Tang Luli, slaves are untouchables. If they beat and kill their masters, they will have to be punished with aggravated punishment. Not to mention that they have been killed, even if they have planned to kill people, they will be executed without any harm. If they cause injuries or death, they will even be beheaded. However, if maids fight and murder each other, they will only be punished according to ordinary people. If they do not cause injuries, they will only be punished for three years. Therefore, the key to this case lies in whether the concubine is the master or slave. If they are rich, these servants will be executed, otherwise, they will only be punished for three years.

In this case, Xiao Jiading already had provisions in the "Tang Law Commentary" formulated by the "Tang Law" a few years later, but there was no "Yonghui Law" at this time, so there was no legal basis.

Xiao Jiading glanced at Tang Dalang curiously and said, "Are you also a man in the government?"

"Isn't it impossible to discuss the case?"

"Of course." Xiao Jiading knew that there was a trajectory called Mingfa in the Tang Dynasty, which was to take the criminal law. So it was not surprising that scholars studied cases, just like students in law universities today.

Xiao Jiading said: "The key to this case depends on the identity of this concubine. See if she has the identity of the master."

Tang Dalang nodded: "Of course, I am a concubine or a slave, and there is no provision for the criminal law."

"Why are there no regulations? It is included in "Yonghui Ling". - As long as it is 'not incompatible with the wealth', it is not the master. Neither the mother nor the concubine can share the wealth of the family, so they are not the masters."

"Is that so? Is there such a rule?"

Xiao Jiading thought it was something that was sorted out by later generations. In fact, he didn't know if this regulation had been issued at this time. However, there were too many Tang Rulings, with thousands of items, which were not easy for ordinary people to find, so he gritted the bullet and said, "Of course there is. You can go and search. However, although this concubine is not the master in this case, whether he can treat it according to the master depends on the status of her son. - Is the child born to this concubine and the master considered the master at home? Can the property be shared?"

The owner of Tang Lu, including all the people in the family, can get the property if the family is divided.

Tang Dalang said: "It's the master. The rich man has publicly said that this is his son. After he dies in the future, he will let this son share his inheritance with his other children."

"Since this is the case, this concubine should belong to the master. Those servants should be executed as the slave murdered the master."

"Oh? Why?"

"It's very simple. Her son is all the master. Is the status of a mother still lower than that of a son? The so-called mother is noble because of her son, "The law of the mother will not be inferior to the son."

Tang Dalang slapped his forehead and suddenly realized, and said, "Yes! That's the case, it should be like this. Without his son being the master, his mother not the master. Very good, this reason is very convincing. - I can't tell, you are really very knowledgeable about criminal law! Hahaha. Come on, I'll give you a bowl!"

"It's too much." Xiao Jiading said, and drank another bowl with Tang Dalang.

Ya Niang called the musician to play music and danced to cheer herself up. Ya Niang's dance was very good, and it was full of temptation, which made Xiao Jiading and Zhu Haiyin's eyes straight.

In this way, while drinking, she enjoyed Yaniang's playing the piano and singing, and dancing with her long sleeves. Tang Dalang occasionally asked Xiao Jiading some criminal laws, and they drank with big bowls, so not long after, Xiao Jiading, Tang Dalang and Zhu Haiyin were both drunk.

Tang Dalang was already the most drunk. He seemed to be thinking about getting himself drunk. Finally, his servant came in and helped him get on the carriage. Ya Niang kept supporting him and sent him into the carriage. She watched the carriage go away and then came back.

After he left, Xiao Jiading became more awake because he still had something to do. Seeing that Zhu Haiyin was also drunk, he said, "Brother Zhu, I have something to tell Miss Ya, you should go back first."

Zhu Haiyin was also drunk. He had heard that Xiao Jiading was going to talk to Ya Niang before, so he didn't bother him. He pulled Xiao Jiading over and whispered in his ear: "Brother, after finishing his work here, I'll come out to find me. I'll arrange two beauties for you to spend the night with you! Ya Niang never leaves guests. Hehehe."

"No need, I'm drunk today. After saying that, I just want to sleep. You're almost done, go back and rest!"

Zhu Haiyin was really drunk, so he waved his hand and said goodbye shakingly.

Xiao Jiading looked at Ya Niang in a drunken eyes. Although Ya Niang did not drink much, she already had a 70% or 80% alcoholic spirit. Her pretty face was flushed and her eyes were as charming as silk. She chuckled and said, "Young Master Xiao, why don't you write a song for Dalang?"

Xiao Jiading leaned over with a saliva and said, "If I write it for you, will I stay with you tonight?"

Ya Niang hit her gently and said angrily: "Dreams to marry a wife, think about good things! If you write the lyrics for me, I will agree to your request, except stay overnight! Is that okay?"

"So you're serious?"

"That's natural!"

