Torches burned, moths and mosquitoes buzzed, and the dim flames shone in the dark corridor, reflecting each other, and the crackling sound of whips in the darkness, and the pain of groaning in the groaning of people.

"Guess!" "Send the hook! San'er, guess there!"

"Here!"

"Wrong! Punishment of wine-"

In the Dali Temple Prison, several prisoners sat around in the torches stuck on the wall, one of them stepped on a low stool, hugged one cuff, and clenched one fist with one hand to let the colleagues on the opposite side make the rock-scissors. Seeing that the other party was wrong, they laughed and spread their other hand, and a copper coin was lying in the palm of their palm, which caused the other two to cheer and scream.

In the atmosphere, someone came over in the corridor of the prison and whispered in a low voice in the ear of a fat-headed and big-eared prison guard. The latter threw the copper plate to the opposite side, stood up and put down his sleeve and put it behind him, and said, "It's time to interrogate. I'll come when I go, you can play first."

He asked the prison guard to lead the way, walked through the dim flames after the light, and stopped in front of a cell. The prison guard who led the way opened the prison door. A blood-stained figure inside was being put down from the rack by the two prison guards and threw it into a corner.

"Zhang Dutong, today's punishment will be borne, and tomorrow we have to continue. Tsk tsk, Dutong's body is strong, and he is still strong now."

The prisoner stuttered twice, and squatted in front of the figure on the ground with his hands in his arms, "The Lord said it, so that he would save his suffering. Xing Ju, who was behind, heard that he had a great background and was released from the palace. He locked someone barefoot on Xing Ju. The drums under his feet burned red, making people run on it constantly... less than a stick of incense, his feet would be scalded."

Opposite the prison head's vision, the figure in the shadow grabbed the wet and cold thatch, and struggled to hold up. Between the messy hair, her thin face was revealed, and she could vaguely see Zhang Huaiyi's appearance.

His mouth was dry and tilted. He looked at the prison guard in front of him who was luring him to confess, but just squeezed out a little smile and weakly supported himself to the wall behind him.

He didn't look at the other person either, but just looked at the burning torches in the aisle outside.

"The thing you mentioned... I've been playing with it for a long time... Do you know... that thing is actually called 'treadmill' or slap... It was made by my brother... Haha!"

The prisoner was stunned for a moment. Unexpectedly, he said this, squatted on the ground and moved back two steps, raised his hand and waved. A prisoner came over, picked up the bucket, and threw the dusty dirty water inside on Zhang Huaiyi in one breath. The water was covered with coarse salt and poured on the wound, as if countless ant insects were lying on the wound and biting wildly.

Zhang Huaiyi gritted his teeth and inhaled, and the back of his head kept hitting the wall. He was soon taken to the ground by the jailer who rushed over, sucking and vomiting heavily at a thatch.

The prison head moved over again and said with a smile on his chubby face:

"Zhang Dutong, when has it been? Everyone is happy after saying that, you don't have to be tortured. Look, how long has it been? No one has come to save you..."

"hehe."

"......Don't laugh, or you will cry later. The general said that you have three days left. If you don't say it, there will be no chance later. Your father is Zhang Zhifang? Isn't he running around for you everywhere? I heard that people are exhausted and lying down on the bed. I don't know how long it will take. Today you talk about the details of Tongguan. Even if there is any one related to this matter, you can just go home without saying anything. You can still see your father."

Huh~~

Huhu~~

The thick air blew through the thatch, Zhang Huaiyi drooped his eyes, his eyes flipped upwards, and continued to laugh out loud.

"If my father dies because of me, he will never follow me... I will do my filial piety... You are entrusted by others, and I won't make things difficult for you... But you must know... I, Zhang Huaiyi, is in Chang'an... that is famous for being loyal, let me say...haha!"

Zhang Huaiyi gritted his teeth and held on to the ground with two stumbles, but his laughter did not break, "Haha... let me betray my brother... I'm not even the door!"

The prison head nodded, his smile became ferocious, and he slapped his knees and stood up from the ground. He probably knew that the other party would not say anything, so he nodded to the two subordinates next to him. The latter two took out a bone-cutting knife from the torture instrument, and one of them came up to pull Zhang Huaiyi to the mottled blood-stained chopping board next to him, and stretched his hand and pressed it on it.

"Since Zhang Dutong is so loyal, let's see when Dutong can last!"

When the prisoner turned his face toward his subordinate holding the knife, he turned his back, and the sound of footsteps suddenly sounded outside the aisle, and the sound of keys jingling between his colleagues' waists.

"Boss, the minister is here!"

Before the figure came from the aisle, a colleague's words came first. The next moment, I saw Tu Shifei walking in front of me, kicking the robe, posing with his hands and hanging a knife, stroking across the wooden railing, turning around and walking directly into prison.

This is the boss, the prisoner and the two prison guards who were about to wave the knife quickly put down their things, retreated aside and bowed down.

