When the emperor goes to court, all officials will naturally be present.

Seeing Zhao Lingwu coming in, all the officials bowed their hands to salute: "Song Guogong."

Zhao Lingwu's face was flushed: "Master Lu, Master Zhao, Master Liu..."

Since Emperor Ningwu ascended the throne, the position of Song Guogong's mansion has risen in the ranks of nobles, and it has become a leader.

Who asked Emperor Ning Wu to call his father for more than 20 years, but Emperor Ning Wu was a filial one. After he ascended the throne for only two months, the reward was carried into the Duke of Song's mansion like flowing water, even if this filial piety was mainly aimed at the Xiao family, but After all, it was Zhao Lingwu who made the profit.

Thanks to him, Zhao Yijing talked about another marriage a few days ago. The woman is the direct daughter of the Hou family of Changxing, and she is more than a year younger than Zhao Yijing. The power of the Duke of Song's mansion today is like that after Zhao Lingwu was awarded the title of Duke of Song. No one dared to mention his son-in-law's identity, so the scandal between Zhao Yijing and his sister-in-law naturally disappeared overnight.

So in general, the two are quite a match.

He Song Guogong's mansion finally made it out.

Zhao Lingwu stroked his beard and raised his eyebrows with joy.

At this moment, a eunuch shouted loudly: "The emperor is here!"

All the ministers immediately returned to their positions and stood up, and the originally lively hall instantly quieted down.

"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

Meng Zezhi walked over to the throne and sat down: "All the Aiqings are flat."

"Thank you, long live."

After waiting for a while, no one came out to perform, and Meng Zezhi asked, "Where is the Dali Temple Minister?"

Dengwen Drum is under the jurisdiction of Dali Temple.

The ministers looked at each other in dismay: "I don't know."

"Tao An."

Meng Zezhi was about to send someone to summon him when he heard hurried footsteps. Dali Siqing trotted in, knelt down and said, "Wei Chen Xiao Yunqi, I'm here to meet my emperor, long live, long live, long live."

Meng Zezhi sighed: "Do you know that the Dengwen drum was struck?"

"Long live the report, the minister came from the Meridian Gate." Dali Siqing hesitated: "It's just that the minister really can't make up his mind."

"What?" Meng Zezhi said.

"Long live back," Xiao Yunqi stood up straight, holding a fluorene board: "According to the "Da Yang Law", in order to prevent unreasonable people from malicious petitions, it is stipulated that anyone who hits the drum of the den will be given a 30-year court stick."

"Yes." Meng Zezhi remembered a saying, he picked up the tea bowl on the imperial table and moistened his throat.

"But the person who played the drums is, is Mrs. Fengsheng." After speaking, Xiao Yunqi fell to the ground.

"What?" Meng Zezhi stopped drinking tea.

"Holy Lady?"

"What, what is this?"

"Yeah, it's good..."

...

For a while, the whole dynasty was shocked, and the civil and military officials talked a lot, and then they seemed to remember something, and they all looked at Zhao Lingwu and his son standing among the military officers.

After a while, Zhao Lingwu came back to his senses. Perhaps there was a ghost in his heart. He suddenly clenched his fists, and a strong uneasiness rose in his heart.

Meng Zezhi understood, and suddenly raised his voice: "Have you already beaten me?"

"I don't dare to wait." Dali Siqing said quickly.

He is not that stupid yet, who is the Lady Fengsheng, the eyeballs of Emperor Ning Wu. Not to mention that it is a court stick that can beat people to half death, even if it is bumped, there is no good fruit to eat.

Meng Zezhi calmed down and was silent for a while. He cleared his throat and said, "I said on July 29 that the prince violated the law and shared the same crime with the common people. Madam Fengsheng is no exception."

He paused and said slowly, "It's just that Mrs. Feng Sheng is too old, and the thirty court rods may not be able to withstand it. Well, how can you say that Mrs. Feng Sheng has also raised me for so many years, these thirty court rods, I took it on behalf of the Holy Lady."

