Yu Jun

Chapter 324

Xiao Dou took the handle of the knife and drove the bereaved dog Qi Changchu into the Dali Temple Prison.

The Imperial City is already heavily guarded both inside and outside, requiring door stickers for entry and exit. The Dali Temple Prison is even guarded by the Imperial Guard inside and outside, and the place is surrounded by iron barrels.

Just as Wu Hongzhe said, the ban on the army and the ban are the foundation of the country and should not be lightly touched.

Now that the place has been taken over by Wude Si, Yang Ying, the young minister of Dali Temple, is also forced to be questioned and cannot interfere with Wude Si's actions.

The prisoners in the third-grade prison, who unfortunately were in the same prison as the Prince of Jiyang County, were pulled out one by one, lined up neatly, and questioned in turn.

As soon as Qi Chang entered, he was subjected to a very detailed body search, and was pushed to the ground for no reason and kicked several times.

Someone picked him up by the back of his clothes and pushed him inside. When passing by a gloomy main room, he saw four benches inside, with a door panel placed on the bench and a car parked on the door panel. The body with its toes pointed toward the door.

The corpse was fat and heavy, and with a thick layer of shrouds and quilts covering it, it became even larger.

This is the body of Prince Jiyang.

He suddenly died in Dali Temple Prison, and His Majesty had no decree whether to move him out. Zongzheng Temple and the Ministry of Rites did not know whether to hold his funeral as a county prince or to keep him in Dali Temple as a punishment for his crimes. Therefore, even the mourners were confused. There is no designation, just give him a small amount here first.

Next to the corpse was a pot of wealth, and two monks sat aside and recited the Amitabha Sutra: "If one day, if two days, if three days, if four days, if five days, if six days, if seven days, one mind Not messy.”

The sound of wooden fish penetrated Qi Chang's ears, and he suddenly felt that the crowded Dali Temple turned into a wilderness.

"When a person dies and his mind is not turned upside down, he will be reborn."

Qi Chang was taken into prison, and the jailer opened a cell door and stuffed him in.

He stumbled and almost fell down on the toilet. The toilet was filled with dirt over the years, and the smell of defecation overflowed, making him retching on the spot.

After holding on to the wall and vomiting for a long time, he dragged his limp steps to the corner, away from the toilet. His face, which was already devoid of any color, turned into a piece of paper.

Sitting down on the hay, he was stung by something hard under his butt. He stretched out his hand and took it out, and it turned out to be a frozen rat.

Since entering Mo Mansion, he has never seen a mouse again.

Throwing away the dead mouse in disgust, he thought with the sound of chanting sutras just now echoing in his heart: "Who in this world can be unafraid and undisturbed when death is imminent?"

The sound of wooden fish was carried by the wind, which made him feel at ease. It was only when he heard the sound that he heard the sound of footsteps outside the cell door. The jailer came in and took him to the execution room.

In the execution room, King Wei was sitting in the main seat, with a wall full of torture instruments behind him. The jailer, the wardens led by Zhang, the prisoners in the school, and the warders with shackles and sticks were all waiting on the left and right. Shujing stood by the door. When he saw Qi Chang coming in, he signaled to the others. People go out first.

However, in just one day, King Wei seemed to have changed. His energy was not as good as before, he felt depressed and desolate, and there was a layer of depression above his eyebrows. He was completely different from the shrewd and confident prince in the past.

He couldn't help but feel depressed.

The body of the Prince of Jiyang has been returned to the Prince's Mansion. Even though the case involved has not been settled, His Majesty has issued a decree to follow the funeral rites of the Prince of Jiyang and add him to the title of Prince.

It seems that God's grace is profound, but in reality it is not.

None of the princes and heirs of Jiyang County have ever been ennobled. Not to mention that the land occupied by the Prince of Jiyang will be cleared. Even the farmland that originally belonged to the Prince of Jiyang will be taken back.

The future decline and decline can already be foreseen now.

