A scream like a wolf howled from Zhu Gaoxu's throat, swirling in the living room of Prince Han's Mansion.
Half of the flesh and skin on Zhu Gaoxu's wrist was cut off. When the blade of the knife pressed against the bone, Xiao Chen stopped.
"It was a mistake and I didn't cut the joint. The bone is too hard and this knife can't cut it." Xiao Chen said seriously with a hint of apology on his face.
Zhu Gaoxu clenched his upper and lower teeth tightly together, roaring like wild animals in his throat, and tried hard to endure the pain caused by his wrist being cut open.
"Hold on, it's not easy to cut here, let's move to another place." As he said that, Xiao Chen swung the steel knife in his hand from side to side, "effortfully" took it out from Zhu Gaoxu's flesh, and moved it a little to the side.
Cut it again.
"Ah...ouch..." Zhu Gaoxu started roaring like a beast again.
Halfway through the cut, the steel knife in Xiao Chen's hand was "forced" to stop again.
"I'm not good at my craftsmanship today. I can't find the position of your joints." While muttering, Xiao Chen swung the steel knife left and right again, preparing to find a new position and start cutting again.
Zhu Gaoxu's cold sweat had wet his entire back.
Holding back the severe pain, he used all his strength to yell at Xiao Chen: "You are still not a human being. If I want to cut you, just cut it off. If you change places like this, isn't it your wrist that is being cut emotionally?"
"Cut it down? How cruel would that be? I'm afraid it will be too painful for you if your good bones are chopped into pieces. I promised not to torture you, but I will try to reduce your pain as much as possible." As he said that, Xiao Chen moved the steel knife again.
Half a minute, ready to cut.
"Cut it, please, chop it off quickly." Zhu Gaoxu finally couldn't help it anymore and completely surrendered.
"That's what you said, don't blame me if it hurts." Looking at Zhu Gaoxu's painful expression, he simply put down the steel knife in his hand.
He walked to the corpse of counselor Mo Li, tore off large pieces of clothing from his body, balled them together with his hands, and stuffed them into Zhu Gaoxu's mouth.
"Stop shouting, it will affect my normal operation." After saying that, he picked up the steel knife again and cut off Zhu Gaoxu's wrist.
The knife seemed to be very powerful, cutting through the skin and flesh, and still stopped when it reached the bones.
"This knife doesn't work." Xiao Chen shook his head in disappointment and slapped the back of the knife hard with his palm.
"Bang, bang, bang." One after another, the bones of Zhu Gaoxu's wrist were smashed.
Zhu Gaoxu's face turned pale due to repeated pain, and he let out bursts of "um, um" sounds in his throat. He leaned on the table and fainted.
However, the wrist was still not cut off.
The smashed bones and slag make it difficult for the steel knife to cut properly.
With no other choice, Xiao Chen could only pull the steel knife back and forth, like using a saw, to completely cut off the remaining flesh.
Looking at the unconscious Zhu Gaoxu, Xiao Chen placed the sawed-off Zhu Gaoxu's right hand on the table.
"This right hand is no longer yours. I don't want you to take it back again." Xiao Chen chuckled, raised the steel knife in his hand, and chopped the bloody right hand into pieces.
The guards outside the door had already turned to stone one by one like fools.
Is this still a human being? This is a butcher!
Xiao Chen clapped his hands and glanced with satisfaction at the pile of bones, scraps and minced meat on the table, then touched the banknotes in his arms and walked towards the door.
The guards' minds went blank. They stared at Xiao Chen who was approaching. Except for their eyeballs, their entire bodies were so stiff that they could not move.
Xiao Chen smiled and slowly separated the crowd: "Come on, brother, I have to leave, please give way, give way."
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In the capital city, people and traffic were still busy on the streets. A team of more than ten people from the capital's forbidden army patrolled the streets.
In the tavern on the side of the street, there were crowds of people, drinking and drinking. A few women, holding their children in their hands, carefully selected their favorite colors in the fabric shop next to them, and bargained with the shopkeeper.
The prosperous scene all reflects the strength of the Ming Dynasty.
Xiao Chen returned to the capital just before dark yesterday. After taking a hot bath, he lay down and had a good sleep.
This trip to Le'an lasted four or five days, and I hardly had a good rest.
After returning to his house in the Thirteenth Battle, Xiao Chen completely relaxed.
If the news that Zhu Gaoxu had one of his wrists chopped off by him was reported back to the capital, it would definitely cause an uproar. However, it eliminated a potential danger for Xiao Yu, and suppressed Zhu Gaochi's rival for the throne. Others,
None of it matters.
From the time Xiao Yu was in danger until now, he has not gone to see him. Today, he will go to Mr. Wang's mansion and take a walk around.
Thinking of this, Xiao Chen picked up the wine bottle on the table, took a few sips, and walked towards the Ministry of Rites.
Wang Anliang has just arrived in the capital and is temporarily staying at the Ministry of Rites.
Considering that Wang Changlian had a large family, Emperor Chengzu of the Ming Dynasty arranged a courtyard for him in an alley not far from the Ministry of Rites.
The courtyard is not very big, but in a prosperous place like the capital, it is not too small.
There are all kinds of pavilions and pavilions inside, including living rooms, kitchens, stables, etc.
After Xiao Yu was in danger, Xiao Chen even arranged for more than a dozen Dongchang captains to go over and take turns to stand guard.
There are two big red lanterns hanging at the gate. Two servants of the Wang family, holding wooden sticks, stand on both sides of the gate.
Seeing Xiao Chen approaching slowly, the servants had already gone to greet him.
With a smile on his face, he chuckled: "Brother Xiao, you are here."
"Well, is Mr. Wang in the Ministry of Rites, or in the house?" Xiao Chen nodded and asked.
"At the house. Your Excellency came back from the morning and just had dinner." The servant hurriedly bowed and said.
"Well, I'll go in and sit down."
"Brother Xiao, please come this way." The servant hunched over and hurriedly led the way.
Just after dinner, Wang Changlian was sitting on a chair in the living room, holding a tea bowl in his hand, which contained the West Lake Longjing tea that Xiao Chen had given him not long ago.
On the surrounding walls, there are several pieces of calligraphy that were originally hung in the Qinghe store, as well as one or two pieces of Wang Changlian's recent calligraphy. It still looks very elegant.
"Master, Brother Xiao is here." The servant shouted from a distance.
"Oh." Wang Changlian put down his tea bowl and stood up hurriedly when he saw Xiao Chen following the servant.
"Master Wang, long time no see." Xiao Chen crossed the threshold with a smile on his hands and walked into the living room.
"Brother Xiao, come and take a seat." Wang Changlian, a man with gray hair, waved happily and pointed to the seat opposite him.
Xiao Chen was not polite at all, walked to the opposite side of Wang Changlian and sat down.
"Master Wang, what's the court's reaction recently?" Xiao Chen asked with a smile.
Wang Changlian naturally understood what he was asking.
At that moment, his face became serious: "The reaction was quite big. Especially this morning, someone reported this matter to the emperor."