreciated by wealthy families.

When he thought of high-ranking officials, rich salaries and beauties embracing each other, Gao Zhong felt as happy as drinking sweet spring water.

Fan Xin put his hands behind his back and laughed loudly, without even looking at him.

His eyes swept over the ministers present in turn, and anyone who looked at him subconsciously lowered his head and did not dare to look at him.

They have not forgotten that not long ago in the main hall of Shangyang Palace, Fan Xin spared no effort to remonstrate with the court for a brothel girl.

There is no point in irritating him at this time.

"I have been working as a government official for two months and doing some practical things for the people. This life has been worth it."

Fan Xin took a deep look at Wu Zetian in the Luan Palace.

Then, under the gaze of everyone, he slowly took off his official uniform, placed it on the steps, and walked out of the hall wearing a white lining.

At the same time, there was a sound of disdain.

"Aren't you all just trying to force the Queen Mother to remove me by setting up such a big battle?"

"You don't need to force me to go to the palace. Fan will go to jail on his own!"

Looking at Fan Xin's determined back, the hall became deathly quiet.

Everyone looked at the official uniforms on the steps with shocked faces, and their hearts could not calm down for a long time.

Shocked!

tremble!

And deep disbelief!

In their ten years of officialdom, they had never seen such a man with such a strong character.

After a disagreement, he hung up and left without even glancing at the fifth-grade official position.

That was from the fifth level. How many people have been longing for opportunities that never come, how dare Fan Xin do this!

a long time.

The ministers came back to their senses and bowed collectively to the figure outside the palace. Anyway, Fan Xin went to the Internal Guards Mansion to receive his punishment, and according to the minimum law, it was a hundred military sticks.

He was determined to die, and they would pay their last respects both publicly and privately.

Above the palace, Wu Zetian's eyes were reddish, her lips were trembling, and her palms dug into her flesh as she grasped the thorns so hard that blood dripped on the ground.

At this moment, her heart was filled with emotion and remorse.

She had been bullied from the day she could remember, and she was still being plotted against until she entered the palace. If it weren't for Li Zhi's protection, she would have died in Ganye Temple.

Now Fan Xin took the initiative to take off his official uniform and die in order to prevent her from feeling embarrassed.

How many people in the world can achieve this kind of friendship?

However, as the empress dowager with all the power in the world, she could only watch Fan Xin die. This incompetence gave rise to a boundless murderous intention in her heart.

Just when the king and his ministers were in turmoil, a sneer sounded in the hall.

"What's there for a prisoner who violates the king's law to be arrogant about? Isn't he just going to get a few sticks?"

As soon as these words came out, all the ministers took a step away from Gao Zhong and looked at him like a dead person.

He secretly thought to himself that this guy is really stupid. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the Queen Mother is in a rage because of Fan Xin's punishment. Isn't she looking for death if she rushes to get into trouble?

Sure enough, Wu Zetian's suppressed voice sounded after hearing these words.

"What a loud tone. You wantonly falsely accused the imperial minister. I haven't settled the score with you yet, but you jumped out on your own."

"Come here, take Gao Zhong, the young minister of Dali Temple, into the Inner Guards Mansion with a heavy stick of thirty, and be tortured together with Fan Xin!"

"Yes!"

Two murderous Qianniu Guards grabbed Gao Zhong by the collar and dragged him out of the hall.

...

Opposite, the lobby of the Imperial Household.

This is the place where the imperial court used to punish ministers and guards. It is filled with all kinds of horrific torture instruments.

"Fan Changshi, the Queen Mother and the ministers are listening across the way. The humble officials can't help it."

The inner guard clasped his fists with a guilty look on his face.

"It doesn't matter, just execute according to the rules, don't show mercy." Fan Xin said calmly with his hands behind his back.

"Okay, Fan Changshi is indeed a man, brothers are offended!"

The inner guard confessed his crime and nodded to the execution of his subordinates.

The execution guard immediately took out a dead sheep from the inner room and placed it on the ground, then took up his military stick and smashed it upward.

In order to make the effect more realistic, a huge internal guard sat at the door and screamed at the opposite side.

Not to mention that there are many talented internal defenders. Under his imitation, uninformed people thought that Fan Xin was about to die.

Others were not idle either. They moved a table and set up a small hot pot. They cooked the mutton and drank wine.

During this period, two handsome palace maids came in and pinched Fan Xin's shoulders and legs.

"Fan Changshi, you can eat meat with peace of mind. When you come to the inner guard, you will feel like your own home."

"The Chief of the Pavilion said that I must take good care of you."

"Come here, this is the Sanlejiang that the chief minister sent to you. Let's have a drink."

After having a drink with several inner guards, Fan Xin sighed with emotion.

"No wonder the court ministers like to give advice. The treatment here is so good that I don't even want to leave."

Speaking of this, Fan Xin patted his forehead.

"By the way, please clean up a single cell for me later, have four dishes and one soup for each meal, and build a stove to remove the moisture."

The leader of the inner guard said with a smile.

"You can live in peace, I have already had the cell repaired, and I will ensure that you can sleep comfortably.

While he was talking, the curtain was opened and Gao Zhong was escorted in by two inner guards.

On the way here, he heard Fan Xin screaming, which scared him so much that he almost lost his urine.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the Imperial Palace, he saw this guy sitting at the wine table eating and drinking, with two maids waiting beside him.

He suddenly became furious and started to yell at him as soon as he raised his neck.

As a result, the inner guard hit him on the back of the head with a pickaxe and he went soft.

"Fan Changshi, this guy is barking in the hall, how should we deal with him?" the little boss kicked Gao Zhong and said indifferently.

"Of course I beat him to death as hard as I could."

Fan Xin glanced at Gao Zhongdao on the ground.

“Okay, it’s up to you!

The little boss rubbed his hands and sneered: "Brothers, give me thirty military sticks!"

"understand!"

The eyes of several internal guards flashed fiercely, and they hit Gao Zhong on the waist.

"Pfft!"

With one blow of the stick, Gao Zhong suddenly woke up from his coma and let out a shrill scream.

A pair of dead fish eyes stared at Fan Xin and said with difficulty.

"Fan Xin, is this what you mean by accepting the crime and going to jail and being beaten with a hundred military sticks?"

"Tell me, who can't stand a hundred military sticks like this?"

Gao Zhong lay on the ground and roared unwillingly.

puff!

The second stick hit his neck. Gao Zhong's body stiffened and his head hung down.

"Go, carry this guy to the main hall of Shangyang Palace and show it to the Queen Mother and the ministers!"

"Yes!"

...

The main hall of Shangyang Palace.

The place was eerily quiet at this moment, with hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at the Inner Guards House opposite.

The screams have been going on for half a quarter of an hour, and they seem to be coming soon.

Among them, there was a wail that was the sharpest. It sounded like the voice of Gao Zhong, the young minister of Dali Temple.

"I'm afraid this tall bell can't hold up five sticks."

A minister whispered

"It probably won't work. There has been no sound for a long time."

"On the contrary, this guy Fan Xin is really capable of taking a beating. He has a sixty-year-old military baton, and he still screams so loudly."

"I don't know what this guy grew up on..."

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