"Wow——"

A basin of cold water was poured on Gong Zheng's face, causing him to wake up from his coma and look around solemnly.

He found that he seemed to be locked in a place that looked like a torture chamber, with his hands each fixed on a wooden torture frame by a chain.

He frowned as he recalled.

He vaguely remembered that in that manor at that time, he had felt that something was wrong because he heard the warning from his own people, but just when he was about to escape, he was subdued by several assassins wearing cyan leather armor.

.

"...Prince Zhao Run's Green Crows?"

Gong Zheng secretly complained, and at the same time he couldn't help but sigh to himself: No matter how cautious he was, he was still caught after all, and this time I'm afraid it will be more unfortunate.

"The remnant of the Xiao family, Gong Zheng...heh, is that his name?"

Just when Gong Zheng was thinking to himself, a voice came from in front of him.

It turned out that directly opposite the palace, about three feet away, there was a desk. At this time, Zhang Qigong was sitting behind the desk, holding a teapot, pouring a cup of tea into a teacup, and sipping from the teacup.

After taking a sip, he greeted Gong Zheng.

"..."

Gong Zheng glanced at Zhang Qigong for a few times and asked in a deep voice: "Where is this?"

Zhang Qigong took a sip of tea and said slowly: "Prince's Mansion!"

"..."

Gong Zheng's eyelids twitched, and at the same time he felt even more desperate.

He knew very well that the current Prince's Mansion was the former Prince Su's Mansion, or it was called Prince Jing's Mansion twenty years ago, and it is located in Daliang City.

A few years ago, Gong Zheng would have had some hope that his companions would find a way to rescue him, but now, their "Fu Weijun (overturning the Wei Army)" power in Daliang has almost been completely destroyed, although there are still

There are some sporadic members, but they are no longer enough to cause riots like the "Daliang Rebellion".

Today's Daliang is the territory of Prince Zhao Run. Thirty to forty thousand Imperial Guards, plus the Green Crows, are closely monitoring the royal capital, not to mention the Prince's Mansion. Presumably, it is even more heavily guarded. If you are caught,

Here, it is equivalent to pronouncing the death sentence on his Gong Zheng.

After taking a slight breath to calm down, Gong Zheng forced himself to remain calm and sarcastically said: "When did the Prince's Palace have such a private prison?"

"A few days ago." Zhang Qigong took a sip of tea and said casually: "This was originally a wine cellar in the mansion. Zhang changed it into a private prison. You should be honored to be the first resident here."

"Huh? No wonder Gong has smelled the aroma of wine since just now..." After sniffing his nose, Gong Zheng turned his attention to Zhang Qigong and suddenly asked: "You are Zhang Qigong, the aide to the old prince Zhao Yu, right?"

"Do you recognize Zhang?" Zhang Qigong looked at Gong Zheng with curiosity.

Gong Zheng smiled when he heard this and said: "Master Zhang, who is known as the cruel official, is also quite famous in Daliang. How could Gong not recognize him?"

"That's good, it saves Zhang a lot of trouble." After saying that, a cold look flashed in Zhang Qigong's eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Gong Zheng, if you tell me the whereabouts of Xiao Luan, Zhang will give you a pleasure.

"

After hearing this, Gong Zheng shook his head and said calmly: "I don't know what Mr. Zhang means by this. I am a serious businessman who is about to go to Bolangsha Port City to do business, but I don't know why Mr. Zhang is innocent.

Will you capture me?"

"A serious businessman?" Zhang Qigong curled his lips and sneered twice, and said coldly: "There are no less than two hundred desperadoes in the courtyard where you are hiding..."

"That's my guard. Mr. Zhang must also know that this world is actually not that safe." Gong Zheng replied calmly.

"Well, I understand." Zhang Qigong nodded and said calmly: "I won't shed tears until I see the coffin. I think I am referring to people like you... It doesn't matter, I have a lot of patience."

After that, he picked up the tea cup again.

At the same time, Yang Yi, the leader of the black crows, crossed his arms and leaned against the wall in the corner, looking at Gong Zheng. Hearing this, he stretched out his hand and patted Gong Zheng twice. Immediately, two black crows walked in from outside the execution room, using a kind of

Staring at Gong Zheng with raging eyes, he cracked the whip in his hand.

"...corporal punishment?"

Gong Zheng glanced at the two black crows with a cold expression and snorted softly.

"Pah——"

A heavy whip hit Gong Zheng's chest hard. Immediately, Gong Zheng subconsciously grasped the chains with both hands, and veins popped out on his forehead.

However, he didn't say a word.

"..."

Zhang Qigong, who was always paying attention to Gong Zheng, frowned when he saw this scene.

