Dayong Nu sentenced to death

The titles of these people are all bought with real money, so what about Li Mi?

How did he get the exam questions from Mr. Zheng, a poor and settled person who sold his ancestral property and went to Beijing to rush for the exam?

The crux of the problem, going round and round, turned back to Li Mi.

"Go to the prison."

The two spoke in unison, leaving the other people who were still in a daze, and went straight to the prison. At this moment, the prison was full of people, and compared to Su Rao's cleanness last time, it seemed extraordinarily noisy.

Cries of grievances and crying were intertwined, and the jailers kept knocking on the railings to warn them to be quiet, so as to maintain order.

Seeing Yan Yun and Su Rao, they hurriedly greeted them and bowed.

"My lord, why did you come here in person?"

"Where's Li Mi?"

Yan Yun asked.

The jailer was stunned for a moment, then bowed and said, "I was just brought up for interrogation by Mr. Song."

He murmured to himself, according to the frequency of their round-the-clock interrogation, Li Mi might not live long.

That Mr. Song is indeed a well-known veteran torturer in the Ministry of Criminal Justice, and the methods of torturing people are emerging one after another, making them who are used to bloody people feel terrified.

Su Rao recalled the situation when she met Li Mi that day and Song Xunyin's narrow mindedness, so her voice was unavoidably tinged with anxiety: "Lead the way."

The jailer glanced at his own lord who did not object, and instantly realized the seriousness of the matter, and immediately raised his hand as a "please" gesture.

"This way."

The two followed the jailer to another torture room, and only when they got closer did they realize that the atmosphere was not right. Logically speaking, it should be screaming and wailing continuously at this time.

But the surroundings are too quiet, and the quietness makes people feel depressed.

Even the jailer plucked his ears suspiciously, feeling that he was in the wrong place.

Yan Yun's thin eyes darkened slightly, and he walked straight into the torture room without stopping.

In the dim light and shadow, several people looked at each other in dismay, and a jailer stood beside him with a terrified expression. He was holding a knife in his hand, and the blood on the tip of the knife was scarlet and glaring, dripping to the ground.

In front of him lay a man covered in blood, paralyzed like mud, motionless.

"Master Yan."

Several people were at a loss, when Song Xun suddenly caught a glimpse of the figure from the corner of his eye, which woke up the others.

Several people bowed to Yan Yun tremblingly, and before they had time to explain the situation before them, they saw a figure passing by Yan Yun, rushing towards the bloody man on the ground.

Su Rao turned the man over, stretched out her hand to touch his neck, and checked the reaction of the pupils, finally withdrew her hand helplessly, turned her head and said to Yan Yun: "I'm dead."

They come a step late.

Yan Yun's face was slightly cold, and he looked at Song Xun and the others with awe-inspiring eyes. With just one look, they lowered their heads in shame.

"explain."

Yan Yun spit out two words indifferently, and inspected them from top to bottom.

Several people broke out in cold sweat, but Wei Nuo Nuo dared not respond.

In the end, it was Song Xun who stood up bravely and said with a guilty conscience: "The lower officials are very measured, and they haven't hurt their lives. It's him..."

He raised his finger to the jailer who was shaking like a sieve, "It was he who accidentally killed Li Mi."

Hearing what he said, the jailer's legs softened in the face of the sudden and solemn atmosphere around him, and he fell to his knees on the ground in disappointment.

The knife in his hand also fell weakly with his movements, making a "clang".

He kowtowed non-stop, hitting his head on the ground and quickly turned red, "My lord, please forgive me, Li Mi suddenly reached out to grab the knife while the humble official was untying him. As a result, just as the knife was snatched over, who would have thought that he would hit the tip of the knife directly..."

"He wants to seek death himself, and his humble position is also wronged."

After suffering such a heavy punishment, even walking was a problem, and he didn't know where the strength came from, but he was able to entangle with him and committed suicide when he saw the opportunity.

Everyone knew the importance of Li Mi, and guarded him very carefully, for fear of problems.

As a result, all precautions were taken, and the person died.

Before he died, he put them together.

Unfavorable custody, manslaughter, this crime is too great, a small jailer can't bear it, he only hopes that Lord Yan will show mercy, and the punishment will be lighter.

Seeing Yan Yun's deep anger, Song Xun and the others gritted their teeth and did not dare to make a sound, for fear that the disaster would turn to the east and burn them.

"Even without that knife, Li Mi's situation wouldn't last long."

Su Rao clapped her hands and stood up. Li Mi's body was wounded with whips and clubs, fingers, and iron nails... all kinds of wounds were intertwined, and there was no good skin.

Song Xun struck too hard.

It's not how much she sympathizes with Li Mi, but seeing this tragedy, she can't help but think of what Lu Heng said in his ear.

After Mr. Su was imprisoned, Mr. Song contributed a lot of energy.

Because of the prison disaster that year, my father was also covered with scars, and his knees suffered from cold syndrome due to humidity, and often hurt so much that he couldn't even walk on cloudy and rainy days.

He also hurt his heart and lungs, coughing, palpitations... his body is like a bellows with holes, broken and old.

It's all about that old case.

When she saw Song Xun torture Li Mi, that bloody face would suddenly become a familiar one.

Every scream and cry reminded her of this blood debt.

She could feel the killing intent screaming in her bones, like vines that broke through the ground, and when the wind blew, they climbed up along the limbs and bones, tightening her inch by inch.

Song Xun should pay back these pains, and he should pay back a thousand times and a hundred times.

Yan Yun was keenly aware of the emotions and inner breath she was trying to restrain, and frowned subtly, not knowing what happened to her.

But obviously this is not a good place to ask.

He ignored the jailer, turned to Song Xun and asked, "Your Majesty Song tortured you all night long, what did you ask?"

Su Rao also looked at Song Xun at the same time.

Anyway, we need to solve the current matter first. Lu Heng is right, Song Xun is just a small person, and she has plenty of ways to kill him.

There is no rush for this moment.

When Song Xun heard Yan Yun's question, his already guilty eyes became even more erratic, "Li Mi kept insisting that no one would reveal the question, but..."

"But what?"

"When Li Mi lost his mind once, he kept muttering about butterflies in his mouth."

No matter how hard he pressed to ask what the little butterfly was, he didn't speak anymore.

In order to prevent nonsense, he even bit his tongue and bleed a mouthful.

He Song Xun has been in charge of punishment for so many years, and he has seen those mighty and brave men crying and begging for mercy in his hands, and he has seen tough-mouthed people tremble when they see Xingju.

But he never thought that a scholar who has no strength to restrain a chicken can kill two people in a row, which shows that his mind is strong, his bones are harder than his mind...

"Is this gone?"

Su Rao looked at him coldly, and Song Xun caught a glimpse of embarrassment in her eyes, so he could only force himself not to care, and then replied to Yan Yun: "Then Li Mi doesn't seem like a person who likes butterflies, the next official guessed, he said Could the butterfly be a human being?"