"Okay!" Xiao Jiading looked at her drunk and said, "You can see that you have a deep relationship with this Tang Dalang. I will write the lyrics with you on this topic, how about it?"

"The young master made a poem in seven steps, and I admire him very much. If I could get the young master to write lyrics for me, it would be a great blessing!"

Xiao Jiading looked at her curved willow eyebrows, blushing cheeks, especially her delicate and red lips, and slowly recited Qin Guan's poem "Nan Gezi" about beauty:

Fragrant ink painting,

The swallow fat is light and even.

Rub the blue shirt and apricot yellow skirt,

Leaning alone on the jade railing, he slapped his lips speechlessly.

People leave and flow water,

Flowers are half-closing the door.

Where to find the clouds in the chaotic mountains?

Another crescent moon shines on dusk.

After reading this poem, Na Ya Niang really liked it, but she deliberately pretended to be disappointed on her face and said coquettishly: "Not good, no! Where did the unfaithful people like me come from? It was made up by you, not good! Rewrite one!"

Xiao Jiading looked at her with a squinted eyes: "Then Tang Dalang isn't your lover?"

"Of course not, it's just my regular customer. How could he be a lover?"

"Then how about I be your lover?"

"You?" Ya Niang giggled, "Well, look at your ability?"

"Carefulness?" Xiao Jiading looked down at his crotch with an exaggerated look, and said with a obscene smile: "Be your lover, you will know what I am capable of."

Ya Niang blushed and spat gently, saying, "I'm talking about your ability to write poetry!" The men who came to her listened to her singing, dancing, and talking to her poems. How could she dare to be as obscene as Xiao Jiading? However, Xiao Jiading was originally the one she liked, and now she has a 70% or 80% alcoholic spirit. After listening to this, her heart was not rejected, but was a little confused. She looked at him charmingly and said, "You write another song for me, and I must like it."

"If you like it, let me be your lover?"

"Bah!" Ya Niang hit him gently and said, "I said that besides this, I will promise you something else. How about it?"

Xiao Jiading looked disappointed and said, "What words do you want me to fill in for you?"

"It's fine if you want to write it to my slave."

"You just said, you don't have a lover?"

"Really not."

"Okay, let's take the title of "You stay alone in the empty room." Xiao Jiading remembered Li Qingzhao's song "Huanxisha" and chanted slowly:

Don't let the cup of deep amber thick,

Before you become intoxicated, you will first melt.

The wind is coming late.

Ruinaoxiang is gone, the dream is broken,

A small bun with a cold gold pine hair,

Wake up the candle flowers in the time and space.

After listening to this poem, Ya Niang was stunned. How many times did she wake up intoxication? Only the red candle flowers accompany her. Her usual songs and laughter made her lonely when she was alone. This poem was written into her heart.

She thought in a daze that ** was not a long-term solution after all, and she should consider the future carefully to see if she had anybody she liked. The person in front of her was talented and extraordinary. She was originally the best candidate, but was he true or false to him? A lifelong event should not be hasty.

Seeing that she was speechless, Xiao Jiading could tell that she was very satisfied, so he smiled and said, "How? Should I be satisfied now?"

Ya Niang woke up as if she was dreaming, and said angrily, "No! You are laughing at me! You need to write a new lyric to compensate!"

This little girl is endless? She is obviously liked to death, but she deliberately said she doesn't like it, but she doesn't want to agree to her request. Xiao Jiading looked at her sideways, thinking that this woman obviously has a good impression of her, but she deliberately pretends to be noble. Grandma, the more noble the woman is, the more she is! A man is not bad, and a woman doesn't love her!

Xiao Jiading smiled badly and said, "It's okay to write another lyrics for you, but..."

"But what?" Ya Niang looked at him with affection.

"We have to make me smell good first!" After that, he reached out and hugged her waist, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her red lips.

Ya Niang could not have imagined that a gentleman like him would do such a vulgar and overbearing act. She cried out in shock, turned her face and kissed her cheeks. Ya Niang quickly pushed him away. She got up and wanted to leave, but was hugged by him from behind. With this hug, the demon claws were covering her pair of breasts.

This Ya Niang is really a man who is not a good person. She has never touched her body before, let alone the soft breasts on her chest. Suddenly, her whole body collapsed, and she still has the strength to escape. She just turned her face and looked at him weakly, saying, "Young Master, don't..."

Xiao Jiading did not let go, smiled lewdly and said, "Don't you want me to write another poem? Listen!" At that moment, he slowly recited the famous erotic poem by Emperor Huizong of Song:

The wine is shared by the people,

Nephrite lamp hugged.

Looking back and embrace the love,

Pain.

Push your husband gently.

Hearing the sound trembles,

A slight shock and red rush.

Try and update the line,

There is nothing to do with it,

This time the flavor is crazy,

Move,

Arms are covered,

Lips together,

Talked to each other.
Chapter completed!