"What did you ask?" Ruying's eyes flashed across the corner of her eyes and fell on the fat prisoner. The latter shook his head quickly, but he didn't have the same spirit as before. It was rumored that this minister had risen to the top, and he was promoted from the chief inspector to the position of the minister of the Ministry of Justice. Moreover, his martial arts were also quite powerful. The iron whip in his hand was no worse than those fierce generals who led the troops to charge into the battle.

Tu Shifei turned his eyes and snorted coldly between his mouth and nose, "Get out."

"yes."

The prison head was as if he was granted a general amnesty and quickly waved to his subordinates quietly and walked out of the cell from the side. After a moment, the door creaked and closed.

The charcoal fire jumped onto the sparks, and the prison cell was quiet for a while. Tu Shifei walked to the shadows, put a chair over, helped the person up and sat on it, and found a chair himself to sit down.

One person had his head and hair hanging down, and his clothes were ragged; the other was his official robe with a majestic expression and a solemn expression.

The two of them looked at each other for a moment, but Tu Yiqi still spoke first.

"Geng Qing bewitched Li Jiji to kill the Longyou Jiedushi, and his troops entered Fengxiang."

The figure that was emitting a sagging from the other side moved, and his expression could not be seen in the shadow of his head. He could only chuckled a few times, and then Zhang Huaiyi followed.

"My brother... from the time he came to Chang'an, when he met that day, he knew that he was extraordinary, and the mud legs in the mountain village... how could he be so agile?"

"He has rebelled, and His Majesty is furious." Tu Shifei said in a low voice.

"It's all my business..."

Zhang Huaiyi raised his face, pulled the wound on his body and took a breath, looking straight at Tu Shifei opposite him, "Mr. Tu, is Your Majesty ready to kill me to sacrifice the flag?"

Tu Shi Fei shook his head.

"Your Majesty, you don't have the energy to pay attention to you now... In Tongguan, Cui Xiang was killed. Your Majesty, Li Shunjie knew it in his heart, but there was no evidence... Fortunately, you gritted your teeth and didn't say a word, otherwise the mother and son in the city would suffer."

Zhang Huaiyi stared at him, squeezed his lips and his blood-stained teeth, with a little gloomy.

"Why are you so kind-hearted to come over and tell me this... Are you scared? Is that my brother, killing you, killing your whole family--"

Opposite the figure sitting on the chair fell silent, and then he spoke in a low voice: "Why would Tu be afraid? Geng Qing bewitched others and rebels. What should be afraid of is him. If you do such a thing, Tu just doesn't want to see the loyal and righteous person die."

After the words fell, he got up from the chair and patted Zhang Huaiyi twice on the shoulder.

"I'll find a way to stay."

After saying that, someone opened the prison door behind him, and he turned around and walked out, crossed the waiting prison head on one shoulder, Tu Shifei whispered to him: "Don't use torture in the future. The general has no energy to ask about this matter at the moment... Also, find a better doctor to show him the wounds, and treat him with good wine and meat."

After a few more words of advice, he walked out of the Dali Temple prison and couldn't help but spit out the turbid air from his nose. He sniffed the air outside. Looking at the still gorgeous sun, he narrowed his eyes, and then cursed inwardly.

"Damn it...what's the fucking situation!"

He turned over the horse, shouted loudly, and rode his horse away.

The news of Longyou Sheng became a man did not spread in the city at this time, but officials of all sizes knew about it. Perhaps few people knew about Li Jiji, but the word "Geng Qing" surprised many people. The sword test stone that was originally sent to Longyou by the emperor, but in a blink of an eye, he brought troops back.

The officials in the city ran around to inquire, but it was difficult for a moment to accept such information.

.........

At this time, in the Fengxiang area west of Chang'an, there were flags on the top of the city, and the soldiers looked out of the city with alertness. In the vast world, a black line that had been stretched several miles was surging like a wave.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The dense feet stepped on the rhythm of the war drum and slowly advanced forward, causing countless smoke and dust to rise.

Behind several rows of military formations, carriages pulled war drums, and bare-armed men beat hard. Occasionally, the cavalry blew the horns or waved the flags, spreading the orders from the flags into the military formations layer by layer.

Li Jiji rode on a black war horse and looked at the battlements in the distance. At one moment, the drum sound stopped. He raised his hand, and the central army guards who were guarding around the big flag stopped slowly.

"Send an envoy into the city and ask Zhao Zhouyi to celebrate the city!"

Lingqi Deling ran out and ran away along the gap between the military formations. Under the big flag, Li Jiji withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look at a slowly pushing four-wheeler on the side, feeling a little worried.

"Sir, will Zhao Zhouyi surrender? If I fight to the death of the city, I am afraid that the army will be damaged and the morale of the army will be unstable."

"It shouldn't be difficult to invite him out for a meal... You should have said something nicer just now."

Geng Qing sat on the four-wheeler, looked at the city wall, and touched his hands. He always felt that something was missing. Well... it was perfect to get a feather fan.

Thinking of this, he smiled and looked at Li Jiji on the horse's back and said, "It doesn't matter if the guard general doesn't offer the city. There are few soldiers in the city. They have just entered Fengxiang for a while, so there must be not much food and fodder. Let's surround him and not fight. Let's hang him for a few days first."
Chapter completed!