The current minister of punishment, Wang Jiucheng, immediately went out to work and knelt down: "The minister is here."

"You said, how should this case be judged?" Meng Zezhi said in a deep voice, and everyone in his ears could hear the suppressed anger in his tone.

Wang Jiucheng was a little undecided at first. After all, Emperor Ning Wu called Zhao Lingwu's father for more than 20 years, until the corner of his eye inadvertently fell on the blood hole on Zhao Lingwu's forehead that Emperor Ning Wu smashed with a teacup. , the heart instantly has a bottom.

He organized the language: "Long live Qi, since the Duke of Song has confessed his guilt, according to the "Da Yang Law", those who have wives and more wives will be punished for ninety years, one year in prison, and divorced. Divorce. If you are deceived and marry, you will be punished for ninety years and serve two years;

It means that if the wife stops and remarrys, the man will be sentenced to ninety canes and one year in prison. If the woman knows about it, she will also be punished and the marriage will be revoked.

If the man conceals the fact that he has been married, he will be sentenced to ninety canes and two years in prison. Although the woman will not be punished, the marriage will be revoked.

"Only Song Guogong joined the Xiao family, and the crime is added to the crime, and he should be severely punished. As for the matter of changing sons, there is no express provision in the "Da Yang Law"..."

After all, there has never been such a case of pickling in Song Guogong's mansion.

"Considering Song Guogong's actual identity, Wei Chen thinks that it is most appropriate to punish it with the crime of a little selling (human trafficking)." Speaking of this, he deliberately paused for a while, and seeing that Emperor Ning Wu did not refute, then continued: "I should be sentenced to hanging prison. wait or be exiled for three thousand miles."

"According to the law, the son-in-law cannot be an official, and he cannot take a concubine. In addition, the Duke of Song wrote a letter to Zhao Yi to invite him to establish a prince, and he was not deceived. ."

"In this way, the three crimes will be punished together." Wang Jiucheng swallowed: "When the judgment is divorced, the officials are cut off, the title is seized, the house is searched, the staff is one hundred, and the prison is hanged."

Hearing this, Zhao Lingwu rushed to his heart and spat out a mouthful of blood, then rolled his eyes and passed out.

"Song Guogong?"

Seeing this scene, the Minister of War, who was kneeling beside him, exclaimed subconsciously. Then he seemed to remember something, and closed his mouth embarrassedly.

The people on the dragon chair didn't speak, and the officials could only watch their noses and their hearts, and Quan Dang didn't see anything.

Wang Jiucheng hesitated a little: "As for Zhao Yijing—"

Meng Ze knew this, and immediately said sharply: "Zhao Yijing, I ask you, do you know your true identity?"

Zhao Yijing, who was already flustered, was even more frightened when he heard this.

No, he must not admit this, otherwise there will be an abyss waiting for him.

But before he could answer, Meng Zezhi asked himself and answered: "Yes, no wonder you wronged your mother indiscriminately back then... Madam Fengsheng killed the child in Xing's womb. I always thought this was the case. Because you have been with the old lady since you were a child, you are not very close to Mrs. Fengsheng. Now it seems that the nature between mother and son is so easy to kill. You already know your true identity, right Madam Fengsheng naturally has no trust at all. Or it is simply that you deliberately exploited the topic and wanted to frame the lady of Fengsheng..."

"No, long live," Zhao Yijing was terrified and sweat poured down: "Chen, I was just too sad to say anything at that time, I really didn't know, long live."

But Meng Zezhi didn't want to listen to his explanation at all, so he said coldly, "Come here, make a decree."

"It's a big sin to get married by chance. It's a big sin to lose your loyalty. It's also a loss of ministers.

Speaking of this, Meng Zezhi took a deep breath, and his eyes fell on Zhao Lingwu, who had passed out, with a slightly complicated expression.

After a while, he continued to speak, but the tone dropped: "Remember his past credits, let's cut off Zhao Lingwu's title of Duke Song, with a staff of 20, make him separate from Feng Sheng's wife, and return the family property to Feng Sheng's wife. all."

Hearing this, a group of civil and military officials only thought that Emperor Ning Wu was thinking about the old feelings of the past, so they chose to deal with it lightly.

But at the next moment, Meng Zezhi suddenly raised his voice again: "Zhao Lingwu's feelings seem to be pitiful, but Zhao Yijing's heart can be punished, and he also has a father's debt and a son's repayment. Zhao Yijing was punished by the palace and handed over to the Holy Lady for disposal."

Palace punishment?

All the ministers felt a chill in their lower bodies, and their hearts were even more in awe of Emperor Ning Wu.

When Zhao Yijing was struck by lightning, he panicked and pleaded: "No, long live, ninth brother, you can't treat me like this..."

Without his noble status, he was no different from a struggling bedbug being rolled into the mud.

"Drag it—" Meng Zezhi shouted.

After speaking, a team of guards walked in quickly, reached out to cover Zhao Yijing's mouth, and forcibly dragged him and Zhao Lingwu down together.

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Only then did Meng Zezhi look at Mrs. Xiao, he smiled and asked, "Madam, are you satisfied with this treatment?"

After being dazed, Xiao shi recovered, tears poured down like rain, as if grateful and more relieved: "Chen... Thank you Lord Longen."

After the court, Meng Zezhi took the Xiao family to the Cining Palace. Since there was no one around, Meng Zezhi had no scruples: "Mother, you live here first, and my son will accompany you to talk and talk. You can go back when your son cleans up Song Guogong's mansion."

