One touch and one silence

"This is unreasonable, isn't it?"

"Besides, don't you think this is all just a coincidence?"

Nanzhi's words made Yuan Wuqing fall into deep thought.

In the original case, there were witnesses and evidence, and the man admitted that he had killed someone, so he didn't think much about it. After multiple investigations, he found that there was indeed no problem, so he sentenced him.

Now that I hear what His Majesty the Seventh Prince said, it really seems too much of a coincidence.

"Does Young Master Nan want to meet this person?"

Based on previous experiences, Yuan Wuqing knew clearly that this master might have to meet the death row prisoner today.

This kid will die in half a month, so it’s better to do it sooner rather than later.

"Well! Take a look at that one first, then make a decision."

This is what Nanzhi thought in his heart.

Yuan Wuqing directly acted as Nanzhi's guide, walking in front to lead the way for Nanzhi.

When the two of them went there, they saw the guy eating the porridge in his bowl with disgust.

This guy is interesting. He is almost dying, but he still complains about it.

"Morning!"

"Humph!"

Forehead!

This kid is quite hot-tempered.

Nanzhi was not angry, and with a natural expression he ordered the bailiff to open his cage.

"Go, open his cage. I have something to ask him!"

After Nanzhi finished speaking, the yamen runners had learned from their experience last time and moved particularly quickly.

With the sound of a chain, the lock was opened.

Nanzhi walked in first, Yuan Wuqing was following closely behind him, but Liu Yue walked directly in front of him, and the two of them were stuck at the door.

Liu Yue glanced at Yuan Wuqing, and Yuan Wuqing immediately took a step back.

Liu Yue walked in indifferently.

Yuan Wuqing naturally knew that this person was not someone to be trifled with.

Let the heart be willing.

Nanzhi didn't notice what was happening behind her. She was looking at the man holding the bowl with particular interest.

"Brother, are you full?"

The man glanced at Nanzhi and drank the porridge in his bowl.

Nanzhi looked at the porridge in the bowl. It was more like clear water than porridge. The rice grains in it could be counted clearly.

Nanzhi pointed at the porridge in the man's bowl and asked Yuan Wuqing with a frown.

"This! Is this what the Dali Temple's death penalty is? I think the rice can be counted on one hand."

Yuan Wuqing then walked closer to take a look, and it seemed to be true.

"This! I'll have someone check it out!"

Nanzhi nodded. Even though he was a death row prisoner, he still had to be fed. Besides, it was not a year of great disaster, so he still had to be fed.

Nanzhi's words made the man pause.

He then turned around and looked at Nanzhi, sizing her up before opening his mouth, "You are a little different from other officials."

"Oh? Tell me?"

Unexpectedly, the guy suddenly stopped talking and took a bite of the steamed bun.

Nanzhi took a look and found that the steamed bun did not look fresh. It looked dry and crumbly, and was obviously cold and hard. Nanzhi frowned even more tightly.

"Master Yuan, who prepares the breakfast for the Dali Temple? These steamed buns don't look like the ones steamed today."

"What does their food look like?"

Yuan Wuqing was also embarrassed for a moment.

He had never paid attention to this matter and his face turned red.

"Young Master Nan, please wait a moment. I'll go take a look right away!" Yuan Wuqing said and turned to leave.

Nanzhi couldn't help but find it funny when she saw the boy taking a sip of soup and a mouthful of steamed bun.

"Can we chat? I'm quite interested in you."

Nanzhi saw a trace of loneliness flash across the man's eyes.

"What is there to talk about? He's just a dying man!" After saying that, he put down the steamed bun in his hand and threw it into the bowl casually.

Nanzhi raised his eyebrows. These people were all so twisted.

They all have extremely stubborn tempers.

"Have you seen the guy in that cell? He just talked to me at the beginning, and he is out of prison now." Nanzhi pointed to the two cells next to him and said temptingly.

Who knew that the man looked at Nanzhi and suddenly laughed.

Forehead?

This!

Is there anything funny?

"What are you laughing at?" Nanzhi finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked first.

"That stupid boy you're talking about? I know. After he came in, I knew within two days that he was definitely not a murderer."

"And there was a stupid boy living in that cell before, you let him go too!"

Nanzhi held his chin with one hand. This guy is quite smart and careful. How could he be tricked like this?

"Yeah! How about we chat?"

If you don't talk, I'm going to be tough with you.

Nanzhi was secretly thinking about what to do next.

"There's really nothing to talk about. I was indeed the one who killed the county magistrate."

Nanzhi looked at him with a depressed tone, and there seemed to be regret in his eyes.

"Regret it?"

Nanzhi just watched this guy look around blankly and sneered.

"You regret it, right?" He regretted not taking her away from here before her father sent her away. He regretted not thinking about his elderly parents before killing her. Without him, the days ahead would be so difficult.

"I regret that I acted on impulse and left my parents without support in their old age."

When the man said this, his eyes were red and he seemed to be crying.

"Hey!"

"You're just remembering your parents and family now? Isn't it a little late?"

"You don't look like an impulsive person, do you?"

As Nanzhi spoke, she naturally reached out and took the man's hand.

"Is this the hand that killed the county magistrate?"

Nanzhi seemed to be looking around, but in fact the man’s entire life had already emerged in her mind.

When Nanzhi saw that someone invited him to dinner here, the private room seemed casual but was chosen deliberately.

Now it is clear.

This matter was set up by someone.

When he looked at this guy's so-called friends, the topics they talked about during the meal were all fanning the flames of this guy.

Hey!

Nanzhi looked at the man in a daze, wondering what he was thinking about.

She knows everything, both known and unknown. As for the rest, let her investigate the boy’s so-called friends!

Nanzhi didn't bother him anymore and turned around and walked out of the cell.

As soon as she reached the door, she saw Yuan Wuqing walking towards her with a bad look on her face.

Nanzhi looked at the man with an unhappy face. Who had offended this man?

"Master Yuan, what is this?"

"I just discovered today that my Dali Temple is infested with termites!"

Nanzhi saw that Yuan Wuqing was obviously very angry.

It would be fine if those people were just being cunning and deceitful, but they are so heartless.

"Thank goodness Nan Shaoqing discovered it today, otherwise I would not have known that these people could do such a thing."

"You found out so quickly?" Nanzhi was surprised.

"I didn't find out. I just happened to see him when I was going down."

"Those people from the Dali Temple went out to buy the unsold steamed buns and came back to pretend they were made by themselves."

"And then?" If that's the case, then it's okay. Just heat it up.

In winter, steamed buns can be kept and will not go bad.

"They purchased it according to the price of fresh steamed buns and quoted the original price."