The place where my heart goes to farming

After listening to Chen Guihong's words, the villagers thought about it, and suddenly felt that it made sense.

That's right, where is she going to get the handwriting of Yunniang and Cen Le?

Uncle Zhou turned his head and asked Gu Fangyou in a low voice, "Doctor Gu, could this be a mistake? Maybe it's not the two of them?"

Gu Fangyou frowned. He was sure that Chen Guihong must have participated, but he still hadn't figured it out.

He turned his head to look at Yunniang and Cen Le, but he was very puzzled to see that they were the same.

Mu Chen never spoke, he just kept his head down, looking at Cen Le leaning on his arms, worried about his body.

Seeing that everyone couldn't find a reason to argue with her and was speechless, Chen Guihong smiled triumphantly under the cover of Mu Chunsheng.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Dazhuang rolled his eyes, had an idea, and also opened his mouth to defend himself: "No, we can't read a few big characters, and we don't have a place to get their handwriting, so this matter is really related to us. It doesn't matter at all."

"Then why did you sneak into Yun's family?" the second uncle of the Zhou family asked.

"This..." Zhu Dazhuang frowned, sighed, and said the excuse he had thought up: "I've been unlucky recently, and I lost all my money. It happened that I saw Yunniang take more than a dozen taels of silver a few days ago." When I got home, I became greedy for a while, thinking about touching it and using it.”

After his words fell, the villagers immediately sighed and couldn't help scolding him.

Zhu Dazhuang plucked his ears, and took the opportunity to say, "Yes, I am indeed a bastard, but I can't do vicious things like framing people."

Things developed and reached an impasse.

No one has more direct evidence to prove that the letter was forged by Zhu Dazhuang and Chen Guihong.

Seeing that he was reasonable, Zhu Dazhuang began to be reasonable, "Doctor Gu, I don't want you to pour this big dirty water on me. I want you to apologize to me and compensate me for the loss of my reputation." ,otherwise……"

Before he finished speaking, Yunniang suddenly raised her head, her tone was cold, "No, you have my handwriting."

Uncle Zhou asked, "Mother Yun, what do you remember?"

"I used to help Dr. Gu's medical clinic, and when Qingzhu couldn't take care of me, I would help write prescriptions." Yun Niang recalled: "On the third day of junior high, Dr. Gu opened a free clinic, and many people came. I remember that day. , I wrote a prescription for Chen Cuiping."

Chen Cuiping is Zhu Dazhuang's daughter-in-law.

"You said that, I also remember." An old lady who lives next door to Gu Fangyou said, "That day I saw her wandering around the door of the medical center, and I never went in, so I asked her a question."

Zhu Dazhuang started to panic again. He choked on his own saliva and coughed several times in a row.

After finally stopping, he took courage and murmured loudly: "Even so, where can I get Cen Le's handwriting?"

Mu Chen asked Cen Le softly: "Have you given your handwriting to anyone?"

Cen Le thought about it for a while, and told him: "A few days ago, I saw that Chen Jun and Chen Sheng liked reading, and I wanted to give them a few books, but they refused to take them anyway, so I copied a few poems for them each. , the two of them will never intentionally harm me."

The only time he wrote with charcoal and gave it to others was this time.

Mu Chen thought for a while, then called Chen Sheng and Chen Jun over, bent down and asked them, "Are you still with the poems Cen Le gave you?"

Chen Sheng nodded: "Yes, I keep it on me all the time."

As he spoke, he took out two neatly folded papers from his pocket.

Mu Chen looked at Chen Jun at the side again, "Where's yours?"

Chen Jun didn't answer, he lowered his head, clutched his clothes tightly with both hands, and remained silent.

Chen Sheng frowned, "Chen Jun, where is the poem Brother Cen gave you?"

Chen Jun's shoulders trembled, and it took a long time before he whispered, "I gave it to Aunt Mu Orion, and she exchanged cakes for me."

After Mu Chen listened, he looked up at Chen Guihong.

Chen Guihong didn't panic, she looked at Chen Jun coldly, and took a bite instead, "You kid, you are talking nonsense, obviously you took my cake secretly, why did you blame me? I was looking at you at the time I'm an orphan, so I don't care if I feel pitiful, but now you are still accusing me, lying so much at such a young age, you really are a wild child without parental upbringing."

Chen Jun's eyes were red, "I didn't steal pastries, and I didn't lie."

Chen Guihong sneered, "Heh, who can prove it? Besides, how do I know that you have Cen Le's poems on you, so I asked you to exchange them?"

