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There are not just one or two county kings in Chang'an, but many.

But judging from Zou Han's tone, the object of this sentence can only be one.

The king of Changxiang County, Li Chenghe.

Wu Shiqi was silent for a moment, then dragged Zou Han to another secluded corner, pressed his forehead in pain, and said to his friend: "You said that you are a stinky prison guard with a family and a mouth. After living for so many years, you have no money. If you save up, you must get involved in such a deadly thing."

"...I believe Nie Shilei is innocent. He is a very nice person, and it is absolutely impossible for him to commit such a crime."

"Did you eat too many lice in the dungeon of Dali Temple? Or did that fool give you some ecstasy soup?"

Wu Shiqi said angrily: "You have been a prison guard for more than ten years, and your heart hasn't cooled down yet? Usually you wouldn't even lend me a few pennies, but now you're willing to work your life for a fool."

Zou Han said self-consciously: ".I interviewed those witnesses secretly before, and from their descriptions, the appearance of the carriage that took Meng Ying away was very similar to the carriage in Changxiang County Prince's Mansion.

Moreover, on the second day of the Dragon Boat Festival, the county king's mansion dismantled the fairly new carriage and burned it on the grounds of 'cleaning up old things'.

The most important thing is Nie Shilei's testimony. He was taken into an alley by a good-looking woman, and had a passive relationship without knowing what happened.

And was stunned afterwards, unconscious.

When he woke up, Meng Ying next to him was already dead. In a panic, he wanted to button Meng Ying's clothes. Just got caught. "

"So you should, just now, tell Li Xiaolang-jun about the case!"

Wu Shiqi gritted his teeth and said, "Even if there is evidence, do you think you can win the Changxiang County King for that idiot?

What's more, you have no proof yet! "

Wu Shiqi seemed to have lost his strength, leaned his head against the wall, sighed, picked up the oil lamp silently, turned and left.

Zou Han subconsciously took half a step and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go copy the file."

Wu Shiqi waved his hands without looking back, and said wearily: "The day after tomorrow Dali Temple will hold a court hearing.

I will sort out all the details of the case and send it to Mr. Li Xiaolang's residence, hoping that he will be interested in it.

In Chang'an, only nobles can compete with nobles.

We are just mice. "

"."

Zou Han watched the back of his friend leaving and fell silent.

Brush pull.

Feeling being pulled from the palm of his hand, Zou Han turned his head and saw a small and thin figure pulling his palm.

Nie Yuhuan, the egg shells on her head are gone, her hair looks like it has just been washed, and she still holds the flower basket on her arm.

"How did you come?"

Zou Han tried his best to squeeze out a kind smile. During this time, he was gradually moved by the kindness and innocence of Nie Shilei in the prison of Dali Temple, and gradually regarded Nie Yuhuan as his daughter who died of illness in his early years.

If my daughter hadn't died, she should be as old as her now.

"."

Nie Yuhuan blinked, but still didn't speak, took Zou Han's hand, and came to the pagoda tree in Dongshi.

It is summer at this time, and the pale white Sophora japonica flowers are in full bloom, densely clustered together, hanging all over the treetops and branches.

With Nie Yuhuan's thin body, he knelt down beside the stone altar of the locust tree, closed his eyes, folded his palms together, and prayed devoutly.

Zou Han stood aside in embarrassment, noticing the curious and probing eyes of the passers-by around him, he gritted his teeth and knelt down in front of the big locust tree with the little girl.

A moment later, the sound of swiping sounded from the side,

Zou Han opened his eyes and saw that Nie Yuhuan had finished kneeling and stood up, holding a small pale white Sophora japonica flower in his hand.

She took Zou Han's palm and drew the word "prison" on his palm.

"Are you going to see your brother again?"

Zou Han was slightly taken aback, and after seeing the resolute expression on the other party's face, he stood up helplessly, "The day after tomorrow is the day of the trial in Dali Temple, I'm afraid it's not good. The other colleagues in the prison have already had opinions on me."

Brush pull.

Nie Yuhuan quietly took out a 100-guan flying coin from the bamboo basket, and made a "shh" gesture to Zou Han.

"Huh? So much"

Zou Han subconsciously lowered his voice, "Money. Who gave it? A kind person?

Hey, it's really stupid money doha"

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Tread Tread.

The sound of two footsteps, one heavy and one light, accompanied by the swaying light of the oil lamp, came to the cold aisle of the Dali Temple prison.

"Hey, little girl, come closer, let me see clearly."

"Look at your brother again? Haha, he offended Jin Wusuan, and he will die this autumn. Maybe the body will be cramped, skinned, burned to ashes, and sprinkled on that Meng's tomb."

In the cells on both sides of the aisle, the turbid and vicious words of prisoners from all walks of life sounded.

Zou Han passed the aisle expressionlessly, and "accidentally" hit a palm holding the iron prison railing with the wooden stick in his hand, smashing it back hard.

And Nie Yuhuan, with a tense face, walked to the end of the prison in Dali Temple.

I don't know if it's luck, or because of the nobleman's special confession, this cell is actually cleaner than other cells in Dali Temple.

There was a layer of straw on the floor, and there were very few bedbugs and flies slithering around.

"Little sister, yes, is that you?"

When Nie Shilei heard the movement, he dragged the heavy shackles, crawled over from the corner of the cell with difficulty, and lay down on the edge of the iron prison.

His clothes were ragged, his hair was disheveled, bloody scars could be seen everywhere on his body, his face was black and blue, and his not very clear articulate words became even more blurred.

Half of these injuries were caused by guards and Meng Ying's family members on the night of the Dragon Boat Festival.

Half of it was the result of torture during this period.

Nie Yuhuan raised her frail hands, passed through the iron prison fence, and held Nie Shilei's arm, tears rolling down her face.

"No, it's fine."

Nie Shilei comforted his sister with a smile, "Dad, where is Dad? Why didn't he come? Birth, sick? Is it serious?"

The two brothers and sisters talked softly across the iron railing.

It wasn't until Zou Han vaguely heard the movement above the dungeon and urged him a few words that Nie Yuhuan wiped away the tears on his face, and put the pale white Sophora japonica flower into Nie Shilei's palm.

The two brothers and sisters have been together day and night in the past, and they can also use gestures directly when communicating, instead of laboriously writing on the palm.

Zou Han could only understand half of Nie Yuhuan's hand gestures, such as Sophora japonica, Put it on your body, Keep it carefully, etc.

Locust Tree God?

Zou Han couldn't help shaking his head and smiling wryly, thinking of the folk tale that was about to perish in the Dongshi market, he sighed silently in his heart, and looked up at the top of the cold and dark dungeon.

As if to see the stars in the sky through the dark dungeon,

If there is a god in the world who can protect the common people, then ask him to give justice to this case