Chapter 690: poor parents

Chapter 690: poor parents

  Chapter 690 Poor parents in the world

Seeing this, the woman kneeling in front of the hall immediately called out to Lin Jinshu for grievances: "I beg your Highness to learn from me, my sister cannot be the murderer who murdered my foolish husband, it was Jing Zhaoyin who beat her up and settled this injustice. "

   "How can the eldest lady be sure that this is an unjust case?"

  Lin Jinshu looked at the woman with cold eyes.

  At this time, a man in a blue cloak who was kneeling beside the woman also prostrated himself and pleaded bitterly, "Your Highness, it is impossible for my little lady to murder my father."

   "Why are you so determined?"

  Lin Jinshu recognized that the man was Zhang Wulang, the son of the old Taiwei, and stared at him questioningly.

   "because. because"

  Zhang Wulang faltered, and didn't say the specific reason for a long time. His body was trembling and he had to look to King Qinghe for help.

Lin Jinke immediately let out a sneer: "Jin Shu, you are really embarrassing. Why do you need to press such a simple truth? The Qian family and the old Ting Wei have always been loving and harmonious, and how could she murder her own husband because of this little verbal dispute?" , What good will killing the old Ting Wei do for her?"

  Jing Zhaoyin was supported by someone, and he kept moaning and retorting: "But the official did not judge Qian Xiaoniang as a murderer without evidence and no evidence, so please ask Qinghe Wang Mingming."

As he said that, he looked at Lin Jinshu full of grievances, and explained with earnest eyes: "The lower official and the people from Tingwei's mansion have searched carefully in Zhang's mansion, and no one has entered or left Mr. Tingwei's courtyard that night. I haven't found any clues, only Mrs. Qian came out of Mr. Zhang's room last night, and she was the last one to see Mr. Zhang."

"it's not true."

  Zhang Wulang was about to speak, but was immediately interrupted by his aunt: "Goro, stop talking nonsense."

"Mother."

  Zhang Wulang had tears in his eyes: "Mother, son knows that you don't want to see my mother being wronged, let alone see my son's mistakes, but how can I just watch my mother be beaten into a trick."

After finishing speaking, she looked around everyone firmly, and said eloquently: "Last night, my young lady did offend my father because of some things. It was because the grassroots did not seek to make progress, which made my mother worry about my future. Therefore, because of the promotion of an official There was a dispute with my father, my mother was grateful to my mother, and last night I wanted to ask my father to take my mother back to the mansion, which made my father unhappy, so I let my mother out of the house."

   "But it's not enough to clear the suspicion for your little lady."

  Lin Jinshu said suspiciously.

   "If you want to judge that my little mother is the murderer, then the last person who came out of my father's room last night was the grassroots, not my little mother."

   Zhang Goro said loudly.

  Mrs. Tingwei was taken aback when she heard that, and hurriedly yelled at him in a panic: "Wulang, what nonsense are you talking about?"

   "Mother, this is the end of the matter, you don't need to persuade me anymore."

   Zhang Goro kowtowed at her a few times, choked up and said, "The child is unfilial, and I am ashamed of your kindness in nurturing me."

   Then, looking at everyone in the hall with his head held high, he explained with a serious face:

"Last night, Caomin was depressed because of the failure of the ranking. He drank a few more glasses of wine at Qianfan Restaurant and returned late. When he learned that my mother was suffering from anxiety and illness because of her mother's departure from the house, she went to visit her and personally served her to rest. Then I went to my father's yard again."

   Before the words fell, Jing Zhaoyin immediately reprimanded angrily: "Why didn't you mention this before?"

"I"

  Zhang Wulang tremblingly glanced at the eldest lady, and said bitterly:

"When I woke up today, my aunt sent her maid to report, saying that Jing Zhaoyin and Tingwei Mansion believed that my father was murdered by people in the mansion, and told me not to talk nonsense when I arrived at the mansion. After a few days of disputes, it is concluded that my little mother murdered her father, and forced her to confess her guilt by extorting a confession through torture. The grassroots are really terrified."

   "Listen, listen."

  Lin Jinke looked at Jing Zhaoyin and Lin Tingyan with a smile, his eyes were full of schadenfreude: "It's absurd to assume that the concubine killed the master just because of a trivial matter in the house."

Jing Zhaoyin's face was full of helplessness, his eyes flickered, he stared at Chu Nanzhi, and said sadly: "I have heard that Princess Pingning solves cases like a god, and I just said that the few unjust cases settled a few months ago, I'm sorry. The officials have also heard that many of the murders were caused by family disputes, and based on the evidence so far, the murderers are only Zhang Wulang and his young lady."

   "Master Fu Yin's inference is quite reasonable, but the judgment of the case is based on ironclad evidence, which is what I have always believed in."

   After listening for a long time, Chu Nanzhi finally understood some reasons. No matter how bad the Tingwei Mansion and Jingzhao Mansion were, they would not be deemed as murderers in the mansion for no reason.

   But Jing Zhaoyin really disagrees with the method of finding the murderer. She has never agreed with torture.

   "I have indeed encountered many murder cases caused by disputes in the government before, but all of them have great conflicts of interest."

  Looking at Jing Zhaoyin, Chu Nan Zhi Meifeng asked lightly: "Regarding this point, I agree with King Qinghe's point of view. What benefits does Lord Fuyin think Qian Xiaoniang can gain by murdering her lord?"

"This"

   Jing Zhaoyin frowned hesitantly, unable to answer for a while.

"If you have to infer the murder in the mansion, I feel that this case is similar to the case of the Shen family in Tong'an Village that I encountered when I was in Luyan Port. I think many of you have heard of this horrific case. murder of her husband."

   "What does Princess Pingning mean by this?"

The eldest lady of the Zhang Mansion heard that she was implying that she had framed Qian, and hurriedly replied: "Qian Xiaoniang is a concubine chosen by the slave family to enter the mansion for the humble husband. The slave family has no enmity with her. Although Wu Lang is her It is considered filial to be born under the name of my slave's family since I was a child, so why should my slave's family take the life of my poor husband to slander her."

  Paused, she rolled her eyes with great disdain: "Since my family wants to harm her, and it has already been done, why bother to pretend to brave the snow and ice to knock on the drum and report to the imperial court?"

   "Yes, Wangfei, my mother has always been outspoken. She has a sharp mouth and a bean curd heart. She will never harm my little mother."

   Zhang Goro stared at the mistress and wife with respect, his trust from the bottom of his heart could not be questioned at all.

  Chu Nanzhi had already analyzed the matter before she came, and Mrs. Tingwei naturally sincerely complained for the young lady at home, and what she said was just an analogy.

   "Don't misunderstand the eldest lady and Mr. Zhang Jialang, I don't suspect that the eldest lady is suspicious."

Chu Nanzhi's eyes flicked back and forth between the mother and the son, and said with a light smile, "The big lady has a big heart, she is really very human, and she is worthy of being the imperial court's wife, but Qian Xiaoniang does not want Mr. Zhang's husband to say that he met the court lieutenant last night. Adults are also eager to protect their sons, so they would rather be charged with crimes than let your husband suffer, pity the parents of the world."

  As soon as she finished speaking, an old woman's voice suddenly sounded outside the door: "Yes, yes, there is no mother in this world who is willing to let her children suffer."

  Everyone heard the reputation and looked, only to see that Yin Enci led a group of people straight in, and hurriedly knelt down and said: "I have seen the old ancestor, the old ancestor Ci'an."

  (end of this chapter)