With that said, Meng Zezhi stood up and was about to step down from the throne.

When all the ministers heard it, they fell to their knees and shouted, "No, how can you be humiliated by the court staff for a long-lived thousand-dollar body."

The court stick is different from the general board fight. It is to strip off the pants, revealing the buttocks and legs, and then dozens of sergeants take turns holding the stick while shouting. After the fight was over, the person was wrapped in a thick cloth, and several people worked together to throw the perpetrator up and to the ground.

Strong people can hold out for 80 strokes, and those who exceed 100 are often killed on the spot. Even if he does not die, he must cut off the rotten flesh and take several bowls to heal for more than half a year.

The court stick is not only a physical torture to the prisoner, but also a spiritual humiliation.

...

"Wei Chen is willing to accept this court staff on behalf of the Holy Lady."

As soon as these words came out, it was like a thunderous shock, and the corners of the ministers' mouths twitched, and they didn't care who said those words, they all said: "The ministers would like to accept this court rod on behalf of the Holy Lady."

Zhao Yijing's face darkened, he knew that if he didn't stand up at this time, he would be stabbed to death by someone in the spine. But these ministers dared to say such words simply because they were sure that Emperor Ning Wu would not really do so. But he is different. He is the biological son of the Xiao family in name. Once he stands out, the thirty court sticks will definitely fall on him, which are court sticks...

Just when Zhao Yijing was mentally prepared and was about to stand out, a vigorous voice came from his ear: "Long live, and listen to Wei Chen."

The hall suddenly fell silent.

Immediately following the end of the civil service sequence, a middle-aged man stood up.

Meng Zezhi looked at him with raw eyes and turned his head.

Tao An immediately leaned into his ear and said, "That's Mr. He Qingyun He, the new chief inspector of Zuoqiu."

He Qingyun only heard him say: "Long live benevolent and filial, ministers and others respect it. It's just not advisable to give up the body of ten thousand vehicles and pursue small righteousness. In ancient times, there was a Shang Tang, who cut his hair and broke his claws, showing himself as a sacrifice, and praying to Sanglin's Society. Your Majesty might as well follow the example of the first sages and replace them with dragon robes, and take this court rod on behalf of the sage's wife. First, it is for His Majesty's filial piety, and second, it is for the peace of mind of the ministers."

According to historical legends, after the establishment of the Shang Dynasty, there was a severe drought in successive years, and the five grains were not harvested. After Tang found out, he cut his hair and broken his claws as his stand-in, begging the sky for rain. After the people found out, they were deeply moved, and it finally rained heavily.

When the ministers heard it, they all agreed: "Lord He is very right, please think twice."

Meng Zezhi couldn't help but give him a high look, and hesitated for a while, until the ministers shouted "Long live, three thoughts" again, and then he sighed and said, "If that's the case, let He Aiqing say it."

"Long live wise."

After finishing speaking, Tao An bowed and stepped back, returned to Zhaoren Hall to take a dragon robe and sent it to Meridian Gate in person.

After about a quarter of an hour, a guard came to report: "Long live the report, the execution is over."

Meng Zezhi immediately said: "Xuan Feng Sheng's Lady goes to the temple."

"Proclaimed to the Holy Lady to go to the temple-"

As soon as he entered the hall, Mrs. Xiao was about to kneel. Meng Zezhi quickly stood up from the dragon chair, and Tao An hurriedly supported him.

Xiao Shi was unrelenting, and insisted on kneeling down: "Long live, long live, long live my emperor."

Meng Zezhi sat down slowly: "Madam, please get up."

Xiao Shi had no intention of getting up.

Meng Zezhi had no choice but to ask, "Why did Madam sound the Dengwen drum?"

I saw Xiao Shi's eyes redden instantly, she gritted her teeth and said, "If you return to Long Live, the court lady will sue someone."