He felt that this seemingly weak Gong Zheng might be more tenacious or stubborn than he expected.

"Pah——"

"Pah——"

The sounds of whips hitting the flesh again and again resounded in this unknown torture room, but from the beginning to the end, only the sound of the black crows being tortured was heard, and Gong Zheng did not make any sound, even if

In the end, he was holding on to the chain tightly, clenching his teeth and passed out.

"Lord Captain, the prisoner has fainted," said one of the torturers.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qigong glanced at Gong Zheng and said calmly: "Waking him up!"

"yes!"

"Wow--"

Another basin of cold water was poured on Gong Zheng's head, gradually waking him up from his coma.

"Are you willing to recruit?" Zhang Qigong asked calmly.

"Hahaha." Gong Zheng laughed twice and whispered in a tired voice: "I'm sorry... I don't understand what I'm saying..."

"..." Zhang Qigong nodded and said gloomily: "Keep fighting!"

"yes!"

"Pah——"

"Pah——"

For a whole day, Gong Zheng suffered from whipping torture. He fainted more than a dozen times and was woken up by cold water pouring on him more than a dozen times. Even the black crows who tortured him changed several shifts, but Gong Zheng still refused to admit it.

He is a member of Xiao's remnant party.

Facing such a stubborn guy, Zhang Qigong felt both admiration and anger.

And just when he was about to carry out the execution again, the leader of the black crows, Yang Yi, stopped him and said in a low voice: "Lord Captain, let's stop here for today. If we continue to fight, this man will die..."

After hearing this, Zhang Qigong gave up and looked at Gong Zheng sharply, nodded and said, "Come back tomorrow."

At this time, Gong Zheng, who had been whipped for a long time, could not even lift his head. After hearing this, he slightly raised his head and glanced sideways at Zhang Qigong, and let out a contemptuous sneer. Zhang Qigong was so angry that he almost punched the opponent in the face.

.

The next day, Zhang Qigong continued to torture Gong Zheng. If yesterday's flogging was still a relatively cruel punishment, then today's punishment would be even more cruel.

"ah--"

With a scream, today, Gong Zheng finally broke the dullness of being tortured.

It's no wonder, after all, today's punishment is so cruel. Under Zhang Qigong's order, three Black Crows grabbed Gong Zheng's hand and dug iron needles into the gaps between Gong Zheng's fingernails, causing pain.

The number of times De Gongzheng fainted was more than ten times more than yesterday. "Note: Please understand that this paragraph cannot be written in detail. The author suffers from sharp object discomfort. It is very uncomfortable to simulate this scene in his mind."

But even so, Gong Zheng still gritted his teeth and refused to confess.

Zhang Qigong was so angry that he asked the black crows to pull out the nail of Gong Zheng's little finger, causing Gong Zheng to faint from the pain again.

For two or three days, in the former wine cellar of the Prince's Mansion that had been converted into a private prison, Gong Zheng was tortured by Zhang Qigong in every possible way, and died from the pain several times.

But such a cruel punishment could not pry Gong Zheng's mouth open.

On the fourth day of December, there was no wind and light snow.

In the side hall of the East Palace, Zhao Hongrun stood at the window, hands behind his back, quietly looking at the slowly falling snowflakes outside the window.

A moment later, Yang Yi, the leader of the Black Crows, stepped into the side hall. After nodding and greeting Lu Mu, the chief of the clan's guards, he walked about a foot behind Zhao Hongrun, cupped his hands and said, "Your Highness, Prince,

Did you summon the humble minister?"

"Hmm." Zhao Hongrun turned his head, brushed away a few snowflakes that had drifted in from the window and landed on his shoulders, and asked, "Can Gongzheng tell me the whereabouts of Xiao Luan?"

"This..." Yang Yi had a look of embarrassment on his face, lowered his head and said, "Not yet."

"Huh?" Zhao Hongrun frowned slightly.

Seeing this, Yang Ji told Zhao Hongrun exactly how Gong Zheng behaved during the torture in the past few days.

Even Zhao Hongrun felt a little surprised when he heard that Gong Zheng had no intention of yielding under torture.

You know, Zhao Hongrun felt his scalp numb just by hearing the tortures Yang Ji dictated. It was really hard to think that Gong Zheng, a seemingly weak man, could actually endure it.

"...His Royal Highness, I humbly ask Your Highness to wait for a few more days." His Highness the Crown Prince seemed to have a bad look on his face before meeting, and Yang Ji asked with some fear.

However, Zhao Hongrun did not mean to rebuke Yang Yi or Zhang Qigong. After thinking about it, he stood up from behind the desk and said, "Take me to have a look."
To be continued...