After all the liquid in the gourd was filled, An Qiuwan knelt on the ground, vomiting profusely, and the first-grade brocade carpet was in a mess.
It wasn't urine, but it smelled worse and more disgusting than urine. It was so black that he didn't know what it was. He even vomited out the gall.
"Taifu An," Xia Zhaoyi said, "does this feel good?"
An Qiuwan raised her head and stared at her with bloodshot eyes: "You won't be any better. Everyone is looking for you. Once you are caught, you will be cut into pieces!"
"You're looking for death!" Zhi Changle shouted and was about to beat him, but Pang Yi held him back.
Pang Yi looked at Xia Zhaoyi: "Take it away?"
Xia Zhaoyi nodded: "Yeah."
A sack hood covered An Qiuwan.
Xia Zhaoyi leaned down, looked at the decadent and embarrassed old man, and said softly: "Taifu An, except for my own decision to die, no one can kill me. Do you believe it or not? You should be glad that I am still alive.
You are a kind person, otherwise the entire An family and the entire An family will be buried with your crimes."
An Qiuwan didn't speak anymore. The look inside the sack was filled with anger and ferociousness, and his teeth were clenched together tightly.
Pang Yi and Zhi Changle left with An Qiuwan, while Xia Zhaoyi stayed.
There was an unpleasant smell in the air. Xia Zhaoyi flipped through the books and materials, tapping around, and she found four or five hidden compartments.
However, there weren't many things that were useful to her, but there were some old records with yellowed pages, and there were even several major injustice cases from more than thirty years ago.
For more than thirty years, the bones that have been discarded indiscriminately are not known to have been completely destroyed.
After leaving the room, Xia Zhaoyi turned around and closed the door.
A clear male voice said: "Ah Li."
Xia Zhaoyi paused and turned around.
Shen Lie was dressed in black night clothes and walked from the sparse shadow of the slanting plum blossoms. The moonlight threw his shadow on the ground and stretched it extremely long.
"Shen Lie," Xia Zhaoyi looked at him, "Why are you here?"
A few plum blossom petals fell on his shoulders, and the fragrance hit his nostrils. There was a row of shallow depressions on his clothes behind his left shoulder, as if he had been leaning under the plum tree for a long time.
"I guess Taifu An will seek death these days, so I came to take a look." Shen Lie said.
Xia Zhaoyi raised his eyebrows, remained silent, and said, "I have asked my friend to take An Qiuwan away."
"I saw it when I came here."
"You didn't stop me?"
"Why stop?"
"I thought..." Xia Zhaoyi paused and didn't say any more.
"Do you have anything else to do tonight?" Shen Lie said.
"There is another person to tie up," Xia Zhaoyi said truthfully, "I am not a good person."
Perhaps it was because she had regarded Shen Lie as a friend and was caught in the scene of "doing evil" by him. When she said these words, she unconsciously felt a little angry.
"Okay," Shen Lie nodded, took out a dagger and handed it over, saying, "This dagger is for you. Please be careful not to be discovered. If you are short of people, you can come to me."
The dagger is not long, but is about the size of her forearm. It is made of white gold, patterned with dragon patterns, and decorated with twenty-four stars of broken jade. It shines like silver.
Xia Zhaoyi didn't answer and looked up at him.
"It cuts iron like mud, is portable and useful for you." Shen Lie said.
"Gift it to me?"
"yes."
"Why give it to me?"
"I'm rich."
"..."
Xia Zhaoyi laughed, and finally reached out to take it. It was not very light, and it was still a bit heavy, but the weight was very comfortable, and it had a great feel and texture when holding it.
"As a courtesy, I should also give you something," Xia Zhaoyi said with a smile, "I owe you first."
"Okay, be careful."
"Well," Xia Zhaoyi raised his hands and cupped his fists, "Goodbye."
"Farewell."
……………………
The cellar door was opened and An Qiuwan was pushed in.
The candlelight in the cellar was bright. The old man was sitting at the table, eating a late-night snack. His mouth was stuffed and he looked up.
As soon as the sack was opened, An Qiuwan narrowed her eyes, then widened them.
Lu Qianhai was disheveled and had a rice ball in his hand. He was eating awkwardly. He stopped what he was doing and looked over blankly.
Jiang Pingdai leaned against the earthen wall with his eyes closed, vaguely aware that something was wrong, and opened his eyes.
"Lu Qianhai," An Qiuwan said sadly, "how did you become..."
"Taifu?" Lu Qianhai said in disbelief.
They, they even captured the Taifu!
And looking at him, he looked embarrassed and embarrassed.
Zhi Changle took out a piece of paper from his arms and put it on the table, and said to An Qiuwan: "This is a letter of guilt. Do you want to sign it or not?"
An Qiuwan looked at him coldly.
"Old thief, are you still glaring at me?" Zhi Changle scolded and was about to take off his shoes when Pang Yi pulled him back.
"I get angry when I think of you scolding Ah Li for breaking her body into pieces. Let me tell you," Zhi Changle pointed at him, "If Pang Yi hadn't held me back, I would have beaten you and me to death with my shoe."
An Qiuwan withdrew her gaze and lowered her head to look at Lu Qianhai.
Lu Qianhai, who was devouring his food before he came, had shame on his face, and then sadness. He put down the rice ball in his hand and said softly: "Taifu."
"You've been locked up here?"
"I," Lu Qianhai choked and suddenly cried, "Master, my life is worse than death!"
At this time, Pang Yi stepped forward and tied An Qiuwan with his hands and feet with the rope in his hand. Then he pushed him to the ground and supported him with a thin piece of wood to prevent him from hitting his head against the wall.
An Qiuwan didn't resist anymore and let him manipulate her.
Lu Qianhai cried more and more sadly on the side, wiping his face with his dirty sleeves.
Before leaving, Pang Yi spread the confession book on the ground. An Qiuwan turned to look at it, her eyes ashen as death.
Lu Qianhai and Jiang Pingdai were also tied up, and Zhi Changle asked the old man to go with him. The candle in the cellar was blown down to only one, and the candlelight was like a bean, illuminating the three people in the cellar who looked sallow.
An Qiuwan's mouth was stuffed with a cloth ball, and she still had a nauseating feeling in her stomach, which made her feel very uncomfortable and tormented.
He lay down on the ground, bowed his body and looked at the confession of guilt over there.
Everyone knows that Duke Dingguo has only one daughter, and this only daughter is stunningly beautiful and unparalleled in the world. Now, there is another one.
Considering the chaos this girl has caused in Kyoto these days, it would not be surprising if she is really the daughter of Duke Ding.
Duke Dingguo...
An Qiuwan closed her eyes, and the image of Xia Wenliang in prison appeared in her mind.
He was covered in bruises and bloodstains, and his left hand was beaten to a point of disability. After being forcibly fed with feces and water, he not only vomited gall, but also vomited a large amount of blood.
He huddled on the ground and begged for mercy, but when he failed to beg for mercy, he became angry and cursed.
From the day he was arrested and imprisoned, Xia Wenliang has been scolding him.
If he could have calmed down his words or confessed earlier, why would he have been provoked and tortured so much?
Xia Wenliang also cursed him at that time, saying that he would die miserably and suffer all kinds of humiliation.
An Qiuwan opened her eyes and looked at the confession book over there. Under the dim candlelight, it was difficult to see clearly the words on the confession book.
The same choice is before him, to sign or not to sign?
Without hesitation, I will not sign.
Even if he knew he had no choice, he would not sign it.
I'm not even afraid of death.
An Qiuwan said quietly in her heart.
However, he is really scared now, more scared than he has ever been before.
