Wang Fu, who was a powerful figure in both the government and the public, died like this.

Yang Qiu himself was still a little dazed, could he have done something that Chen Fan and others couldn't do back then?

For a moment, Yang Qiu didn't know if he was proud or sad.

At this moment, the swordsman and penman next to him came forward and asked:

"Captain, the prisoner is dead, but the judgment document has not been stamped yet. Is there any problem?" Before, when they buried Wang Fu, there was no problem. But after he was killed, they asked questions.

Yang Qiu looked at the swordsmen and penmen in the execution room. At this time, the dozen or so veterans who were accustomed to execution names were all looking at him silently.

Yang Qiu knew that they were waiting for him to take over the responsibility. After all, he had just become the superior of the school, and he had not yet formed a good relationship with these junior officials.

Yang Qiu didn't care and waved his hand:

"You can also draw a pledge even if you are dead. Later, I will ask the secretary to write a confession form, and you can directly help him write it.

In addition, let me hang Wang Fu's body at the gate of Xia City, and hang a sign for him. On the sign, I will write the four words "Traitor Wang Fu" for him.

Didn’t his son Wang Ji often do this in Peidi? I’ll also learn from it, it’s called, use the other person’s way and give to the other person. Just do it.”

All the swordsmen and penmen looked at each other and said in unison: "Here!"

They didn't realize how harsh Yang Qiu's actions were. After all, as prison officials, they had seen even more cruel masters.

After giving the instructions, Yang Qiu returned to his office. He was thinking about what to do with Duan Jiong.

He will definitely be killed. Even if this old man is good now, once he is released, he will be the one who dies.

But how to kill him?

After thinking for a while, he called the judge over.

The judge was busy taking into custody the Qiang and Hu Yicong of Captain Duan. Hearing Yang Qiu's call, he hurriedly entered the office as counselor.

Yang Qiu told Shen Pei everything about this matter, including why Duan Juan must be killed, but what disasters would result from killing him.

He regards Shen Pei as his confidant and realizes that he has nothing to hide.

Shen Pei was from Hebei, and he had the same impression of Duan Jue, a veteran general in the northwest. On the contrary, he thought that Duan Jue was not as good as Huangfu Gui Sheng.

Duan Taiwei did have great military exploits. He fought hundreds of battles in Xizhou and was invincible, and beheaded tens of thousands of people. But what! After spending 4.4 billion yuan, the Qiang and Hu continued to rebel again and again.

However, Huangfu's regulations to pacify the Qiang and Hu saved the country billions of dollars. This is the gap.

So when Yang Qiu said he wanted to kill Duan Ji, Shen Pei was a little surprised but didn't think anything was wrong. He thought for a while:

"Ming Gong, since Duan Jun must die and cannot die because of us, why not let him commit suicide."

"Suicide?" Yang Qiu's eyes lit up, and his thoughts were opened.

Yes, wouldn't all the problems be solved by letting him commit suicide?

It doesn't matter if he has prestige in the army. He committed suicide because of his crime. Then what else can the government and the opposition have to say?

Moreover, now this old Ge happens to have the leverage to lead troops into the prison and resist arrest with weapons. None of these things can scare him.

When the time comes, threaten him with these charges and force him to commit suicide, and that will be the end of the matter.

Presumably, he did not let the judge do it. This kind of upright gentleman should not be involved in secret and scandalous matters. He just asked him to be the counselor to plan it.

After he asked the judge to step aside, he called for a guard and asked:

"How much poisonous wine is there in the house?"

As a prison, there is naturally no shortage of these.

The guard thought for a while and said:

"I don't think I still have three bottles. I used a lot the day before and haven't refilled them yet."

"Well, go and get a bottle for me."

After hearing this, he retreated down to get the poisonous wine. After a while, he came up with the bottle.

Yang Qiu silently put the poisonous wine into his pocket and went down to find Duan Qiao.

When he arrived at the place, Duan Hao started to eat and drink. He was holding a bucket of millet and eating. There was also a full pot of mutton on the table. He was appetizing at first glance.

Seeing this, Yang Qiu thought that he had been busy all day and had not eaten a drop of rice, but this old man had eaten and drank. He secretly cursed the people below for their lack of vision and snorted dissatisfied:

"Who prepared the food for him? I don't know that Duan Taiwei is fat and wanted to eat something lighter."

The prisoner next to him hurriedly bowed and replied:

"It was sent by the Huangmen in the palace. It was said that the country was eating sheep today. Thinking that the old prince always loved this food, he asked the little Huangmen to bring it to the old prince to try."

Damn, this guy must die.

Forget it, let him have a good meal so he can go on his way.

