Although a layer of skin was not really peeled off, the pain was no less than that. The body of the person on the wooden bed shook violently, and the hands on the wooden bed were also clenched fiercely.
But he still faced inward and didn't groan at all.
"Zhu Zan, why are you doing this?" Lu Yunqi said.
As the speaker walked from the darkness to the light of the torch, he was followed by a stooped old man holding a medicine bowl in his hand.
The medicinal smell masked by the rancid odor comes from here.
When he said these words, the person on the wooden bed turned his head.
"Lu Xiaozao, you are a despicable person, do you deserve to call me by my first name?" Zhu Zan said, "It seems that you have a bad memory since I haven't beaten you in the past few years."
The guards on both sides looked angry and wanted to step forward, but Lu Yunqi raised his hand to stop him. Under the light of the jumping torch, his face flickered, still expressionless.
"Master, actually you don't need to kill Huang Ziqing." He said, "Even if he wants to impeach you father and son, the emperor may not necessarily listen to him."
Zhu Zan looked up at him and smiled.
"Is this how you try cases to extract confessions and frame them?" He said, "With your level of prostitution, if you hadn't betrayed your conscience, it would have been your turn to show off your power as a guard."
These words made the two Jinyi guards even more angry, but Lu Yunqi didn't give any sign, and his eyes darkened, as if he was thinking of something because of Zhu Zan's words.
There is nothing special about this.
Many people who went to prison cursed like this or made sarcastic remarks.
But if Lu Yunqi had cared about someone scolding him a few times, he wouldn't be alive today.
Could it be because it was Zhu Zan who cursed?
Firstly, it was because of his status as the eldest son of Duke Chengguo, and secondly, it was said that Lu Yunqi was assigned to lead the horse for the eldest son of Duke Chengguo who came to the capital.
Maybe you had some grudges? Or maybe you remembered the humbleness of being a slave?
The experiences a person has when he is young can always affect his emotions for a lifetime, and the Jin Yiwei, who are the best at torture and extorting confessions, know this best.
They are also very good at using this against those who fall into their hands.
Lu Yunqi wouldn't be able to have this weakness penetrated so easily, would he?
In surprise, Lu Yunqi's eyes returned to normal.
"In that case, you should do your best and don't let the prince look down upon you." He said numbly, then turned around and disappeared into the darkness.
The two Jinyi guards suddenly became energetic. For them, torturing prisoners has become a hobby, just like those gamblers who get refreshed when they hear the sound of the dice.
As for who is being tortured, they don't care at all, as long as they are thrown into this prison, as long as Lu Yun's order is given, the same goes for the prince and princess.
Seeing the two people reaching out to lift Zhu Zan up on the wooden bed, the rickety old man who had followed Lu Yunqi in as silently as a shadow took a step forward.
"Don't be anxious yet, don't be anxious yet." His voice was hoarse and dry, "The prince hasn't taken any medicine yet."
"Old ghost, what kind of medicine do you want to use again?" the two guards said with displeasure at having their interest interrupted.
The old man who was called Lao Gui coughed and smiled, holding up the medicine bowl in his hand, he stepped forward and looked at Zhu Zan on the door panel. The torch illuminated the wound where he was struck by the stick.
Excitement and joy also appeared on the old ghost's face, as if he saw the body of an oiran lying in front of him in a brothel.
"The eunuchs in this palace are becoming more and more powerful in their execution methods," he said. "Look at how beautiful the wounds are."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pressed it, rubbing it twice in the bloody flesh, just like a child playing with mud.
Zhu Zan's body trembled, but he still did not cry out in pain.
"Fuck." He said, frowning at the old ghost, "I should really send you to Zhenbei so that you can have enough fun."
The old ghost chuckled and picked up his hand, which was already covered in blood.
"Your Majesty, please don't scold me," he said, "I want to treat your injuries. Don't get me wrong. I'm not a bad person like them."
He coughed and laughed again, showing the gaping teeth in his mouth.
"I'm a doctor."
"I specialize in treating people who are being tortured, so that you can avoid being tortured to death."
He said and pointed to the two Jinyi guards beside him.
"They have a hundred ways to make people die, and I have a hundred ways to prevent people from dying."
The more he talked, the more excited he became.
"I heard that Miss Jun can end the dead and bring the dead back to life. Does this count as the same for me?"
Before Zhu Zan could say anything else, the two Jin Yiwei beside him shouted with a solemn expression.
"Old ghost, do your thing and stop talking." They shouted, "Miss Jun is the one you can mention."
The old ghost obviously noticed that he had lost his composure, and a bit of uneasiness and panic appeared on his originally happy face.
"I didn't mean it." He muttered, "I don't mean to be disrespectful. I respect Miss Jun very much."
As he spoke, he reached out and took a handful from the medicine bowl, and applied the black plaster to Zhu Zan's wounds as if he were painting a wall.
This movement and the medicine made Zhu Zan's body tremble, and his hands tightly grasped both sides of the bed board. He gritted his teeth and groaned but still couldn't escape.
"After using my medicine, they can use criminal methods on you. They can use it casually. They are not afraid that you will die if you can't bear it."
The old ghost's voice muttered in the cramped cell, and the torch cast his rickety figure on the wall, like a dead branch of an old tree swaying in the wind.
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Miss Jun sat up from the bed. The sky outside was dim and bright. It was obvious that it was not the time she was accustomed to waking up yet.
Probably because she was dreaming.
In order to ensure herself sleep, she often uses some methods before going to bed.
These methods allowed her to sleep well without dreaming.
Dreaming is the most disturbing thing to people's minds.
But this time she still had a dream.
The dream was short and simple, neither scary nor sentimental.
She dreamed of Duke Cheng Guo, who was still sitting in her father's study, reaching out to her.
There is a candied fruit in the open hand.
"Do you like to eat?" He smiled gently, his face as bright as the sun, "Take it and eat it."
She didn't take the candied fruit, so she woke up.
Looking at the deep green scenery of late spring outside the window, Miss Jun exhaled and got up from bed.
"You want to go out? Where to go? No one has sought medical treatment recently."
After breakfast, Fang Jinxiu frowned and said after hearing Miss Jun's words.
It's so chaotic at this time, it's better not to go out.
"I'm not looking for medical treatment, I'm looking for Zhang Baotang." Miss Jun said, "I want to know how they plan to save Zhu Zan." (To be continued)