Collection of Huaxia: the beginning of the inventory of the top ten ancient figures

Song Ci and Lin Yi watched the dossier all night. During the live broadcast, it was only a few seconds. It was dark and dawn. Lin Yi looked at Song Ci who was sleepy and taking a nap, and put his clothes on him. But it alarmed Song Ci.

Song Ci was sober, looked at Lin Yi, and said, "What time is it?"

Lin Yi looked out of the window and said, "It's just Maoshi."

Song Ci nodded, then got up and washed his face with cold water, then read the dossier again. After reading half of it scattered, Song Ci said to Lin Yi: "Today, I will go to see the prison in Taiping County."

Lin Yi held the dossier and said with a helpless smile, "This county magistrate of Wu has settled countless cases not long after he took office. I don't know if there is no room for the Lord to set foot in this county's yamen."

Song Ci smiled lightly, and after breakfast, he took Lin Yi to the county prison. Wu Miaoshui accompanied Song Ci in an official uniform, and said as he walked, "My lord, since I took office, I dared to rest all the time. At that time, I was trembling. Working hard to govern Taiping County, most of the prisoners in this prison are some corrupt people who were caught by humble officials during their tenure."

Wu Miaoshui smiled and led Song Ci inside.

The structure of the prison has always been that the prisoner's punishment is heavier the closer he goes inside. Song Ci walked inside, looking at each prisoner, and in his heart, he matched the prisoner's position with the one in the file.

When he saw the gang of thieves, Song Ci smiled and pointed at the prisoners locked together, and said, "Master Wu is really diligent, there are not many places in this prison, and the thieves are all locked in the prison for death row prisoners. "

Facing Song Ci's teasing, Wu Miaoshui didn't dare to answer back, so she had to apologize and said with a smile: "My lord, the prison is almost full, I can't help it, but don't worry, according to my Da Song's laws, I will definitely not make false sentences .”

Song Ci nodded, then went around the wall and walked deeper. It was daytime, and there were no torches lit in the prison, only a little light was shining on the prison from a window on the wall that was less than the size of an adult's fist.

The further you go inside, the more humid and cold the prison looks. Even the audience can feel a kind of cold from the bottom of their hearts when they see this picture.

"It's so cold, it feels like it's inside."

"It stands to reason that the further you go inside, the more serious the crimes committed by the prisoners. Should they be death row prisoners?"

"It should be. Even if I was imprisoned outside, I feel that I can't stand it anymore, let alone here."

The audience looked at the prison, because it was Ji Dong's first-person perspective, so they had an immersive feeling.It seems that he came to this place by himself.

The camera shot up slowly, a group of people walked through the long prison and walked to the innermost one. Song Ci looked at the innermost prison. In that prison was a worn-out old man with disheveled hair who looked very tired and aged. Feeding a young man with chains on his hands and feet.

The young man's face was pale and his eyes were numb. When the old man in front of him gave him a mouthful of food, he took a mouthful.

The old man stared at the young man with incomparable kindness in his eyes, but also hidden pity and sorrow.

Song Ci looked at the two people, Wu Miaoshui stared, and shouted: "Who put this person in! Don't you know this is a death row?!"

A yamen servant hurried over and urged the old man to leave. The old man scooped up the rice in the bowl and said coldly, "That's all, why don't you let me finish it?"

After she finished speaking, she raised her eyes and stretched out her hand lovingly to pin up the messy hair of her son, and said, "Son, mother is gone."

The young man stared at the old man and nodded, suppressing his deep reluctance, but he still didn't say a word. His eyes were numb and empty, full of despair. After the old man got up and left, he sat down on the spot with his head down and said nothing. throat.

Holding the food box, the old man glanced at Wu Miaoshui, then at Song Ci who was standing beside Wu Miaoshui, his eyes were ashen, like a piece of old and rotten wood.

Song Ci watched the old man leave, looked at Wu Miaoshui and asked, "What's the name of this man?"

Wu Miaoshui looked at the people in the prison, and with a flattering smile, he said, "My lord, this man's surname is Cao and his name is Mo. He is a criminal and heinous! My lord, this person will be executed in a short time. My lord or Don't look at it."

Song Ci glanced at Wu Miaoshui, looked down at Cao Mo, and suddenly shouted: "Cao Mo, why did you kill someone!!"

Cao Mo was so stern, he didn't react for a while, and subconsciously raised his head and shouted: "I didn't kill anyone!"

Wu Miaoshui glared at Cao Mo from the side, and shouted: "Cao Mo! You still have the pleading paper you drew yourself, and the bloody clothes on your murderer, so why do you say you didn't commit a crime!! Could it be that you were deceiving me before? !"

Hearing Wu Miaoshui's scolding, Cao Mo quickly changed his words and said, "I killed people, I killed people, I killed people, I killed Wang Er, I killed Wang Er!"

Wu Miaoshui snorted, cupped her hands beside Song Ci, and said, "Sir Song, this Cao Mo is a criminal. He has fame in vain, but he doesn't have the courtesy, justice, and shame of a scholar. My lord, it's better not to waste money on this person." I'm in a good mood."

Song Ci obviously didn't listen to Wu Miaoshui's words. He looked at Cao Mo who was sitting in the prison with his head bowed and silent, and said, "Cao Mo, do you want to make a difference to the crime you committed?"

In the Song Dynasty, Fanyi refers to a prisoner who has been sentenced to death. If the family members and the prisoner appeal for grievances, they will be re-examined. Song Ci asked this, obviously to give Cao Mo a chance.

Wu Miaoshui said from the side: "My lord, this person has already signed and pledged. I have submitted the document to the Ministry of Criminal Justice. The judgment of the Ministry of Criminal Justice has come down. This person will be executed in a few days. You want to reverse the case at this time, you"

Before Wu Miaoshui finished speaking, Song Ci raised his head and glanced at Wu Miaoshui, which made Wu Miaoshui stop talking consciously. Song Ci looked at Cao Mo and continued: "I am the new Guangxi prisoner. If you have grievances, you can Say it quickly."

When Cao Mo heard about Song Ci's official position, he raised his head to take a look, but quickly lowered his head again. Wu Miaoshui scolded at the side: "Cao Mo! Mr. Song is asking you something! Do you want to reverse the difference?!"

Cao Mo lowered his head and said nothing. Hearing Wu Miaoshui's question, he said weakly, "I won't turn the difference. I killed Wang Er. I killed Wang Er."

Wu Miaoshui looked at Cao Mo's reaction, and said to Song Ci, "My lord, you heard it too, this Cao Mo himself can't say anything different."

Song Ci frowned, and said in a stern tone, "Master Wu! I didn't hear anything about this man saying that he wouldn't turn the difference. What I heard was that you were forcing him not to turn the difference!"

Wu Miaoshui also frowned, and said in a serious tone: "My lord, I can't afford to be a low-ranking official. Now the Ministry of Punishment documents have been issued! This person has already made a pledge himself, and he said he would not reverse the difference, but you said it was a threat from a low-ranking official. What a shame." The officer will not accept the words!"