After thinking about it, Yang Qiu didn't worry anymore and ordered someone to add a case table for him in the cell. He also prepared wine and food. He sat on the bed and started eating and drinking.

For a moment, Duan Qiu and Yang Qiu didn't look at each other, just eating and drinking.

After all, it couldn't be compared. Yang Qiu felt bloated after eating it for a while. Seeing that Lao Ge was still eating, he mocked:

"He is an old and honest man. He eats a pound of rice and ten pounds of meat in one meal, but loses three ounces of meat in an instant. The old lieutenant also refuses to accept old age. He just doesn't know how many times he has to poop in a meal."

Duan Yan is now eating the meat millet sent by the country and feels much more at ease. He is not used to it when he sees this disgusting thing barking here:

"Nai Gong poops more than you, a northern dog, you're a piece of trash."

Yang Qiu, his eyes narrowed again.

Calming his mind, Yang Qiu said seductively:

"Old Lieutenant, you don't think you can survive this. Think about it for yourself and see if what you committed is a capital crime."

This is a routine commonly used by Xing Ming. The old lieutenant was not familiar with it, so he finally fell into it.

"Nai Gong fought hard and fast for the country, so what if he robbed several aunts?

Besides, follow me, none of these little ladies are wearing silks and satins, and they are rich in clothes and food. This is for the good of the father-in-law. What's wrong with that?"

Good guy, at this age he still robs women.

"That's not what you're talking about. Please confess it yourself and don't interrupt me again, otherwise you will suffer a lot." Yang Qiu continued to deceive.

"Well, the weapons under the chariot are mine and have nothing to do with my loyal followers. You can let them go."

Now, the old lieutenant still loves his soldiers as much as his son.

"Old Lieutenant, you have to think clearly. Entering the forbidden area with troops is regarded as rebellion. This is a serious crime for the Yi tribe. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."

Duan Qiao also looked at the northern dog and snorted coldly:

"Please be merciful and tell me. If you have any ideas, I will listen to them first."

Yang Qiu didn't pay attention to the contempt in Lao Ge's words, after all, he couldn't get angry with the dead.

He straightened his sleeves and said to Duan Jiao:

"Yes, I have an idea. I have a bottle of poisonous wine here. If the old lieutenant drinks this wine, everything will be over."

"Bah, you're stupid for being a master. If you could kill me now, would you tell me so much?

After all, you didn't dare to kill me, and you wanted me to die, so you tricked me into committing suicide. A Northern Dog is a Northern Dog, and dog meat cannot be put on the table."

Duan Jiong is older and has the advantage of having a lot of yellow phlegm. This time, he spit out the thick phlegm on Yang Qiu's face.

Yang Qiu didn't care about it at first and wanted to act like spitting on his face, but as soon as it hit his face, he felt something was wrong. He quickly wiped it with his sleeve and saw yellow phlegm with big ink spots, so he vomited it immediately.

"Hahaha, let you know how powerful Naigong is."

Yang Qiu didn't want to pretend anymore, and subconsciously wanted to kill him directly, but his reason told him to calm down. Then calm down, he advised again:

"Old Lieutenant, you have gone astray. It is for the sake of your loyalty that I allow you to commit suicide.

Think about it, Old Lieutenant, you have made outstanding achievements in battle. If the country annihilates your three tribes, it will be a loss of the righteousness of a monarch and his ministers.

But your sin is unforgivable, so the country gives you a special banquet so that you can have a good meal before leaving.

What a kindness this is. Don’t you understand yet?”

After hearing this, the old lieutenant looked at the mutton on the table and felt that it no longer tasted good.

But he still refused to give up. He was so stubborn that he must see the country in person or see the country's will for him to commit suicide, otherwise there would be no hope for him to commit suicide.

Okay, let’s stop pretending to be Yang Qiu.

He waved his hand and let the prisoners on the left and right in. These people had been managed by him before and they were all his former confidants.

Duan Jiao was horrified, what a good boy, this Northern Dog actually used force with him.

After all, he was a fierce general in the army. He pulled up the table and chopped off one of his legs with one palm. Then he held the table as a shield with his left hand and the horn as a stick with his right hand, trying to capture the yang ball.

Although Yang Qiu is a ruthless person, his skills are not given in vain. He has been good at swordsmanship since he was a child.

At this time, he drew the knife in his hand and cut off the corner of the case in Duan Jiong's hand with one stroke.

Duan Jiong was so angry that he threw the remaining corner of the case at Yang Qiu. Yang Qiu dodged, but Duan Jiong took the opportunity to rush out of the cell.

At this time, he threw the case into the air, knocked down all the cells he was approaching, and then rushed out like a mad cow.
To be continued...