Chen Jun blushed, and said again, "I didn't lie!"

Chen Sheng hugged his younger brother distressedly, patted him on the shoulder, and stared at Chen Guihong fiercely, "Although we don't have parents, we will never lie, let alone steal from others casually."

Chen Jun hid in Chen Sheng's arms, trembling. He was young, he was wronged by the upside-down, and he heard the accusations from the people around him. Say, "I didn't steal, I didn't lie..."

Gu Fangyou frowned, and reached out to touch his head.

Mu Chen's face also sank, he wiped away Chen Jun's tears, and said, "Don't be afraid, I believe in you."

When Mu Chunsheng heard this, he immediately exploded, "Mu Chen, do you mean that your aunt lied and intentionally wronged him?"

Zhu Dazhuang added fuel and vinegar, "That's it, I see, he has already decided that we are villains."

Chen Guihong started to cry again, lying in Mu Chunsheng's arms, crying heartbreakingly.

Yunniang looked at Zhu Dazhuang, then at Chen Guihong, and suddenly said, "Call the police."

These three words were like a thunder on the ground, which shocked everyone, and everyone forgot to speak.

The second uncle of the Zhou family was the first to react, and he quickly stopped, "No, I can't report it."

His face was ugly, and he said to Yun Niang: "It's so embarrassing to report to the official, our Zhou family really can't afford to lose it..."

The uncle of the Zhou family also said: "Yunniang, reporting to the official is not an easy matter. You still have to be punished yourself. Let us handle it ourselves."

The law of Dayan stipulates that anyone who beats the drum and appeals for grievances must first receive the five boards.

Yun Niang was resolute, "No, even if I want to be punished, I will report to the government."

After finishing speaking, she turned to look at Cen Le and asked, "Cen Le, what do you think?"

Cen Le smiled weakly, without any fear, "I agree."

The uncle of the Zhou family and the second uncle looked at each other worriedly, they all looked at the uncle of the Zhou family, "Father, look, this..."

Uncle Zhou's expression was serious, "Yunniang, are you really going to do this?"

Yun Niang laughed at herself, "Uncle, in order to prove my innocence, I have no other choice, people's words are terrible."

Her eyes swept over everyone, and finally landed on Chen Guihong, her tone was slow, "If today's matter is not investigated and the people behind the scenes are caught, I'm afraid I will always be burdened with lewdness and lowliness. The stigma of adultery is cast aside by everyone, Xiao Bao is still young, I don't want him to grow up being pointed at, I have a clean relationship with Cen Le, I believe that as long as the county magistrate checks, he can find out. "

Hearing this, the uncle of the Zhou family sighed for a long time: "Since you insist, you can report to the official, but Yunniang, after this matter, you can come to the Zhou family to get a divorce letter. Our Zhou family really can't afford you. daughter-in-law."

Yunniang smiled bitterly, and she bowed deeply to Uncle Zhou, "I see."

When she straightened up again, Yuniang had already concealed the sadness on her face, and she said to Lizheng, "Please trouble Uncle Lin to accompany me and Cen Le to the county office."

Li Zheng sighed: "Forget it, I'll just accompany you for a walk."

—

People from the government came very quickly, and Chen Guihong and others were invited back to the county office together.

Evidence was also presented.

Kneeling in the courtroom, Chen Guihong was really nervous. She clasped her hands, and the veins on her back stood out.

Sitting under the high hanging mirror, the magistrate stared at Yun Niang and Cen Le majesticly, "I ask again, are you really going to sue?"

Yun Niang said without fear, "Yes, the women have been wronged, and they have to avenge it."

Cen Le couldn't speak, but nodded firmly.

The magistrate said: "So, let's each receive their punishment." After the words fell, he threw a red-headed lottery.

Several servants stepped forward, ready to push Cen Le and Yun Niang down.

Mu Chen raised his hand subconsciously, blocking the hand of the hall attendant.

"What do you mean?" The magistrate looked at Mu Chen, "You know that disturbing the court is a serious crime!"

Mu Chen looked directly at the magistrate, "My lord, please forgive me, but Cen Le is very weak because of the wind and cold, if he wants to suffer from these five boards, he is afraid that his life will be hurt, Cao Min dares to take it on his behalf."

Cen Le was moved, but he asked Mu Chen to take the punishment for him.

He shook his head and gestured: "It's okay, I can still hold on, you don't have to do this for me."