King Wei was dizzy, his mouth was dry due to the charcoal fire, and his internal organs were dry from the burning fire. He picked up the teacup, took a big sip, suppressed his anger, and looked at the jailer. Qi Chang was brought here.

"Shi Qi said," he put down the tea cup, "it's really embarrassing to be in this situation and not escape yet."

Qi Chang knelt on the ground, staring at the charcoal fire, his mind numb, going in his left ear and out his right ear, and in the end there was only a "buzzing" sound left in his mind.King Wei gathered his energy and began to organize the chaotic words: "You falsely accuse General Mo, which is a capital crime, but you are my disciple, I can only try my best to save you. After the morning court, I have begged Your Majesty to spare your life. I will deprive you of your official position, give you sixty sticks, and take you to Kuanzhou to make atonement for your sins."

Qi Chang's dull eyes suddenly moved, and he raised his head to look at King Wei. His face was filled with a bit of surprise, making it look ridiculous: "Sixty sticks? Isn't that still death?"

"The rod can kill people, but it can also live people."

A little light suddenly appeared in Qi Chang's eyes, but the light was fleeting and his mind could move a little.

What merit has been accomplished?

The King of Wei is not a good person, so he must have some purpose in sparing his life.

He sincerely thanked King Wei for saving his life and waited honestly for King Wei to reveal his purpose.

King Wei picked up the tea cup and took a sip: "Are you familiar with Mo Mansion in Kuanzhou?"

Qi Chang actually didn't know much about Mo Mansion, but he still nodded: "Very familiar."

King Wei said: "It's good to be familiar with it. Someone will ask you some things when you are on the road."

Qi Chang responded obediently, without any special expression. After a whole day of frights and ups and downs, he was too tired to change the expression on his face.

And he knew he had no choice.

If you don’t want to die, you have no choice.

King Wei stood up and walked out. When he came to him, he stopped and said, "The sixty sticks will be finished today. I will go to Kuanzhou early tomorrow morning and someone will give you medicine."

Having said that, King Wei stepped over the threshold and walked out of the torture chamber. Bright lights were on in Dali Temple. The Imperial Guards were waiting in full formation. Wu Desi was painting a portrait of the murderer. King Wei walked over and took a look. He saw that the man above had an ordinary face. He had been posted for a day. I can catch eighty of them.

He rolled his eyes in his mind and cursed secretly: "It's a waste of time."

In the execution room, four jailers with shackles took off Qi Chang's clothes and pressed him on the torture bench. Zhang led the jailers to record the situation.

Everyone had received the order from King Wei. It was definitely not the fatal blow of Wu Jinshi with his imperial staff. It fell neither lightly nor hard. Although the first staff went down, although there were red marks, it did not break the skin.

Qi Chang groaned, gritted his teeth and endured, grabbed the torture bench with both hands, and after being struck with a few canes, he suddenly let out a whimpering cry.

Zhang Lian glanced at the executioner. The two men holding the sticks looked at each other. They didn't expect this man to be so unwilling to beat him.

If you go any lighter, it will be like beating tofu.

Zhang Sui coughed and signaled to continue beating, so the wooden stick fell on Qi Chang's buttocks and legs again. Qi Chang's body trembled and his sobbing continued. At the end, he suddenly burst out into violent cries.

The crying was not because of pain or regret, but as the torture stick fell, the skin and flesh were torn, as if the layers of disguise on the body were peeling off.

The gentleness, humility, honesty, and diligence borrowed from Wu Jin, and the little afterglow stained by his brilliance, have all been wiped out by today's events.

At this moment, Qi Chang has completely transformed back into a dusty insect, revealing his true colors of selfishness, ruthlessness, cowardice and flattery.

After crying for a while, he quickly accepted himself calmly, as calmly and shamelessly as he had done for countless days and nights when he was a beggar.

There are gentlemen and there are villains. God created things like this. What’s wrong with him?

(End of this chapter)