Divorce the bad husband, store grain fields, and marry the emperor's uncle for the second time

When Xia Xiaorou woke up, she found it was dark and candles were burning in the room.

Did she just fall asleep?

Xia Xiaorou was frightened and sat up.

Yan Heng was lying on the chair in front, with a book covering her face, motionless.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and found that Yan Heng had also fallen asleep.

They were the only ones in the room.

Xia Xiaorou relaxed her body and stood up to stretch her legs which were numb from sitting.

After a while, footsteps were heard at the door and Xia Xiaorou looked over there.

"Mr. Yan?" County Magistrate Liu's voice came from outside the door.

"Come in." Yan Heng took the book and threw it away, rubbing his temple.

County Magistrate Liu lifted the door curtain and walked into the small hall.

He first glanced at Xia Xiaorou, then bowed to Yan Heng and said, "The prisoner Song Wenshan has been found, and he must be brought to court."

Yan Heng raised her eyes and looked at Xia Xiaorou, then nodded and said, "Okay."

Xia Xiaorou's tense nerves relaxed slightly.

Song Wenshan was finally caught!

Yan Heng didn't ask Xia Xiaorou a single question and let her go back to the front hall.

She was wondering what Yan Heng was doing.

But at this moment, she only cared about when Song Wenshan would die, and put Yan Heng's matter aside.

Zhou Maoxun sat outside the county government office, waiting anxiously, and finally waited for Xia Xiaorou to come out.

"Xiao Rou, the county magistrate asked you to come to the back hall. What did he say?" Zhou Maoxun hurried over and pulled Xia Xiaorou's hand.

Yan Heng, who was standing at the side door, saw this scene, his eyes suddenly turned cold and he snorted coldly.

Xia Xiaorou put her hands behind her back to avoid Zhou Maoxun's hand, "Just let me wait, then the county magistrate went to do something, I have been sitting here doing nothing until now."

She didn't tell him that Yan Heng called her to the back hall because she didn't want Zhou Maoxun to guess the relationship between her and Yan Heng.

Zhou Maoxun blinked in confusion, "That's it?"

"Mighty!" the yamen runners suddenly shouted loudly.

"Cousin Zhou, the court is back in session." Xia Xiaorou nodded to Zhou Maoxun, reminding him to stand up quickly.

When Zhou Maoxun noticed that the county magistrate was coming again, his expression calmed down and he stood properly.

Because the case was a murder that happened more than two years ago, County Magistrate Liu went to court overnight.

He slammed the gavel, "Come here, bring the prisoner!"

"mighty--"

Two bailiffs walked into the side hall and dragged out two people.

The young man had chains on his hands and feet.

The young woman was not shackled, but her hands were also chained.

"Sir, it's unfair, sir!" When the young woman saw County Magistrate Liu, she knelt down with a thud.

When County Magistrate Liu saw the woman crying non-stop, he was slightly stunned.

But he pretended not to know her and slammed the gavel, "If you make any more noise, you will be punished with ten sticks!"

Lan Ruxin was silenced by the gavel used by County Magistrate Liu and dared not cry anymore.

She lowered her eyes and thought about what to do.

Song Wenshan didn't say anything, but he looked flustered.

Seeing Xia Xiaorou's eyes as sharp as ice knives, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes. Then he found that Xia Xiaorou and Zhou Maoxun were standing together, and very close to each other, and anger rose in his eyes.

"Xia Xiaorou! Why are you standing with Zhou Maoxun? What a bitch! You can't stand the loneliness when I'm not at home, right? You bitch!"

Song Wenshan discovered that the more he looked at Xia Xiaorou, the more beautiful she became. She was even more beautiful than Lan Ruxin, the top beauties in Baihua Tower.

Why didn't he notice how charming Xia Xiaorou was before?

But he and Xia Xiaorou were no longer husband and wife, and regret was of no use.

Even so, seeing Xia Xiaorou standing with another man, he felt like a thorn in his heart.

If his hands and feet hadn't been locked, he would have rushed over and beat Xia Xiaorou up.

Xia Xiaorou sneered, "Song Wenshan, your ability to tell lies and frame others is really getting better day by day!"

"It's all because of you, bitch, that you pissed me off! I was wondering why you wanted to go solo so much? Turns out you've been having an affair with Zhou Maoxun for a long time!" Song Wenshan gritted his teeth in anger.

"Sir Liu, there is so much noise in the hall, why don't you teach your subjects a lesson?" Yan Heng reminded Magistrate Liu in a low voice from behind the curtain.

The voice was calm, yet eerie.

County Magistrate Liu was shocked.

"Come here, slap the person who made the noise ten times!" County Magistrate Liu slammed the gavel again.

"Yes, sir!" The two yamen runners standing in the front strode towards Song Wenshan, raised their hands and slapped Song Wenshan on the face left and right.

Song Wenshan was a weak scholar, and because he was good at reading, he was treated like ashes on tofu by Mrs. Song Liu since he was a child, and could not be praised or beaten.

It only took ten slaps to make his nose bleed and his teeth crooked.

He was in so much pain that tears kept falling. How could he dare to scold Xia Xiaorou anymore?

"Bang!" Magistrate Liu slammed the gavel and shouted at Song Wenshan, "Who is kneeling in the hall? Tell me your name!"

Song Wenshan thought that although he accidentally killed someone more than two years ago, so much time had passed and the county government must not know that he was the one who killed him, otherwise why haven't they arrested him yet?

It must be Xia Xiaorou who took revenge on him and framed him and had the county magistrate arrest him.

Thinking of this, Song Wenshan boldly gave his name.

"Sir, I am your disciple. I was a student three years ago and have always been well-behaved. I don't know why you have captured me today?" He responded calmly.

Lan Ruxin, who was standing by, had seen many big scenes. She cried so hard that I felt sorry for her. "Sir, I am just Song Tongsheng's concubine. I don't know anything."

"Don't be afraid, Ruxin. The adults won't wrongly accuse a good person." Although Song Wenshan's hands were locked, he still tried his best to hold Lan Ruxin in his arms and wiped her tears with great pity.

"Song Wenshan, take a look at this petition. What else do you have to say?" County Magistrate Liu threw the petition handed over by Xia Xiaorou into the hall.

A yamen runner picked it up and shook it open for Song Wenshan to see.

The complaint stated the date and time, and the reason why Song Wenshan accidentally killed a person.

He stole the man's money and disguised it as a robbery, then Song Wenshan ran away overnight.

Lan Ruxin protected Song Wenshan, opened a back door for him, and helped him escape.

"This is evidence. What else do you have to say?" County Magistrate Liu threw down a fan. "This was found next to the deceased. There are bloody fingerprints on the fan. Someone, check Song Wenshan's fingerprints!"

The county magistrate who was in charge of recording the documents and a yamen runner took a red ink and a piece of white paper and placed them in front of Song Wenshan. The two of them grabbed his ten fingers, dipped them in the red ink, and printed them on the paper one by one.

Finally, it was compared with the bloody handprint on the folding fan.

"Sir, it is confirmed that it is Song Wenshan's handprint." The county magistrate replied to County Magistrate Liu.

County Magistrate Liu came down the hall and looked at the two handprints carefully. "Song Wenshan, do you have anything else to say?"

Song Wenshan's legs went limp and he fell to the ground.

"Come here, put Song Wenshan in the sky prison and Lan Ruxin in the underground dungeon!" County Magistrate Liu returned to the hall and slammed the gavel.

"Mighty!" the yamen runners shouted loudly.

The chief constable came with four yamen runners and dragged away the frightened Song Wenshan and Lan Ruxin, who kept glaring at Magistrate Liu.