Zhang Wu arranged the wine and delicacies as usual.
After this period of contact, he found that the third prince had an upright character, had little authority, and did not have much political wisdom.
If you are a general, you should be a good hand at leading troops in battle.
But if he really becomes the emperor, he is afraid that he will be tricked by those cunning and cunning ministers.
Even though he is a little jailer, he can have a heart-to-heart talk and can't hide anything in his heart.
Facing a traitor like Liu Qing, he will definitely be eaten to pieces.
If he were Emperor Longqing and thought about the country and the country, he probably would not pass the throne to his third son.
However, Xiao Jingao also has merits.
He failed in the fight for the throne and was imprisoned in the sky prison. He was not angry and cursed the emperor and his brother. He was not unbalanced and had a bad temper. He was angry at everyone around him at the slightest displeasure.
This kind of mentality and cultivation are very consistent with his status as a big shot.
Zhang Wu felt that the third child actually did not have such great ambitions for the throne, otherwise he would not have stayed in prison calmly.
On the day when Sun Qianhu and others escorted Lao San to Tianlao, the two sides did not fight.
After reading the edict, Xiao Jingao came to Tianlao himself.
With his strength, if he wants to leave, who in the whole court can stop him?
However, he still obeyed the emperor's order and did not disobey it.
Perhaps from the beginning, he expected that he would end up like this.
Seeing Zhang Wu place the dishes and chopsticks, Xiao Jingyo frowned and asked:
"Who is it that has been screaming these days and nights? It's heartbreaking. You jailers are too cruel."
"Back to Your Highness, if someone uses deceitful techniques to deceive you into losing everything, living on the street, even selling your ancestral home, and causing a breakup between your parents and relatives, will you work hard and practice the art of cutting into pieces with a thousand swords to take revenge?"
Xiao Jing'ao showed a look of surprise, then his face became solemn and he said coldly:
"I don't care whether you take revenge or not. Tell him to shut up and disturb this prince's rest. Be careful not to let him die a good death."
"Your Highness, please calm down. I will go and shut up Mr. Huang."
Zhang Wu bowed, turned and left.
Official Prison No. 50.
The tall, cold iron torture rack in the execution room was temporarily borrowed.
There are regulations in the prison that prisoners are not allowed to be tortured in the execution room except for official matters.
Cheng Gou, this is a strictly private matter and can only be resolved privately in the cell.
Mr. Huang's limbs were spread wide and he was tied to the torture rack.
There is no trace of flesh on the arms and legs, and the white skeleton is exposed, very smooth, without even a knife mark.
The wound was also bandaged well and medicated.
Without the support of his legs, Mr. Huang could not stand up. A stool was stuffed under his buttocks to support him.
Cheng Gou was carrying white rice and meat dishes, carefully feeding Mr. Huang one bite at a time, even more attentively than taking care of his own father.
Don't encourage others to do good unless they have suffered.
Zhang Wu glanced at the prison door and said with an apology:
"Master Huang, I'm sorry, you can't call me anymore from today on."
"You son of a bitch!"
Mr. Huang's eyes are about to burst, and he hates the sky and is crazy.
Only now did he understand what Zhang Wu meant when he said good wine and good food...
Cheng Gou looked grim and slapped Mr. Huang in the face, causing several of Mr. Huang's teeth to fly out from his mouth.
Three heavy iron pliers, left, middle and right, clamped hard on Lao Huang's tongue.
Triple tongue pulling hell!
In an instant, all that was left in Mr. Huang's mouth was whimpering.
Zhang Wu never cared about the dead, he just said "tsk tsk" twice:
"I wish you a happy stay in prison, sir, and hope that you will give birth to a better next generation."
Mr. Huang's whimpering stopped suddenly, with a look of horror on his face.
Wouldn’t his next generation be the only son in the family?
Many officers and prisoners in the prison were spending a lot of money to keep their children safe. Before, Lao Huang was still mocking them for being spineless, but now Zhang Wu's words broke his guard.
He is also an official in the line of Chief Minister Xie Ruilin. He has been reported for corruption by his subordinates before, but he was suppressed.
