The pet career of Shaoqing of Dali Temple

Chapter 175 Shaoqing interrogated the prisoner in secret, scaring the second young master's courage

The second young master followed the people from the master of ceremonies into the iron gate of the prison.

The screams ahead are getting louder.

Two jailers holding torches opened the cell door expressionlessly.

The second young master stood still, but was pushed by his colleagues before he stepped into the prison.

As soon as he entered the door, he covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve.

"How many are there this time?" the person from the MC asked.

"Two, but it's hard to say that one more will be added later." A jailer in charge of torture stood inside, with long arms, round waist, and shirtless. They glanced at the other side of the cell.

On the other side of the cell, two prisoners were chained to the wall, and a torture guard was kicking the fallen prisoner with his feet.

"If this one is not recruited, he will be carried out soon." The jailer said helplessly.

The person in the MC scratched his head, "So the remaining two are coming soon?" He was referring to the two prisoners locked on the wall.

The jailer curled his lips, "Of course, you have to die or be recruited. Our Shaoqing has no patience."

Only then did the Second Young Master notice that there was a wooden table in the dark corner of the prison cell, and behind the wooden table sat Mr. Gu, the secretary of the Dali Temple, Mr. Zhengqing, and his elder brother Qing Moyan.

The prisoner howled miserably on the ground, it was hardly a human voice.

The torturer was tired from kicking, and stood there panting heavily.

Zheng Qing had a sullen face, apparently in a very unhappy mood, "How long is it?" He asked the clerk beside him.

"Half an hour left." Mr. Gu said.

Zhengqing raised his voice, "Hit again, and if you die, replace those two."

The jailer got the order, and he hit harder, kicking and kicking, the wailing of the prisoners on the ground became lower and lower, and finally shrank into a ball and stopped moving.

"Is it dead?" Qing Moyan asked lightly.

The jailer knelt down to check on the prisoner, "Master Shaoqing, he passed out."

"Bring water, wake up and try again." Qing Moyan's voice seemed to be filled with ice, and even the air seemed to be frozen.

The second young master shrank to the side, feeling pain in the flesh just looking at it.

The colleagues in the master of ceremonies carried out the two dead prisoners, and the second young master also wanted to leave.

"Yo? Second Master, don't rush to leave." The colleague stopped him, "You wait here for a while, we go back and carry three more coffins, it seems that we won't be able to finish the job in a while." They were carrying The dead man left first, leaving only the second young master standing there trembling.

"The second master is Lord Shaoqing's younger brother?" The jailer outside chatted with him leisurely.

The second young master kept his eyes open but couldn't help but glance into the cell.

"What are you doing?" He asked weakly.

"Trying the case." The jailer said nonchalantly, "Isn't it the first time seeing Second Master?"

The second young master twitched, of course it was his first time seeing him, how could someone of his status come to such a place.

"This is a case urgently urged by the Holy Majesty. In half an hour, Lord Zhengqing will enter the palace to revise the order, but these dead ghosts are really stubborn, and no one has spoken yet."

The second young master saw that the hair of the two prisoners locked on the wall was disheveled, but they were not wearing prisoner's clothes. Although they were stained with blood, it was somewhat unrecognizable, but he felt that they were dressed like palace servants.

"Could it be...they came from the palace?" He tentatively asked.

Several jailers chuckled, "Naturally they are from the palace. Don't look at how they usually show off their power in the palace. If they offend us, even the Iron Man will lose his skin!"

At this moment, a scream with a changed voice came from the cell.

The second young master trembled and almost bit his tongue.

"It seems that our lord Shaoqing has to do it himself." The eyes of the jailers lit up, and they stretched their necks to watch excitedly.

The second young master felt chills for a while.

This is a deadly place, and they are still watching it with great enthusiasm... What kind of place is this place?

He couldn't help feeling a little regretful. He knew that he should agree to his elder brother and go to work in the charcoal department of the Ministry of Industry.

Qing Moyan left the chair, walked to the side of the prisoner who fell on the ground, raised her foot to step on the prisoner's ribs.

"Who is the master behind you?" Qing Moyan kept exerting force on her feet.

Due to the heavy pressure, the prisoner's eyeballs protruded.

But there was no pity or sympathy on Qing Moyan's face, the cold voice sounded again, repeating the question just now.

The prisoner struggled and refused to speak.

"You have a tough mouth." Qing Moyan looked down at the man, "I'll ask you one last time, who ordered you to attack the little prince in the palace?"

Still unanswered.

Qing Moyan ordered the jailer who was tortured beside him, "Beat the head and execute the sentence."

The two people locked on the wall were all pale when they heard this.

"Be gentle, don't kill me all at once, there is still time." Qing Moyan calmly sat back on the chair, but her eyes were fixed on the two locked on the wall.

The second young master was so frightened outside the cell that his legs went limp, and he sat on the ground directly.

"Second Lord, what's wrong with you?" The jailer stepped forward to help.

The second young master waved his hands again and again, he was speechless, struggling to point out.

"Are you going out?" asked the jailer.

The second young master tried his best to refresh.

So the jailer helped him out of the iron gate, and the second young master staggered up the stone steps while holding on to the damp wall.

At this moment, there was only one thought left in his mind: leave this ghostly place, leave!

It was not easy for him to get out of the gate of the prison, he threw himself under a nearby big tree, and vomited.

Ru Xiaonan was still sitting on the stone steps, resting her chin in boredom, and couldn't help laughing when she saw the second young master's distressed appearance.

Hearing the crisp laughter, the second young master became furious, "Shut up!" he shouted.

Ru Xiaonan was not afraid of him, she covered her mouth and continued to laugh.

The second young master wiped his mouth clean, rolled up his sleeves, and walked over here with a dark face, "Don't think that you can be so unruly just because you were adopted by the elder brother."

Xuanyu glanced at the second young master coldly, with a warning in his eyes.

The second young master had no choice but to lower his fist before raising it.

He was nearly dazzled just now, how could he do anything to this little monster here, if his elder brother found out...

No, no, you must not mess up here.

He didn't dare to look at the little monster that annoyed him anymore, and took a deep breath to try to regain his composure.

At this moment, Mr. Gu's voice came from the gate of the prison: "Master Shaoqing, it's getting late, the palace is still waiting."

"Understood, I'll go into the palace right away." The door opened, and Qing Mo came out with a blank face, the official robe on his body was covered with blood, and a strong smell of blood wafted over.

The second young master immediately recalled the scene he saw in the prison just now, bowed his head and retched.

Qing Moyan glanced over, her eyes were full of understanding.

"Qing Moyan, you're here." Ru Xiaonan stood up from the steps and threw herself into his arms without hesitation, as if she hadn't noticed that the other party was covered in blood and was full of thick Bloody gas.

The corner of Qing Moyan's mouth curled up, leaned over and hugged her, ignored his second brother, and left directly.

Sister Run'er from Qianlefang once said that if you can meet someone who won't dislike you, then do it quickly.

Smelling the musky aroma of the gentle little man in her arms, Qing Moyan sighed secretly: How long will he have to wait before he can make a move.

(End of this chapter)