Mu Chen looked at him with burning eyes, and there was no concealment of the affection in his eyes, "For you, I am willing."

Cen Le was shocked by the deep emotion in Mu Chen's eyes, his mood and thoughts were extremely chaotic for a moment, he managed to suppress the chaotic mood, and was about to say something, but Mu Chen stopped looking at him.

"My lord, please allow me!" Mu Chen kowtowed to the magistrate.

The magistrate took a look at Cen Le, and saw that Cen Le was indeed sweating, his face was pale, and he looked seriously ill. Because he didn't want to kill anyone, he thought for a while, and finally agreed.

The hall servant came up again, pushed Yunniang and Mu Chen down, raised his wooden staff and beat them down.

It's just that the blow wasn't too heavy, and they knew it was just a formality, so they wouldn't try their best, and they would be merciful.

Although Gu Fangyou also wanted to take it on Yuniang's behalf, but because of emotion and reason, he couldn't stand up now, otherwise he would confirm the fact that Yunniang was unruly, and let others talk. Therefore, he could only stand aside , looking at Yunniang nervous and worried, but helpless.

After five strokes of the board, Yunniang was already in a cold sweat, but she endured it willingly.

Mu Chen frowned, and when the waiter who was pressing him left, he knelt down again and comforted Cen Le: "Don't worry, it won't hurt."

After finishing speaking, he hooked his lips and smiled at Cen Le.

Looking at Mu Chen's gentle eyes and the smile that was suppressing the pain, Cen Le's heart was sour.

When Mu Chen was beaten just now, the extraordinary worry and tension in his heart made him finally stop being dazed and understand his own intentions.

He fell in love with Mu Chen.

Mu Chen and Cen Le looked at each other, and the villagers who were watching outside couldn't help talking, feeling that they were wrong.

Hearing the commotion of the villagers watching outside, the magistrate slapped the gavel hard, "Quiet!"

The villagers were frightened and immediately shut their mouths.

The magistrate lowered his head, looked at the few people kneeling in the hall, looked at the pleadings on the desk, and began to interrogate.

What everyone said was basically the same as when they were in the village.

Chen Jun hid in Chen Sheng's arms, terrified, he didn't dare to raise his head, and even stammered when asked, but even so, he still insisted on his statement, saying that he didn't lie, let alone steal anything.

The magistrate nodded, then picked up the two letters on the case, and asked, "Are these two forged letters?"

"Yes." Yunniang endured the pain, her voice was very soft.

The magistrate told a yamen servant: "Go and invite Mr. Cen from Guiyun Academy to come over."

When Mr. Cen was young, he was one of the great talents in the south of the Yangtze River. He was best at calligraphy. He once imitated the handwriting of nearly a hundred people by himself. People have more right to speak than he does.

Moreover, he was once an official to the Taifu and became the prince's teacher. Later, because of the accident in his family, he was hit hard, so he handed over the paper of resignation, and returned to Suzhou to open an academy, but the students from all over the world, All came here admiringly.

Mu Lei is currently studying in his academy and is his student.

—

The yamen servant led Mr. Cen and returned soon.

Mr. Cen is only at the age of knowing destiny, when he saw Gu Fangyou standing aside, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He was about to call Gu Fangyou, but Gu Fangyou shook his head at him first.

Mr. Cen's eyes flickered, he understood, and didn't look at him again.

The magistrate ordered someone to bring a stool, "Master Cen, please sit down."

Mr. Cen sat down as he said.

Chen Guihong secretly glanced at Master Cen, her heart was terrified, her hands trembled uncontrollably.

Without Chen Guihong's change, the magistrate looked at Yunniang and Cen Le again, and asked them to rewrite the two forged letters on the spot, and then let the yamen servants hand them over to Master Cen.

In order to be more intuitive, Cen Le wrote two copies, one with charcoal and one with a brush.

Mr. Cen took it, only glanced at it, and said: "It's not from their hands."

The magistrate said: "As far as I know, there are very few people who are proficient in imitating other people's handwriting. Looking at the entire Suzhou city, there are only a dozen people. I don't know if you can deny that these two forged letters came from them." Human hand?"

Master Cen shook his head, "No one."

"Then?" The magistrate was a little anxious, if Master Cen couldn't even recognize him, the case would be difficult.

Mr. Cen sighed, and said helplessly, "This is written by one of my students, Mu Lei, and I can recognize his handwriting."

The author has something to say: otz, it’s still a little bit short. I promise to finish this part in the next chapter, and the number of words will definitely be finished. Don’t worry!

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