This time when I was imprisoned, I originally planned to hand over hundreds of thousands of taels of silver from my family to buy a way out.
Who would have imagined that he would be served by Cheng Gou and tortured just after he was imprisoned, and he would not have time to move around.
Zhao Prison and Tian Lao are connected, and the captains of the Zhenfu Division are more familiar with the jailers of Tian Lao, and their relationship is much closer than that of other officials.
Zhang Wu himself is the commander-in-chief of the Zhenfu Division. Just say hello. It is a politically correct moment to arrest the chief minister and his subordinates. It will be easy to capture the troublemaker and evildoer in your family.
"Uuuuuu——"
Mr. Huang struggled violently.
Zhang Wu flicked the dust off his sleeves, turned around and left with his hands behind his back.
As for Lao Huang's son, he naturally didn't bother to talk to him, he just wanted to scare him.
To put it bluntly, there is no enmity between the two parties, neither far nor close. The main culprit of your grudge, Lao Huang, is Cheng Gou. Do you have anything to do with me?
If you scold me, you are wrong.
I didn't do anything serious, I just made you feel scared. I'm kind and merciful enough.
Returning to Prison No. 1, Xiao Jingao had already finished his meal.
Zhang Wu entered the prison and quietly put away the dishes and chopsticks.
A cook was sent from the palace the day before yesterday to serve the third prince's food and drink, which greatly relieved the pressure on the kitchen.
Xiao Jingao also had a great appetite and praised the food profusely.
After eating at noon every day, he would walk around in the spacious cell for a while, his body as if shocked, and his afterimages one after another.
"I don't know who will win if we fight."
Xiao Jingao looked at the back of someone sorting out food boxes and was eager to give it a try.
Zhang Wu turned his head and replied respectfully:
"Your Highness has incredible abilities, how can I be your opponent?"
"You practice hard qigong, right?"
Xiao Jingao asked with burning eyes:
"To reach the super-first level, should you practice the magic of the Demon-Subduing Golden Body, the Indestructible Golden Body, or the Indestructible Vajra?"
Without waiting for Zhang Wu's answer, Xiao Jing'ao said to himself:
"Of these three peerless hard qigong, the one with the most authentic training method, the most pure power, and the strongest and longest breath is undoubtedly the indestructible magical power of the Vajra."
"Your Highness has a keen eye, which I admire."
Zhang Wu flattered him.
Xiao Jingao shook his head and sighed:
"It's a pity that you will never be able to step into the realm of a great master just by relying on this magical power of indestructibility."
Zhang Armed Forces looked stunned. He kept silent to Dayu Bu, bowed his head and bowed sincerely:
"Please give me your advice, Your Highness."
Xiao Jingao was very satisfied with his attitude.
"If you want to become a martial arts master, you can't just train your physical body. If you train to be indestructible, you will still be a mortal body. Only by cultivating your spirit and reaching the realm of harmony between man and nature can you go beyond the scope of martial arts."
"Your Highness, do you have a chance to become a Grand Master?"
"It's natural."
Xiao Jingao said with his heart in mind:
"In five years at most, I will have a place in the realm of Grand Master."
"I wonder what kind of skills you have practiced, Your Highness? How could you have such potential?"
Zhang Wu's eyes showed enthusiasm.
Xiao Jingao glanced at him sideways, raised the corner of his mouth and said:
"Inherited from the royal family, the secret to cultivating demons."
"As soon as you hear it, you will be invincible."
Zhang Wu marveled, his face full of admiration, but his heart was in ups and downs and he couldn't calm down.
Just by hearing the name, you can tell that this kind of power is mixed in the Qi Lian Dan.
After finding out the other party's background in just a few words, Zhang Wu felt helpless.
This Xiao Jingao is the simplest "big man" he has ever seen.
The word "scheming" has nothing to do with him.
Thirty-year-old people, with extraordinary strength, still have a child-like personality.
If he were not born into the royal family, no one would dare to touch him except the emperor. He would not be qualified to be an official, even to be a lowly jailer in Tianlao.
However, the more this happened, the more cautious Zhang Wu became.