In the sentence, the emperor also commented with a few words: Such viciousness, if the sentence is not harsh, it will actually punish the good and promote the evil. If it is not spared, then the house will be opened to kill the evil wind. It is really unbearable. His heart is evil and he will die. It’s no longer enough, so I’m committing the crime of skinning to serve as a warning to others!
Skinning is usually done against criminals who have committed the most heinous crimes, but nowadays it is mostly done against criminals who are rebellious.
Unexpectedly, this torture was sentenced to Mrs. Liu, a woman who lived in the backyard.
These adults returned home that night, and all of them stayed in the main room. Especially the most lecherous Qing of Dali Temple, who also gave up his eight-room concubine to live in his wife's room, and decided to stay every day. You must stay at least ten days a month.
Everyone was frightened, and it really served as a warning.
Mrs. Liu, who was in the prison, didn't know it yet. She grabbed the bars of the prison with both hands and stared at the passage in the prison, hoping to see the person who came to rescue her from prison.
She was talking about Shen Yunluo, but Shen Yunluo had not appeared again since she left.
And the old lady didn't send anyone to see her.
Not to mention Shen Can.
It was night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The moon's shadow shone in from the small window above the cell, and the dust danced wildly, reflecting Mrs. Liu's already pale and gloomy face even more sinisterly.
Her face was gloomy and lifeless, and her eyes were as full of unwilling resentment as poisonous snakes.
At this time, the sound of light footsteps suddenly came from the quiet night.
Mrs. Liu was like a dead tree springing back to life, and she jumped to the door of the cell nimbly. She grabbed the doorpost with both hands, looked at the slender figure of the visitor excitedly, and couldn't help but swallow hard.
The man was wearing a thin silk cloak and a hood on his head, so his face could not be seen clearly.
When the graceful figure got closer, Mrs. Liu burst into tears and shouted: "Luo'er, Luo'er, have you come to see my mother? Are you going to rescue your mother?"
That kind of ecstasy, that kind of loneliness and helplessness, at this time, is also vivid.
She eagerly grabbed the doorpost, the joints of her hands turning white, showing the great strength she exerted.
When the figure came closer, a delicate and unparalleled face was exposed in the dim light. She slowly took off her hood, her movements were graceful, with an indescribable nobility and grace.
Looking at the person coming, Mrs. Liu seemed to have seen a ghost, her eyes were wide open and her mouth could fit her own fist.
Shen Mingzhu said quietly: "Liu Huijun, are you okay?"
Huijun is Mrs. Liu's maiden name. No one has called her that for many years.
She subconsciously screamed, "Come here, help me, someone wants to silence me!"
Shen Mingzhu snorted, with cold sarcasm in his eyes, "What's the point of silence for you? I'm just here to give you something."
As he spoke, he threw a piece of paper in his hand.
Mrs. Liu didn't look, she just stared at Shen Mingzhu, trembling all over, "You, you, what are you doing here?"
Shen Mingzhu raised her eyebrows, and her voice was calm and without any waves, "I'm here to give you a ride, and I want you to do me a favor."
Mrs. Liu subconsciously asked: "What are you busy with?"
"Help tell my mother that my brother and I are very good. I will send the bitches who killed her to her one by one. I hope she will be happy."
Shen Mingzhu's voice was very soft, her voice was very gentle, and it was even calmer at this time.
