Jiang Wenfeng sighed: "I don't believe it either. The previous dynasty has been overthrown for more than 40 years, and the royal family has already adjusted it to zero... Maybe it was a mistake? Let them try it again."
After saying that, Jiang Wenfeng really took the confession and went out.
There was a vague sound of torture coming from next door. I don't know if I lost my strength, but the sound was very small, and I couldn't hear it clearly.
Praying to the king of East County is like sitting on pins and needles.
From the other side, Jiang Zhan's voice also came over, his intermittent shouting, which sounded very miserable.
His son!
He was such a smart kid when he was a child. In order to protect himself, he indulged in eating, drinking and having fun, and developed into a real dandy.
How could he ever endure hardship? How could he bear such a beating?
And that Wu Yi, how could he be a remnant of the previous dynasty? He had been with me for more than ten years, and he had only been named the county king at that time, and he was very cautious. Because his father, even the officials of the palace
No one dared to take the job, but Wu Yi volunteered...
Wait, why did Wu Yi take the initiative to apply? When he was in his prime, although he failed a few times, wasn't this kind of thing normal?
There are very few people who pass the exam in one fell swoop, and many people take the exam again and again. Wu Yi was only thirty years old at that time, right? He was still in his prime...
The more Prince Qidong thought about it, the more anxious he became.
He knew that the medicine of secret message was a thing made by the Imperial City Division. This thing is very rare and only very important prisoners can use it. After eating this, the spirit will become trance and the willpower will decrease, as if in a dream. What are you asking?
What to answer.
The confessions obtained after using this medicine cannot be false.
So Wu Yi is really a remnant of the previous dynasty?
So what is his intention in staying with him?
Do you want to encourage yourself to rebel so that you can take advantage of the opportunity for restoration?
The more King Qidong thought about it, the more he thought about it. The sweat on his forehead kept coming out, and his back was soon wet.
Next door, Jiang Wenfeng and Lei Hong were sitting opposite each other drinking tea.
Two feet away, Mr. Wu was tied to a torture bench, his buttocks and thighs were bloody and unconscious.
Lei Hong glanced over there and asked, "Sir, is this okay?"
"We'll talk about it after we try it." Jiang Wenfeng calmly took a sip of tea, "Ming San is dead, so we can only start from here. This Wu Yi is a courageless person. He was suspected of fraud and hurriedly prayed before the incident.
Prince Dong. The most brutal torture is most effective for a person like him. At the same time, I would like to scare Prince Qi Dong. After all, there is no conclusive evidence, so it is not easy to attack a prince like him."
Lei Hong said with a smile: "That one is also courageless. Prince Jiang was treating a disease next door, so he was frightened like nothing. Fortunately, sir, you invited a famous doctor to give him acupuncture to cure the disease."
Jiang Wenfeng smiled: "After all, we are the prince and the crown prince, so we can't do anything to them."
The officer in charge of torture over there poured a basin of water on him. Mr. Wu was agitated and slowly woke up.
Before he regained consciousness, Jiang Wenfeng had already raised his hand: "Continue."
"Yes!" the arrogant official replied loudly, picking up the board again.
Mr. Wu was so frightened that he lost his mind.
He now saw that this gentle and gentle Lord Jiang was no different from the vicious judge of Yama Palace.
He came in without asking any questions and directly ordered the execution. He shouted that he had merit, but someone threw over an old file with a fraud case from more than ten years ago written on it.
Mr. Wu had a guilty conscience and immediately knew that the other party knew about his involvement in the case. He just escaped quickly and entered the county prince's palace, so he let him go without a detailed investigation.
Mr. Wu burst into tears.
Don’t they all say that Jiang Wenfeng is the Qingtian Grand Master? Which Qingtian Grand Master is of this style? He is not even tried, but is directly sentenced to death.
How can this be an upright and good official? He is clearly a cruel official!
After the execution order was given, a boy brought food from outside.
The fresh side dishes are stir-fried to a crisp, the braised chicken is tender and the heat is just right, the braised pork exudes a rich aroma, and is paired with freshly steamed white rice and a small pot of wine...
Mr. Wu, who only had a light vegetarian meal at noon, felt his stomach growl.
No matter how painful my butt is, I can't control my appetite!
Over there, Jiang Wenfeng and Lei Hong had already had a drink, chatting and eating.
"The chef at Zuixianlou is very good at his craftsmanship! The meat is well cooked, fat but not greasy, fragrant and delicious."
“The chicken is also good, tender and fragrant.”
"Come, come, let's drink. This is the treasure of Zuixian Tower. It costs only a hundred taels of silver for such a small pot."
Mr. Wu couldn't stop drooling.
There are so many restaurants in Dongning, but what he likes the most is the craftsmanship of Zuixianlou. The chefs in the palace are not that good, and he has to go to the tooth ceremony every two days.
And that pot of wine, called Pear Blossom Tears, has a mellow and lingering aroma, but it's a pity that it's ridiculously expensive. He couldn't afford to drink it on weekdays, so he bought a pot, and only took a small sip to satisfy his craving when he got addicted...
Mr. Wu was reminiscing when suddenly there was a "pop" sound and another slap on his already bloody buttocks woke him up from his fantasy.
"Ah!" With a scream, Mr. Wu's nose and saliva spurted out together.
The smell of wine and food and the severe pain in his body made him even more miserable.
"My lord, my lord!" Mr. Wu shouted loudly, "I've done it, I've done it!"
Over there, Jiang Wenfeng continued to eat without paying any attention to him.
"Sir! There is nothing that Wansheng doesn't know about in the County Prince's Mansion. Sir! Wansheng is willing to confess!"
"Sir, please spare my life!"
Jiang Wenfeng ate slowly, carefully eating even the rice grains stuck to the edge of the bowl. He slowly drank a bowl of soup before putting down his bowl and chopsticks.
"You have to concentrate when you are eating," he said to Lei Hong, who looked at Mr. Wu frequently. "It is difficult to overcome distractions and hurt the stomach."
"Your Majesty, you have taught me a lesson." Lei Hong looked very enlightened.
Mr. Wu over there was shouting hoarse. When he saw Jiang Wenfeng finally put down his bowl and chopsticks and looked over, he felt as if he had seen a savior.
"Sir! Wansheng is willing to confess and tell everything he knows! Please give Wansheng a chance to make meritorious service!"
Jiang Wenfeng said calmly: "You deserve meritorious service for your crime? You think too beautifully. The Ming family knows as much as you do, and I don't need your confession alone."
Mr. Wu hurriedly said: "The granary of Baoling Temple was handled by Wansheng. The Ming family does not know this! Sir, please give me a chance!"
Hearing this sentence, Jiang Wenfeng and Lei Hong exchanged glances, and said with a smile: "That's okay. I'm in a good mood, let me hear what you have to say."
"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!" Mr. Wu burst into tears of gratitude.
Prince Qidong, who was next door, couldn't hear anything else clearly, but he could clearly hear his particularly loud "I'm going to do it".
Then the neighboring room became quiet, but he became even more panicked. The confession he had just glimpsed kept going back and forth in front of his eyes.
Remnants of the previous dynasty!
He was deceived into a trap!
With Wu Yi's move like this, what other options are left for him? I think of his cousin Prince Liuyang. I don't know where the bones are buried now! The whole family is dead. Do you have to end up like this?