"So I don't believe that I will enforce the law impartially?" Li Muyun saw that Han Fu seemed to insist on participating in the trial of the case, and that he wanted to take the main culprit away, his face turned gloomy.

"Mr. Hou was seriously injured in bed and had no experience in determining the case. I have no choice but to do this." Han Fu and Li Muyun looked at each other, not giving in.

"What if I don't let anyone go?" This is the first time Li Muyun calls himself a man. In the past, he always didn't want to use his power to suppress others. Now it seems that he can't help but not suppress them.

"Mr. Hou, you are not qualified to try this case because you are the party involved. Just imagine, there is no reason for the plaintiff to try the defendant? Moreover, in terms of actual positions, you are just a county magistrate, but my envoy is an assassin. To put it bluntly, you can't hold on if I want to mention someone." Han Fu was also fighting at this time. He would never hand Han Qiang over to Li Muyun for trial.

Su Wanqing finally couldn't listen to it while on the side. She bit her teeth and said to Han Fu: "Han Zhizhe, isn't it a bit too much for you to do this?"

"Miss Su's words are wrong. The so-called "selecting internally does not avoid relatives, and externally does not avoid revenge. Although this official has something to do with the main culprit, I would like to believe that the Tang Dynasty's laws will never let go of any bad person."

"you……"

"Wanqing!" Li Muyun waved his hand to stop Su Wanqing who was impulsive and said lightly: "We must believe in Han Envoy's ethics, and believe that Han Envoy will definitely give me a satisfactory answer, right?"

"Not bad!" Han Fu nodded, but a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

Li Muyun's calmness made him feel that things were not that simple. If possible, it would be better to take Han Qiang away as soon as possible.

...

Han Qiang was finally promoted to leave by Han Fu, just the day Han Fu arrived in Shanyin County.

Su Wanqing, Sanfatzi and others all complained about this matter, believing that Li Muyun had no need to be afraid of Han Fu. If he held people away and refused to give them, he would eventually go to Chang'an to fight the imperial court lawsuit. I believe that with the help of Su Lie, the eldest brother, you will never lose. Even if Han Ai cannot be dealt with, it will be fine to kill Han Qiang.

But now, the person is released like this. Isn’t this a bullshit? If you want to catch him or fight a lawsuit against the emperor, you may be much more difficult. After the boy comes home, he can have a confession with him. It is even more difficult to kill him.

"You have been thinking too much, things are not that simple. Don't forget that we have another bargaining chip in our hands." Li Muyun didn't care about the attitudes of the two of them at all. He leaned on the couch and held a novel of monsters and said casually while reading.

"There are still chips? What chips?" said the three fat man rolling his eyes depressedly.

"Han Wenying, why did you forget that girl?"

"Han..., are you talking about Sun Liang's womb?"

"Yes!" Li Muyun closed the book in his hand, looked at the three fat men and said, "Tomorrow, we will go to the court to try the case of Han Wenying stealing 150,000 stones of public grain. You can arrange it."

"Okay, I've been disliked by that woman for a long time. I must tidy her up this time." The three fat man immediately became energetic when he heard the name Han Wenying, jumped up and ran out.

Only Su Wanqing had a little hesitation, pursed her lips and said, "Mu Yun, is this good? A woman like this, wouldn't it be under Sanmu..."

"Don't worry, we don't need Sanmu. If we were tortured, wouldn't we seem to be out of power?" Li Muyun curled his lips and smiled strangely.

...

The next morning, Han Wenying, who had been imprisoned for nearly a month, saw the sun for the first time. She was unkempt and was taken to the lobby of the yamen by the jailer and saw the Xiaoyao Hou whom she had always looked down upon.

Li Muyun was not injured. He was still very weak and his face was scary. He was holding a cowhide rope in his hand and flirting with it, as if a child was flipping a flower rope.

Han Wenying looked at him quietly, a smile slowly appeared on the corner of her mouth, and then she slowly said: "Li Muyun, I didn't expect you to be dead. It's really a sightless heaven!"

"Yes, it's true that the sky has no eyes. But what does it matter? If I don't die, you will be the next one to die." Li Muyun's voice was very soft. If he didn't listen carefully in the empty lobby, he wouldn't be able to hear clearly.

"Haha, joke, I want your aunt to die? Let's wait for the next life!" Apart from not shouting, Han Wenying's temper and character were the same as before, and everyone frowned.

However, Li Muyun didn't seem to care what she was saying, and was still fiddling with the cowhide rope in her hand, and didn't know why that thing was so good.

Until a long time later, Han Wenying, who was standing in the hall, was a little impatient. Only then did Li Muyun call the three fat men, whisper to him for a while, and then sent him down.

...

There is no imagined upper clamping stick, no imagined hitting board, and no imagined red soldering iron.

But after only more than twenty breaths, Han Wenying still felt that life was worse than death.

The weight of the whole body is pressed against the two big thumbs, and only two toes under the feet can touch the ground. If you don’t want your fingers to hurt too much, you can only tiptoe hard.

But how much strength can the toes have? How can it support the weight of the whole body?

So less than a quarter of an hour later, the woman who thought she was tough began to wail and started talking nonsense, first cursing people, and after less than a quarter of an hour, she began to beg for mercy.

Then Li Muyun didn't seem to hear it, and he was still sitting there. It was only half an hour later that Han Wenying couldn't stand it anymore. In the middle of winter, sweat soaked the ground under her feet, which made people put her down.

"Tell me, what's going on with the grain warehouse? Did Han Qiang instruct you to steal it?"

"Yes, yes!" Han Wenying didn't have the toughness she had just now, and her head was lit very quickly.

"Write it down!"

A piece of paper was handed to her.

Han Wenying took it without any hesitation, writing clearly how Han Qiang threatened him and how helpless he could help him transport the grain in the granary, although the matter itself was not like this at all.

"How did Han Qiang plan to assassinate me?" When Han Wenying finished writing, Li Muyun asked someone to throw out another piece of paper.

"This..." Han Wenying was stunned and thought to herself, "How could I know."

But when he saw Li Muyun's gloomy gaze and the cowhide rope in his hand, the woman couldn't help but tremble, picked up the pen and wrote it again quickly. A moment later, a story of passion and passion came to the paper. The three fat people were stunned and gave Li Muyun a thumbs up again and again.

It was also a whisper, but Li Muyun had already played a new trick. The thumb-tip method would not leave any trace. Even if this girl wanted to rebel in the future, she would not find reasonable evidence to prove that she was whispered.

But what she wrote can become a sharp sword to send Han Qiang to the execution ground.
Chapter completed!