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Chapter 166 Ding Baiying's Flattery
Fusi, the northern town, was ordered to prison.

The prison is dimly lit and very quiet, but occasionally a scream can be heard floating from the depths, which makes it seem even more terrifying and weird, bringing constant mental torture to the criminals.

In an empty cell, a straw mat was spread on the pile of straw, and the curled up figure on the mat was wrapped in a quilt. It was rare to have such treatment in the imperial prison.

It was early winter, the weather was freezing, and the prison was even colder and damper, and even a quilt couldn't keep him warm. He curled up into a ball, his body shaking uncontrollably, his haggard face vaguely recognizable.

It was none other than the head of the Rongguo Mansion, Jia Zheng, the doctor of the Ministry of Works.

In just one night, Jia Zheng had lost the wealthy appearance of a duke's son and the elegant image of a scholar. His hair was disheveled and dirty, and his face was also dirty.

The night before, Jia Zheng had enjoyed some wine and food served by a pretty maid, and fell asleep soundly, holding Aunt Zhao's waist, which had gained a little weight after giving birth.

Now he is in jail again! After experiencing such a huge change, Jia Zheng, who was not strong-willed to begin with, thought about committing suicide many times.

But it's just a thought...

"what!"

Another shrill scream was heard from deep within the imperial prison, and Jia Zheng's body trembled.

The screams subsided, and suddenly the sound of footsteps was heard in the quiet prison.

Then a beam of fire shot out from the exit. Jia Zheng looked up, and there was a hint of hope in his cloudy eyes...

The sound of footsteps came closer and closer, and a jailer came quickly with a lantern in his hand. Jia Zheng's eyes darkened involuntarily.

The jailer took the candle from the lantern in his hand and lit the large oil lamp on the wall.

"Buzz!"

A cluster of flames rose up instantly, the granite walls looked tough and cold, and the lights dispelled the darkness and illuminated the huge prison.

Jia Zheng immediately covered his eyes with his hands, and it took him a long time to adjust to the light. He turned his head and was immediately frightened to the point of turning pale!
He saw seven or eight prisoners crammed in the small cell next door. They were wearing thin prison uniforms, their skin was cold and pale without a trace of blood. They huddled together, staring at him with lifeless eyes... The scene was extremely horrifying!
The jailer continued to go deeper, lighting lamps along the way. Prisoners stretched out their hands and shouted that they were innocent, but the jailer only responded with whips and shouts.

There was another sound of chaotic footsteps coming from the direction of the exit, and one could tell that several people were entering.

Although Jia Zheng was stupid, he knew that only high-ranking officials would come to make a scene, and the high-ranking officials of the Jinyiwei...

He rushed to the door and looked over there expectantly. Suddenly he saw a tall figure!

"Brother, I'm here! Brother!"

Jia Zheng thought that Jia Wei was here to release him, and he was so excited that he actually shed tears.

After Jia Wei recognized Jia Zheng, he also stopped.

"Brother, can I go out now?"

"Master Zheng will have to endure for a while longer. He can only be released from prison after the case is solved." Jia Wei consoled him and ordered, "Send two more quilts."

After saying this, Jia Wei did not look at Jia Zheng, who was full of disappointment, but led Ding Baiying deeper into the imperial prison.

He came for serious business.

When Jia Wei arrived, the traitor had been tortured beyond recognition.

When Pei Lun saw Jia Wei coming, he put away his pipe and greeted him with a slightly flattering tone.

"Master, it was he who teamed up with the traitor Lu Wenzhao to burn the archives."

Jia Wei looked at Ding Baiying who was standing beside him, and Ding Baiying looked at him calmly.

Pei Lun continued, "It took some effort to investigate. We just found out that their contact point was Qingfeng Teahouse. When we caught the traitor, Lord Shen had already ordered that no one be allowed to enter or leave the government office, and the news was blocked. Lord, look..."

Ding Baiying's expression remained unchanged. Jia Wei said, "You and Shen Lian go together to select the troops of the three banners." Pei Lun was delighted, "I obey your command!"

Jia Wei looked at the traitor again and said coldly: "Hang him at the door and let everyone see the fate of a traitor."

There was some confusion as the Jinyi Yamen soldiers were being moved around. The doors and windows of the main hall were tightly closed and it was very quiet.

Inside the hall, Jia Wei ruffled Ding Baiying's hair and took off her clothes.

He casually inserted the hairpin into the token holder on the table. The white cloud-patterned flying fish suit was draped over a chair beside him.

Jia Wei swept away the files and documents on the desk and placed Ding Baiying on the desk to sit.

Until your mouth is filled with the fragrance of frankincense.

Outside, there were sounds of soldiers moving and horses neighing. Ding Baiying was still a little absent-minded, neither cooperating nor refusing, but just gently holding Jia Wei's head and looking sideways at the tightly closed door.

"What are you thinking about?" Jia Wei pinched the snow hard, and his hands were wet and covered with saliva.

Ding Baiying knew that he was asking knowingly, so he just shook his head. He lay down flat on his back, grabbed two folded books and put them behind his head, and raised his legs.

"Heh..." He smiled, with a deeper meaning. He also glanced at the two doors that were tightly closed.

Just bow your head.

It’s 13 steamed buns with flour.

Ding Baiying stared at him for a while, and when she saw that Jia Wei did not respond, she sat up again. The snow shook.

She carried Xue Zi and went down to the ground.

The floor was very cold, but luckily Jia Wei left her a pair of silk stockings.

Ding Baiying took the trousers and folded them several times, then put them in front of Jia Wei. He knelt on them with his knees together, but it still felt a little hard, so he took out his coat and folded it again to use as a cushion.

Jia Wei sat on the commander's chair, watching all this quietly, as if he was a bystander.

It was not until Ding Baiying stretched out her hands to untie his belt that Jia Wei grabbed her hands.

Jia Wei clamped her two hands together and held them, while his other hand hung down to rub the heavy snow.

Ding Baiying looked at him and straightened himself.

Seeing Jia Wei's playful smile, he lowered his head and remained silent.

Ding Baiying was worried about her apprentices and fellow apprentices. When Jia Wei started, the battle at Qingfeng Teahouse would also begin.

Ding Baiying lowered her head, and Jia Wei held her snow-white arms above her head, making them more erect. She spoke slowly.

"Laugh, there's nothing to laugh about... All my relatives and friends in this world are dead, and I only have these few disciples left. And you."

Ding Baiying raised his head. He originally looked very heroic, but now he looked weak and frail, with a pair of eyes that seemed to be begging, looking pitiful.

Jia Wei had never seen her like this before. Normally, she dared to talk back to him and scold him, but now the contrast was so great.

"A beauty trap?" Jia Wei gently rubbed and picked, "Don't try that on me. Haven't you always wanted to kill me?"

Ding Baiying stopped talking.

Jia Wei picked up her chin and continued to rub it, "I gave them a chance before. It's not that I want to kill them, but they are looking for death.

"Look at what Lu Wenzhao and your two disciples are doing? Assassinating the emperor, murdering the eunuchs of the East Factory, burning the Jinyiwei's documents library... Tell me, which one of these is not enough to kill them seven or eight times?"

(End of this chapter)