Zhao Lingwu groaned in his heart.

"Sue who?" Meng Zezhi's tone was not good, and the target was naturally the person Xiao wanted to sue.

Xiao Shi said angrily: "I told the Duke of Song Zhao Lingwu to stop his wife and join the family, confuse the blood of the Duke's mansion, and deceive the king."

"What?" Meng Zezhi's expression changed.

All the ministers were shocked.

Zhao Lingwu and his son were blank.

"What the hell is going on?" Meng Zezhi said in a deep voice.

"Long live, Zhao Lingwu had his wife and family, but he was lost in the war. At that time, his mother was seriously ill, and he had no money to ask a doctor for treatment. It happened that the father of the minister was recruiting a child for his wife. Zhao Lingwu lied that he was unmarried and brought his mother into the child. The Xiao family. Later, the minister's father voted for Emperor Taizu, and Zhao Lingwu also entered the army under the arrangement of the minister's father."

"It's just that I didn't expect the court lady's father to look away, and the person selected by thousands of people turned out to be a white-eyed wolf, and he was crazy when he was successful. He actually used his wife as a threat, forcing his father to accept him a betrothal gift, eliminating his status as a son-in-law."

"Are you talking nonsense?"

Hearing this, Zhao Lingwu was stunned.

At that time, it was clear that Xiao's father took the initiative to ask for a dowry from him in order to win over him, which could be regarded as eliminating his status as a son-in-law.

Meng Zezhi grabbed the tea bowl at hand and smashed it on Zhao Lingwu's forehead. With a snap, the tea splashed all over him. The tea bowl left a hole on his head, and bright red blood seeped out in a blink of an eye.

Meng Zezhi's eyes were burning, and he said sharply, "Did I let you speak?"

Baiguan's heart froze, Zhao Lingwu was struck by lightning.

Meng Zezhi reluctantly softened his tone: "Madam, you continue to speak."

"Thank you, long live." Xiao Shi choked and said, "After that, the world will be settled, and at the juncture of the merits and rewards, his original wife Zhou Su Niang came to the door. In order to keep his title, Zhao Lingwu sent Zhou Su Niang. Raised outside the mansion."

"Two years later, Zhou Su-niang and her minister's wife gave birth at the same time, but the minister's wife had a difficult delivery. The child was dying from birth. The doctor said, I'm afraid it won't survive that night. So Zhao Lingwu decided to replace the minister's wife's with Zhou Su-niang's child. child……"

Xiao Shi burst into tears: "The minister's wife is like a fool, she even treats a bastard as a baby for more than 30 years, and is also played by Zhao Lingwu for more than 30 years... Long live, you must be the master of the minister's wife. !"

Meng Zezhi's eyes blushed instantly, and he gritted his teeth: "Madam, do you have proof?"

Mrs. Xiao sobbed and said, "Long live back, all the members of the Zhao clan in Zhaojia Village, Wannian County, Raozhou Prefecture, Fujian Province, are witnesses. There is also Mrs. Ma Feng, her deceased husband Ma Sihai was once a close associate of Zhao Lingwu. also know."

Meng Zezhi looked at Zhao Lingwu with a livid face, and asked: "Song Guogong, I ask you, is it true that Feng Sheng's wife told you to stop his wife and enter the marriage?"

Zhao Lingwu's face was ashes, and the Xiao clan was right. Everyone in the Zhao clan was a witness, and he couldn't help investigating the things he did. Emperor Ning Wu was obviously on the Xiao clan's side.

It's over, it's over...

He knelt on the ground and burst into tears: "Chen, guilty."

"That is to say, the matter of changing children is true?"

Zhao Lingwu closed his eyes: "Chen, death penalty."

Zhao Yijing was paralyzed on the ground, his face pale.

"Okay, okay." Meng Zezhi took a deep breath: "Don't worry, Madam, I will definitely give you justice today."

He shouted, "Where is the punishment department?"