Ci Jinzhi

Chapter 270

Xin You was walking on the street and saw another group of Jinlin guards escorting people forward.

This is a street very close to the imperial city. It is also the time when the government office is under office, and most of the people walking there are officials.

Lord He wants to arrest all the officials who insulted her?
Xin You thought so, of course not because of sentimentality, but because he was thinking about He Qingxiao's purpose of doing this.

He Qingxiao acted very quickly. When Zhang Xu entered Beizhen Fusi and was still making a fuss, he had already quickly entered a room.

"My lord, the man has already brought it."

He Qingxiao nodded slightly: "Then let's get started."

A large prison was crowded with newly arrested people, most of whom were low-ranking officials judging by their clothes.

He Qingxiao's eyes swept across the faces that were filled with anger or fear, and he paused imperceptibly on one of them, then looked away expressionlessly.

He was a middle-aged man with a short beard and a slightly plump build. He was the doctor Zhao who Xin You wanted to meet.

"Master He, after all we are officials of the imperial court, how could you arrest us just for saying a few words?"

"So, can the Jinlin Guards be so lawless?"

"Of course there is a sky above Jin Linwei's head," He Qingxiao said calmly.

He was born so well that in this dark prison, such a face would make people look down upon him because it was out of place.

"He doesn't want to embarrass you. He just follows the Holy Will to take care of Xin Taizhao. Faced with the recent insults and slanders against Xin Taizhao, he has to react. Let's do this. As long as you write a letter of guarantee, He will let you go immediately. If you go out, you won’t delay going home for dinner.”

"What guarantee?"

Among those arrested, there were some who were indignant and some who were timid.

He Qingxiao did not answer immediately, but glanced at his subordinates.

Several Jinlin guards carried seven or eight tables over, spread out pieces of white paper, and lifted these people to the table like an eagle catching a chicken chick.

Doctor Zhao was mentioned to the table closest to He Qingxiao. No one among those arrested, including Doctor Zhao, noticed there was anything wrong with this.

He Qingxiao then said calmly: "Just write that I believed the rumors before, and I will never say anything wrong about Xin Daizhao in the future."

"This, this is simply deceiving!"

What is the difference between writing such a letter of guarantee and being slapped in the face in public?
"Write it as fast as your Excellency asks you to do it, there is so much nonsense!" shouted a Jinlin Guard.

The expressions of the people who were arrested were different. Even if some people wanted to write quickly and go home, they did not want to be the first to write.These people all understand that everyone does many shameless things, and the one who is ridiculed is often the first person to do it.

Seeing that the situation was at a stalemate, the Jinlin guard grabbed Zhao Langzhong's wrist and asked angrily: "Should I write or not?"

There was a slight click, followed by Mr. Zhao's scream.

Doctor Zhao's right hand was pulled and dislocated!
Almost all those who were arrested were civil servants. They had never seen such brutal methods. Many people turned pale with fright and their legs and feet became weak.

The Jinlin guard ignored Langzhong Zhao's screams and slowly scanned the crowd: "Write or not?"

His eyes fell on a little official with the ugliest expression.

The officer suddenly broke out in cold sweat and hurriedly grabbed the pen on the table: "I, I will write..."

It's just a promise that if you write, you can go home. If you don't write, you don't know what kind of torture you will suffer, so why bother holding on to death.

The official wrote quickly and comforted himself.

Once one person does this kind of thing, more people will follow suit, and soon several more people will pick up the pen.

Someone finished writing, but seeing that the person with whom he was well connected did not start writing, he whispered to persuade: "It's not about the principles of the country, the country, and the country. There is no point in enduring a beating."

As soon as these words came out, it was undoubtedly a big step, and those who were still insisting also stepped down.

But, just by saying a few words to the trend and enduring a sentence of punishment, can he still be famous throughout the ages?The bigger the incident got, the more embarrassing it became. I quickly finished writing and went home. Others may not know that I was caught.

Once they figured it out, everyone wrote quickly.

"My lord, you can leave now." Seeing the junior official who started writing the letter put it down, the Jinlin guard smiled and let him go after checking the guarantee letter, completely unable to see the ferocious look just now.The captured officials finished writing and left one after another, and in the end only Zhao Langzhong was left.

"Why hasn't this gentleman written yet?" He Qingxiao looked over indifferently.

Zhao Langzhong's face turned pale with pain. Under the gaze of those cold and unemotional eyes, he had to squeeze out a sentence: "This official's hand...can't move..."

The handsome young man raised his eyebrows slightly: "If you can't write with your right hand, doesn't it mean you still have your left hand?"

On the side, Jin Linwei pushed Zhao Langzhong roughly: "Didn't you hear what our adults said? I can't bear the pain. Do you want to have a taste of the soldering iron?"

Doctor Zhao trembled and said in a trembling voice: "I, I will write..."

He stretched out his left hand and picked up the pen.

He Qingxiao's calm eyes flashed slightly.

It is difficult to control people's subconscious movements. As soon as Zhao Langzhong's left hand holding the pen gesture appeared, it was obvious that he had practiced it.

"My lord, he has written it."

He Qingxiao walked over, looked at it, and said calmly: "Take it out."

Zhao Langzhong breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's go." Two Jinlin guards, one on the left and one on the right, walked out with Zhao Langzhong in between.

Doctor Zhao was in the state of relaxation when he was finally out of danger. He didn't realize that he was any different from others when he went out, until he was pushed into a torture room.

wrong!

He turned around suddenly and saw the young man walking over slowly.

He Qingxiao raised his head slightly, and the door of the torture room was suddenly closed.

Doctor Zhao's expression changed drastically: "Master He, what do you mean?"

He Qingxiao held up the letter of guarantee that Doctor Zhao had just written in front of him: "Mr. Zhao is a great talent, and his left hand writes so beautifully."

Zhao Lang felt a thump in his heart and finally felt something was wrong.

Without giving Mr. Zhao much time to react, He Qingxiao raised another piece of paper: "Does Mr. Zhao know this?"

The moment he saw the writing on the paper clearly, Mr. Zhao's pupils shrank, unable to hide his panic.

How could it be in the hands of He Qingxiao!
"Mr. Zhao?"

Mr. Zhao came back to his senses and opened his mouth to deny: "I don't know the official——"

"Yan Chao." He Qingxiao shouted.

"I'm humble."

He Qingxiao glanced at Mr. Zhao with a calm look in his eyes: "It's rare for Mr. Zhao to come to Beizhen Fusi, please treat me well."

"Yes." Yan Chao squeezed his hands together, making a squeaking sound, and then stretched out his hand.

Immediately, a Jinlin guard handed over the whip.

This long whip was specially made by Jin Linwei. It was covered with barbs and showed a suspicious dark red color.

With just one stroke of the whip, Zhao Langzhong realized what life was worse than death.

This pain that goes deep into the bone marrow is completely different from the pain of a dislocated arm.

"Stop it, yes, it was written by me..." Before the third whip fell, Zhao Langzhong shouted in a hissing voice.

He Qingxiao raised his hand, and Yan Chao stepped aside with his whip in hand.

"Then please tell me, Mr. Zhao, who do you take orders from?"

(End of this chapter)