Dayong Nu sentenced to death

Chapter 718 Fu's Consequences, Goodwill
Hearing this sound, Fu Haolin and the others struggled to varying degrees, looking past the man with difficulty and looking behind him.

Three meters away from the red-hot charcoal basin, a figure was half-hidden in a dark corner. She was sitting on a grand master's chair with one leg crossed, her hands crossed on her abdomen, and her long water-colored dress was stretched out in the blend of black and fire. A layer of light red halo, appearing more and more dim and deep.

Hearing this, Su Rao slowly opened her eyes, her vermilion lips parted slightly, and said with a slight smile: "My injury is not healed, and it is not suitable for torture, so I won't join in the fun."

"So it is."

The man glanced at her twice, "Master Nasu, let's just watch, I happen to have researched some new tricks, which can't be seen in other places."

He had another chair brought up.

Bringing a teapot and seasonal melons and fruits, Shi Shiran took off his blood-stained gloves and sat down with his robe lifted, "Show Master Su tea."

"Yes."

The jailer hurriedly poured tea and handed it to the two of them respectively. Amidst Fu Xian's screams, the man in the iron mask waved, and the jailer walked up to Fu Haolin with two steel brushes.

There are hundreds of extremely thin needles on the steel brush. It is said to be needles, but the sharpest parts are barbs. After dipping in chili oil, drops of red oil condense on the hooks, red like blood.

"Execution."

With an order, Fu Haolin's clothes were stripped from his chest. He saw Gangbrush's eyes tearing open, and hissed, "Shadow, Your Majesty hasn't punished me yet. If you abuse lynching like this and force me to confess, you won't be afraid of Your Majesty." Do you ask for guilt afterwards?"

The man ignored him, and raised his jaw slightly in the direction of his other sons, "Go, there are a few of them, and see if it is the torture tools or the hard mouth of their father and son."

"Subordinates obey."

The jailer immediately went forward to undress the other princes of the Fu family. Hearing this sentence with a dazed expression, they began to cry and beg for mercy before the punishment was executed, and their bodies trembled violently.

"I beg your lord to spare your life, don't use torture anymore, recruit, we recruit..."

One couldn't make a sound.

The commander was unmoved, looked down at his fingertips, and said in a calm and unhurried manner: "Your tricks are useless, you have to let your father let go, otherwise he will always be so exhausted, and it will be very difficult for me. "

"Father, my son can't take it anymore, so you can recruit him."

"Father, recruit."

Several sons of the Fu family pleaded repeatedly, Fu Haolin vomited another mouthful of blood in anger, he glared at Ying Ying and Su Rao, his teeth were shaking, "It is absolutely impossible to force us to admit what we have not done. "

"Don't make yourself so innocent, Han Sheng has already confessed."

The man sneered: "He said that he was ordered by you to conspire with Song Daiyan in a private mine case, but you said you didn't know?"

Fu Haolin's facial features became ferociously distorted due to fury. While he was speaking, the steel brush had already touched his chest, and without him being prepared, it pierced his flesh deeply, and immediately swiped down fiercely!
"what--"

The screams were caught off guard, and blood mixed with red oil fell drop by drop on the ground, seeping into the blood-soaked bricks and stones under his feet.

Fu Haolin trembled all over, panting heavily.

Su Rao frowned slightly, but didn't say anything. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of something, thought for a while, and said in a low voice, "Master Ying, he doesn't need to be punished, does he?"

When she spoke suddenly, everyone in the prison room was stunned.

Shadow followed her line of sight and saw the bloody figure half-hanging on the stone wall, "Fu Qingli..."

The man was quite surprised, and seemed to smile: "Why?"

"He works for the Hongwen Museum, so it should have nothing to do with the confession your lord wants, and you can't ask anything about his punishment, can you?"

Su Rao looked sideways and said lightly.

Xiyantai investigated them after they got them. The sons of the Fu family were more or less working in important places, but the seventh son, Fu Yun, was obsessed with poetry and books. more intimate.

He is the most innocent.

But so what, the son of a criminal minister, who cares if he is not innocent.

"Master Su wants to intercede for him?"

The man raised his hand to stop the jailer's movement, and looked at Su Rao with great interest, the atmosphere suddenly turned cold, and the others were so frightened that they didn't dare to vent their breath, watching their noses and noses, pretending to be dead.

Xi Yantai said hello, but Otsuka Zaidu has no right to interfere.

Not to mention a mere minister.

Fu Qingli had already been tortured before, so he had a background in martial arts, the pain was extreme, and his sanity had already been blurred, and he only caught fragmentary words such as "Master Su" and "confession" intermittently.

After concentrating on distinguishing for a long time, I barely understood what they were saying.

"No, you don't have to..."

Every time Fu Qingli swallowed the saliva was mixed with the smell of blood, he tried his best to open his eyes, the scene in front of him gradually solidified in the pulling, and he saw Su Rao.

And, the man in the iron mask sitting beside her...

Commander of washing inkstone.

shadow.

A person who has no identity or name and only exists as the shadow of successive emperors, there is no right or wrong in his concept, only absolute imperial power.

How could such a person listen to pleadings?

"Su, Mr. Su's kindness, I accept it sincerely, don't, please intercede for me..."

He was wearing a crime and didn't want to hurt anyone.

Before Fu Qingli's sluggish thoughts could turn around, he heard himself blurt out: "Lord Su, Qingli, can I beg you..."

"You said."

Although Fu Haolin harmed her father, Fu Xian made things difficult for her many times, and Fu's family pursued her relentlessly, but the grievance has its head and the debt has its owner, and Su Rao did not take her anger out on Fu Yun.

"Please tell the Zhou family... the engagement is void, and Yin'er, tell her, Fu Qingli... I'm sorry for her..."

"All promises to her... let her, forget it."

Having exhausted his mind by saying these words, Fu Qingli fell into a long silence. The jailer stepped forward to take a look, turned his head and said to the two of them: "My lord, I passed out."

He asked Shadow what to do with his eyes.

Whether to wake him up with cold water and continue to torture him, or just leave it at that.

Su Rao also looked at the man, under the iron face of the beast's head, those eyes were sharp, and after a while, the man tapped twice on the table with his fingers, with a dull voice, which made people's heart tremble.

Su Rao didn't speak again.

If Yingying made up her mind to punish Fu Qingli, she would have nothing to do, it was an inkstone washing platform, and she could not make the decision.

"My subordinate understands."

The jailer turned his head to pick up the bucket, and was about to forcibly wake him up, but the shadow said casually: "Since Mr. Su pleaded for him, for your sake, let's spare him the punishment."

"Send the man back to prison."

"Subordinates obey."

The jailer stepped forward to untie Fu Qingli's iron chain, and carried him back to the cell one by one from the left and the other from the right. The shadow turned to Su Rao and said, "Are you satisfied, Mr. Su?"

"Thank you Commander."

Surprised by his final decision, Su Rao was slightly taken aback, and nodded in greeting. She found that the commander had an inexplicable kindness towards her. Although she didn't know where it came from, it was not a bad thing.

Shadow accepted her gift, and said to the torturer, "Go ahead."

The screams of Fu Haolin and the others continued, Su Rao glanced at them, and said casually: "Shooting a snake and hitting seven inches, Mr. Ying, why don't you change your method?"

(End of this chapter)