There was no comfort and no exhortation, Xiao Shi understood that Meng Zezhi knew everything, but fortunately the other party treated her with the same concern as before. Patting Meng Zezhi's hand, he said slowly, "Okay."

That afternoon, the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion surrounded Song Guogong's mansion.

All of a sudden, the people in the huge mansion turned their backs on their horses, shouting, yelling, and crying incessantly.

According to Emperor Ning Wu's will, all the concubine's servants and servants in the backyard of Song Guogong's mansion, except for the people around Xiao's, were all sold. As for the young masters and young wives, after their property was seized, each of them was paid 50 taels of severance and expelled from the capital.

The next afternoon, the plaque on the gate of the Duke's Mansion was replaced by the Mansion of the Lady of Fengsheng.

Xuanhe's temporary government of Song Guo fell down like this, without warning, with a bit of a resolute taste, and did not give Zhao Lingwu and his son a chance to resist.

In mid-August, Mrs. Xiao took someone to take Zhao Lingwu and Zhao Yijing from the Dali Temple prison and brought them back to the newly-baked Mansion of the Lady of Fengsheng.

Two days later, Zhao Lingwu woke up and turned around.

He struggled to stand up, but found that his lower body was completely numb.

Just when he panicked, Xiao's voice came from the air: "Don't bother, you're already paralyzed."

Zhao Lingwu followed the voice and looked over, his face was blue and white, and it was very lively. He didn't know whether he should hate her or understand her.

Xiao Shi put down the tea cup in his hand, stood up, walked towards Zhao Lingwu, and finally stood by the bed, condescendingly: "Yes, I didn't waste those ginseng soups that you drank for so many years."

Hearing this, Zhao Lingwu's expression became stagnant, and an incredible thought came to his mind, and he shuddered: "You, these are all things that you have already calculated?"

"What are you talking about?" Xiao shi said slowly.

"Which one?" Zhao Lingwu's throat was dry.

"Yes, for example, killing Ma Sihai."

Ma Sihai was the previous butler of the Duke's Mansion. Because he saved Zhao Lingwu's life on the battlefield, he was trusted by Zhao Lingwu, and he presided over the funeral for Zhou Su Niang that year. If the Xiao family wanted to completely control the government, he naturally had to get rid of him first.

Zhao Lingwu was short of breath. He had always thought that Ma Sihai had really died of an emergency.

"For example, I dug up your old lady's corpse from your old Zhao family's ancestral grave and buried it in Song Auntie's grave." Mrs. Xiao said lightly.

Zhao Lingwu's eyes darkened. When it was revealed that Zhao Yijing and Xing Xiaoya had an affair, he personally ordered Aunt Song to dissect her coffin and slaughter her corpse.

"For another example, I used your hand to give Xing Xiaoya two stable wives to help her stabilize the pregnancy." Xiao Shi paused: "You probably don't know yet, in fact, Zhao Yijing and Xing Shi are not brothers and sisters. "

"what?"

Suddenly, Zhao Lingwu froze for a moment, exhaled short and convulsively, his face pale.

The dead are not the same as the living. The child in Xing's stomach was also shot down by him personally. It was his grandson!

"Xing Shi was born by Concubine Song and a servant in the backyard who committed adultery. Naturally, it has nothing to do with Zhao Yijing."

Xiao Shi would not tell Zhao Lingwu the truth, otherwise it would not be revenge on him.

Before Zhao Lingwu could react, Mrs. Xiao took a small bamboo tube from the big butler Qiao Renyuan and put it in front of him: "Do you know what this is?"

Zhao Lingwu was stunned for a moment.

Xiao Shi asked himself and answered: "This is the descendant of your precious son."

Zhao Lingwu reacted, his eyes were splitting, and his body was trembling: "You, what did you do to Jing'er?"

"What can I do to him, this is the decree of Wan Sui himself, saying that the father's debt is paid by the son, and he is sentenced to palace punishment."

Palace punishment?

Zhao Lingwu felt like he was in the abyss, and his body was shaky.

"Don't worry, he is at Xing's right now. Judging from our relationship in the past, I will definitely take good care of them and ensure that they have no worries about food and clothing, children and grandchildren, as well as your children, one day I will , there will be a day for them."

Zhao Lingwu rolled his eyes and was about to faint.

Xiao Shi immediately said: "Don't die, you must never die, if you die, in case I'm too sad and do something insane, it won't be good, so you have to live , live well."

Hearing this, Zhao Lingwu woke up abruptly, and his voice trembled: "Poison woman, poison woman... I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost."

Hearing this, Xiao shi nodded solemnly: "It's okay if you don't say it, but you reminded me when you said it. Don't worry, when you die, I will definitely find a few masters in person and put them together. You are suppressed in a coffin, so that you will never be born again."

After speaking, Mrs. Xiao threw the small bamboo tube into the charcoal basin beside her feet, then turned and walked out. She turned a deaf ear to Zhao Lingwu's curse.

When she got to the door, she instructed: "Watch, don't let him die."

The tone was exactly the same as when Zhao Lingwu dealt with Xing Xiaoya.

The big housekeeper Qiao Renyuan immediately bowed and replied, "Yes."

Xiao Shi nodded, moved the Buddha beads in his hand, and lifted his foot out of the room.

The sun is shining outside.