As soon as Yang Shoubei entered, he heard curses inside, which were the complaints and cries of injustice among scholars.
Yang Shouwei turned a deaf ear and came to the cell door.
Other scholars stood up.
"Let us out, arrest people randomly without evidence, what's the law?"
"That is, just based on a portrait, they arrested us all? There are so many people, and we have to take the imperial examination the day after tomorrow. What can we do if it delays our imperial examination!"
Yang Shoubei snorted coldly: "The test questions were almost stolen, why are you still thinking about the government test? If you can't find anyone, none of you can escape!"
Those scholars were so angry that their faces were blue, and some of them were even more embarrassed that they had caused such a disaster.
The exam is so important that many people simply cannot afford to spend time on it.
If you miss this time, you will have to wait three years for the next time.
"Bring him out."
Yang Shoubei raised his hand and pointed at Fu Jiu, who was sitting inside with his head lowered and making no movement.
The guards took the order and went inside to bring Fu Jiu out.
"May I have your name?"
Fu Jiu looked at him and said softly: "Fu Jiu."
"Take him over there and interrogate him slowly!"
Fu Jiu was pushed. The guard disliked him for walking slowly and pushed him very hard. Fu Jiu staggered and almost fell down.
When we arrived at another cell, there were a dazzling array of torture instruments.
"past!"
The guard stretched out his hand again and pushed Fu Jiu down.
Fu Jiu got up from the ground, frowned slightly, and looked at the marks on his palms scratched by the stones on the ground, with a dull expression.
"Master Yang, are you planning to use torture?"
"If you do it obediently, I can give you a good time!"
"Recruit? Recruit for what?" Fu Jiu chuckled, "Are you so sure that you think it was me?"
He raised his eyes, his eyes were cold and deep, like a bottomless spring, which made the person who looked at it feel panicked.
"I see, you won't cry until you see the coffin, and you won't die until you see the Yellow River. I'll torture you!"
"Master Yang!"
Fu Jiu spoke in a deep voice, narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Is Mr. Yang's injury okay?"
"What do you mean?" Yang Shoubei asked coldly.
"Mr. Yang knows what I mean, so the doctor probably didn't realize that Young Master Yang was poisoned, right?"
"you!"
Yang Shoubei clenched his fists subconsciously, Fu Jiu said so definitely.
That assassin must be his!
But, why would he know if he didn't come in at this moment?
Yang Geng was injured only two hours ago. Could it be that during this period, the assassin came in?
Yang Xing was horrified, but there were sneers on his face: "What? Do you want to use this to delay your time?"
"Master Yang, why do you pretend not to know? If you don't believe it, you can go see a doctor again, or see if there are any red spots on the soles of Mr. Yang's feet tomorrow morning. The red spots will start from the soles of the feet, and slowly
It spreads upwards and throughout the body, and in three days, Mr. Yang will be dead."
Fu Jiu was very calm from beginning to end, and Yang Xing couldn't tell the truth from his face.
On the contrary, it was because of his calmness that he felt that what Fu Jiu said seemed to be true.
He wanted to kill Fu Jiu directly, but Yang Geng was his only son and he couldn't ignore it.
I didn't expect this Fu Jiu to be so capable!
"If something happens to Yang Geng, I will definitely not let you have an easy time!"
Yang Xing snorted coldly and said to the person next to him, "Lock him up and take good care of him!"