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Chapter 74 What if you are not reconciled?

But only the bag of silver that Hong Xuanzhi left behind, and others recruited, could only go to Chen Ru.

However, Chen Ru's mouth is more like a clam shell. If he can't pry it open and there is no conclusive evidence, it may be difficult to convict him.

More importantly, Yan Zheng always felt that it was impossible for this matter to end with Chen Ru.He's just a minister of the household department. Thirteen years ago, he was just a servant of the household department. Where did he have the courage to take the idea of ​​disaster relief money?What's more, the official ship escorting the relief money had an accident on the canal and sank directly.

It took time and effort to salvage it, but it was found that those boxes were not filled with relief money at all, but stones.

Almost all the people in the boat were implicated. Those in charge of escorting the relief money included officials from the Ministry of Households and generals sent by the Ministry of War, but that general happened to be from Xiaolongqi, the former department of King Ning.

All the way through the vines, and finally found King Ning, and also seized this batch of silver in Wuhui Mountain, as well as a large secret weapon smelting site, and gathered a large number of them. get.

King Ning was not at the scene, and when he sent someone to arrest them, the husband and wife had both died.The dossier only used the word "death", and did not explain the cause of death, nor did he commit suicide without fear of crime.But in short, the disaster relief silver case and King Ning's rebellion became a major case that shocked the government and the public for three years. Taboo.

But now, there is a problem with this official bank.But it happened a few years later, so when did the official bank come out? Five years ago?Or 13 years ago?Does this official bank have anything to do with King Ning's rebellion case?
What was written in the blood letter and what he asked from Zhao Qiang's mouth were consistent. Xiaolongqi insisted that they and King Ning's rebellion were all unfounded, and they were wronged.Was he really wronged?
Across the long river of time and space, Yan Zheng also felt that he was in a mess, bewildered... If he could pry Chen Ru's mouth open, there might be new progress.

Naturally, Lu Heng also knew that, so he went to monitor the whereabouts of Chen Ru's youngest son himself.

Yuan Feng shook his head, his expression was not good.

Until now, there is no news... Yan Zheng's eyes darkened, and he twirled his fingers lightly.

"My lord... His Majesty is about to give us a time limit for the word from the palace. If there is still no progress within the time limit, is it possible that we should let the surname Chen go lightly?" As far as Confucianism is concerned, it is irrelevant at all.They have been busy for several months, could this be the only result?Yuan Feng was not reconciled after thinking about it.

Yan Zheng is naturally not reconciled, but what if he is not reconciled?

It was night, Yanzheng was draped in rain and fog, and entered the imperial prison again, and went straight into the torture room of Tianzi No. [-] cell in the prison.There are torches lit all over the room, not just a cluster, and the weather outside is like this, before you even walk in, you can already feel the heat coming from your body.When the door was opened, scorching air waves rushed towards the face, making people drenched in sweat all of a sudden.

This cell is completely different from the gloomy coldness of the entire edict prison, but if the edict prison is the underworld, this torture room is the eighteenth floor of purgatory.As long as anyone who has entered this torture room has never died, he has to shed a layer of skin alive.

At this time, there was a person hanging on the torture rack in the middle of the room. His limbs were bound by iron chains, and he was almost half-hanging in the air. His clothes were ragged, and his body was full of scars, including whip wounds and iron wounds, which could be seen under the torn fabric. , there are some other traces caused by unknown instruments of torture, but the body is completely bruised.In the heat wave that filled the room, those wounds could not heal, and some had begun to fester.It's just that there is a lunatic Xing in the prison, he is good at making the dead talk, and he is even better at making the living worse than death.

As long as he is there, even a dying person can breathe a sigh of relief. If he doesn't let go, King Yama will not dare to accept him.

Every day someone would come to bring water, medicine and food to the people in the room.Those things can't make him get better, and they can't make him die, so he drags on like death.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the man on the rack slowly opened his eyes and looked over from behind his messy hair.Where is this still glamorous in the past, when everyone sees him, they have to respectfully call him "Ge Lao", and secretly call him "Jian Xiang"?But in just a few days, he was pale and withered, his face was bloodless, his eyes were deep-set, his cheeks were sunken, and he looked like a ghost.

Looking at the person with those eyes, he suddenly laughed strangely, "What? What's new today? Just say hello!" Due to the indoor environment, Chen Ru's voice was already dry and hoarse. In just one sentence, he must have wanted to express his aura, but he still unconsciously cleared his throat several times. Even so, the voice was as rough as if it had been run over a stone.

He was not only wounded, but also sick. Even a healthy person would get sick if he stayed in such a place overnight.

What's more, Chen Ru is just a literati, a literati who occupies a high position and is used to being pampered.

But such a literati has survived for several days in this purgatory-like room, under the beckoning of various instruments of torture and methods, he did not confide a word they wanted to hear.

Yan Zheng's cold eyes behind the mask did not melt in the slightest due to the heat wave that filled the room. He stared coldly at Chen Ru, and after a while, he took a step forward and said indifferently, "Mr. Chen Ge, do you want to save Ling?" son?"

Chen Ru paused slightly imperceptibly, and then smiled, "There is no need to use such tricks on me. I have seen many of your methods, and I will not be fooled by you." Chen Ru said, turning his head , closed his eyes.

Yan Zheng didn't flinch at all because of his attitude, "Mr. Chen Ge is really admirable. The method of silently calling the prison can't make you, a literati, open your mouth. It's just that the integrity of a literati is not enough to support it. Speaking of it , Mr. Chen Ge is really a good father, but his son was reborn in your Chen family, but it is both his luck and his misfortune."

"Being raised by his father himself since he was a child, he was given poems and books, he had high hopes, and love is like an eyeball. It is a blessing, but because of this, he has become his father's weakness, and he has become a bargaining chip to threaten his father. This is his misfortune."

While Yan Zheng was talking, his eyes were fixed on Chen Ru's face like a torch. He still closed his eyes, as if he didn't hear it, but his jaw tightened slightly, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly. Although these changes It's subtle, but none of it falls into Yan Zheng's eyes.

"Your son is only seven or eight years old, right? You're still a child after all. No matter how smart and sensible you are, if you suddenly go to a strange place and lose your freedom, you will feel panic. In your son's heart, you must be an omnipotent existence." , I am afraid that he is looking forward to you to save him all the time? It is said that father and son are connected, I wonder if Chen Ge can hear your son begging for help at night?"

"Of course he doesn't know that the reason why his father didn't show up all the time, and even endured a lot of torture, is to save his life."

(End of this chapter)