Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 745
Confinement can be regarded as a unique term in the Qing Dynasty. Back then, Babeile Amin was imprisoned and died by Huang Taiji. However, this punishment actually existed in China a long time ago, and it was even more cruel. Song Qingshu was once released in Fengyang. Now he is the governor of Nanyang, the former Tang king Zhu Yujian. He was imprisoned in Fengyang Imperial Mausoleum.

The confinement is divided into the wall circle, the house circle, the sitting circle, and the human circle. The cruelty level is from top to bottom. Back then, Amin was imprisoned in a dark hut by the house circle for several years, and was locked up to death.

Dorgon seems to be quite afraid of Hauge. Confining Hauge is only a little better than sitting in a circle. The prison is less than two square meters, and his body is a little curled up when lying down. There is no window, and he can't even sleep for most of the day. If you can't even see the light, even a monk who is pure-hearted and ascetic all day long, eats vegetarian food and recites Buddhism, will probably be locked up crazy, let alone the violent and irritable Hauge.

Historically, Hauge died of illness less than a year after he was imprisoned. Many people believed that he was the murderer of Dorgon.

Even if the vast majority of the Vanguard Battalion were attracted by the riots in the city, the three of Song Yongzhong also went through a full five inspections, from the high-walled compound outside to the innermost and darkest. In Jinyiwei Prison, Oboi in front was carrying a lantern, looking inward with the faint light, and smelling the astonishing stench, even Song Yongzhong, who was used to seeing cruel scenes, couldn't help being secretly startled.

"master!"

The loyalty of masters and servants in the feudal era is not advocated by Song Qingshu now. If all the serfs are loyal to the landlords, where can he sing about his reforms? However, it does not delay people's appreciation of this kind of loyalty. Losing the lantern, he knelt down on the ground in a mournful voice. Hearing the real voice of this big and thick wild man, even A Linbao, the prison officer, and the two coated jailers beside him couldn't help but feel a little moved.

A jailer directly stepped forward and opened the tightly closed prison door, and Ao Bai rushed in, helping the unkempt man out, Song Yongzhong once again felt serious.

It is really a double torture both mentally and physically. I have seen the portrait of Hauge. This man is also a brave general of the Jianzhou Eight Banners. It can be said that he is also a war criminal with blood in his hands. If it is not worth using, he will be shot eight times. It's not too much, but now, apart from the big beard, he is skinny, and Song Yongzhong is even worried about whether he can be brought back alive.

After being locked up for a long time, Hauge couldn't even understand what he was saying, so he just nodded tremblingly.Full of nervousness, he supported Hauge to sit outside, spread out the food box for him with one hand, and at the same time, Oboi yelled at Song Yongzhong and the others arrogantly.

"Dog slave, hurry up and put the basin away!"

The prison is too small, and the tubs brought this time can’t fit in. Song Yongzhong, the two high-ranking officers of the frontline army, really acted like two handymen. After eating a few mouthfuls of Jubiliu’s pickles, Haoge simply took off his clothes and soaked his scrawny body in the water.

The narrow and dirty cell, the dark environment, next to the excrement bucket, mosquitoes and fleas are everywhere, and the body is covered with thick sores. Hauge can't wait to soak in the warm water.

"Masters, come, come, my master has been taken care of by all of you, let's talk about our hearts with Lord Qi Ao Bai, come, eat, eat!"

The food and wine in the other basket are better than those for Haoge. Quanjude’s duck and Sanheshun’s mutton box dishes are not treating Haoge harshly. It’s the environment in the prison. Good food and food can’t be preserved, only steamed buns Only salted vegetables and salted duck eggs can make Hauge eat more, and now that he is so weak, he can't bear the food and drink. Using some food and drink to please the jailer can make Hauge live better in there.

However, Oboi is an upright and domineering person, and it is impossible for him to bow his head to the lowly jailer he looked down upon before. Oboi is here to wait for the bath, while Song Yongzhong is carrying a basket, laying out the dishes one by one, before the jailer. On the seat with a smiling face politely.

Obai has been here four times, this is the first time that he can behave like this, even though he didn't come in person, several coated jailers still gathered together in a group, pushing the cups and setting them up, no one paid much attention to the sound of the water rushing The bathtub, after all, no one is interested in watching a man take a bath.

"Master, this slave will rub your back!"

Washing and washing, holding the corn bones, Oboi suddenly walked around behind Hauge, his hands shook slightly, and Song Yongzhong suddenly showed a more sincere smile.

"Grandpa, come, I'll pour you some wine."

The bodies of the two people directly blocked a large part of the bathtub, several wine glasses were filled, and even the prison officials raised their glasses cheerfully. A jailer couldn't help cursing unhappily.

"Hey, that fart!"

"Master, our master is not in good health, please forgive me, please forgive me!" Song Yongzhong hurriedly nodded with a smile on his face.

After washing for about ten minutes, Alinbao also began to feel a little guilty, dropped his wine glass and stood up shaking.

"Lord Aobai, it's alright, it's getting late now, I believe Master Hauge also knows your filial piety, and when the Prince Regent thinks about brotherhood and amnesty, he will think of you, pack up and go."

He glared at the little man angrily again, and Aobai put the big robe on him from behind like he was caring for a baby, and he was still muttering.

"Master, you can rest assured here. The little ones in the mansion are all settled down. If there are little ones to eat, they won't be hungry. Come on, put on your clothes and don't get cold!"

Wrapped in a new, wide and large black robe, dripping water came out of the basin. Before the jailer could urge him, Hauge had already ducked back into his cell, lay down against the wall, and watched him cooperate so well. However, the guards didn't bother to look any further, they locked the door directly, and the stench from their noses was flickering, and the unlucky ones hurriedly backed away a few meters.

There is no place to pour water in the prison, food boxes, bowls and chopsticks are simply not needed. Song Yongzhong and another senior officer of the selection front army carried the bathtub and wobbled out again, but this time, no one noticed. , in the past, he always looked back three times at every step, and the reluctant Oboi didn't even look back for the first time.

But looking at the rickety vat, several jailers couldn't help turning their heads and chatting with glee: "This Guerjia Oboi is really down and out, look at this bath tub, the branches underneath haven't been cleaned, and a branch came out !"

It was Alinbao who led the way again, and went back along the long road. It was already dusk at this time, but the chaos in the capital had not yet settled down. Money, got it cheap and behaved like a good boy, cupping his fists and bowing to each other with a bitter face.

"Master Aobai, don't have another time. This little one is just carrying his head for your convenience. Next time, if Master Yao asks, the value of his little head will be lost!"

He was a habitual threat, complaining deliberately, so that he could extort more money next time, but looking at his bitter face, Song Yongzhong, who was carrying the burden, suddenly showed a meaningful smile.

"Don't worry, sir, next time, I will never let you be in such trouble!"

(End of this chapter)