The weather is already cold, and the snow below seems to have given some signals to a certain group of people. This is another good time to sleep in.
Not only in books, but in everyone's life, it's not that we don't work hard, it's just that the world has already given up on us, and we are meaningless people who have made no contribution to society.
The weather may get warmer, but winter is everywhere for the poor.
Life sympathizes with those who are running for life, but it will not slow down the pace of walking. The same cold and cold getting up early, the habits formed will not be easily changed, nor do they want to change, just like the habit has him, seeing the series of footprints on the ground , Leng Bingbing didn’t think too much about it, it was her husband-in-law. Leng Bingbing didn’t follow in the footsteps of her husband-in-law, but practiced swordplay in the yard for a while. Since she had become the hostess, she couldn’t leave without any scruples, and appeared more for no reason. One house was not wasted even if Wang Bu died. The two houses were connected, so the yard was much larger. Leng Bingbing could practice swordplay in the yard without disturbing others.
Habits that are slowly formed cannot be changed even after a while, so Liu Mei and others get up early and busy themselves with their own affairs when the time comes. Because of the stimulation of money, Zhu Wuyu has also developed the habit of getting up early. A group of good people will invisibly influence bad people, and good habits will also affect others. Everyone is busy with their own things, and everyone appears busy and orderly.
Time passed in an orderly manner, the meal was ready, and the first pot of jelly beans was cooked. However, Wang Busheng, who had gone out to exercise, had not come back yet, and Leng Bingbing looked a little anxious. I feel uneasy and always feel that something bad will happen.
How can there be so many feelings in the world where you and I love you and me and you and I live and die without each other, eating is not good, sleeping and losing sleep, and even the happiest things are counting money and losing the fun. Maybe I just suddenly want to find someone to accompany me, maybe I just want to find someone. A person resists the coldness of the bed together, maybe he just longs for that trembling stimulation, even if there are unforgettable feelings, it is still the pen of a literati and the mouth of a talkative person.
Unfortunately, Leng Bingbing is a woman described by literati. She is deeply rooted in love and belongs to the kind of love that leaves a mark. The meal has been served and the breakfast is equally sumptuous. However, Wang Busheng still has not come back. In the past, my husband would definitely come back before dinner. , Xianggong said that he would rather let down the world than wrong his own belly. After all, his belly is innocent. When Wang Busi came back after not seeing him for a long time, Leng Bingbing was even more worried.
It was cold and freezing, and most of those queuing up to buy snacks were wealthy people. Naturally, the weather at the moment made it impossible to queue up to buy snacks so early, so everyone would not be busy so early, so Leng Bingbing sent Liu Mei and others Go out and look for it.
After all, the entertainment culture of the Ming Empire was really low. Liu Mei got the news about her young master without asking too much. The young master was in jail again. He hurriedly told the news to his wife. Leng Bingbing was extremely anxious and said no. To exaggerate, Leng Bingbing could single-handedly kill three people in and out of the Songjiang Mansion Prison, and still ensure that he was unharmed and could smile freely. However, going against the government would undoubtedly challenge the entire Ming Empire. He and his husband could not avoid the fate of running away. , now everything my husband-in-law owns will be in vain. It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality. No one will be willing to give up if they lose the fruits of their hard work.
If you can't use force, you can only choose other methods. After thinking about it, Leng Bingbing thought of Zhang Jinghui. To be more precise, it was Zhang Jinghui's identity. The big fish eats the small fish, the small fish eats the shrimp, and the prisoner of the small Songjiang Prefecture is the prisoner. Book probably didn't dare to touch the British Duke's tiger beard, so he ran towards the British Duke's Palace coldly and anxiously. Martial arts masters don't always rely on flying to travel, they also rely on their legs. I don't know how many falls along the way before I can catch up. I arrived at the British Government House, but unfortunately, I learned from the servants of the British Government that the eldest lady went to the Zhangjia Liang Store, and Leng Bingbing ran towards the Zhangjia Liang Store again, going back and forth for almost half a marathon, and finally hurried I quickly met Zhang Jinghui downstairs of Zhangjia Liang Store.
"Sister, something happened to my husband," Leng Bingbing said out of breath.
The Zhang family's news channels were very well-connected, and soon Lian Chunqiao brought back the news that Wang Busheng had been arrested in Songjiang Mansion Prison.
Zhang Jinghui already knew what was going on, so she said to get in the car, and the two of them rushed towards Songjiang Mansion Prison together.
Everyone is growing up, and Leng Bingbing, who has always liked to use force to solve problems, has now learned to use his brain. If Leng Bingbing breaks into the Songjiang Mansion Prison alone, things may become passive.
What a familiar feeling, like a long-awaited wanderer returning to a home without warmth. Although it is cold, it is still his own home. The lights are dazzling and the smell is pungent, including the tied position. Wang Bushit also feels uncomfortable. Large font , this is my least favorite posture, and it is inconsistent with my humble and reserved character.
When some people cry, others are happy. Often a lot of happiness is based on the pain of others. For example, a good delicacy may be the life of a certain creature. The cost of a funny language is the death of brain cells of a scholar. Li Jinzhong’s happiness That's it. At this moment, Li Jinzhong was really happy. He laughed unbridled, showing sixteen teeth, including the ugly flat conductor that looked like the incomplete half-tail of some kind of creature. He smiled from the inside out, this time. Li Jinzhong has the most sincere smile.
As a playboy in Songjiang Prefecture, Li Jinzhong has always blamed himself. After all, he is a second-generation official. He is so unsatisfactory and has not made a famous name in Songjiang Prefecture. He is ashamed of his ancestors, so Li Jinzhong plans to do it today. A spectacular event that could be passed down through the ages and shine upon his descendants. Li Jinzhong planned to survive as a widow. It is also known as Death by a Thousand Cuts.
The rich history and culture of our dynasty are unmatched by foreign barbarians. Five thousand years of culture is enough to defeat any country. Of course, the various tortures can also be written into a 10 million-word novel, such as Volume 7 of "History of the Ming Dynasty" It is recorded in the 13th "Criminal Law Chronicles" that "the cruelest one is called Pipa. Every time he plays the lute, all the bones will fall off, and the sweat will pour down like rain. He will be resurrected from the dead. This happens two or three times. Under the cruelty, there is no way to escape from prison."
There is also wooden stake torture. A wooden stick is inserted into the person's mouth, and pushed bit by bit from the stomach and intestines. In the end, the intestines are pierced and the belly is rotten. Death is unspeakably painful. And Lao Zhu The original peeled and stuffed with grass is even more terrifying. And Ling Chi, who first appeared in the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, "History of the Song Dynasty, Criminal Law Zhiyi" records that "for Ling Chi, his limbs were segmented first, and then his voice was cut off, which was the most extreme law at that time." Compared with the criminal laws of those who engaged in barbecue and hanging It's all pediatrics, children's tricks.
Speaking of Ling Chi, this is a science, and it belongs to a culture that can be written into textbooks. Ling Chi must cut 3357 times, and the last cut must ensure that the prisoner is still breathing, which means that the prisoner cannot be killed in advance. It can be said that Lingchi is a technical worker,
Lingchi is a science as well as an art. It is said that the first cut often cuts off a piece of meat from the third major muscle and throws it up to the sky. It is euphemistically called the meat of sacrifice to heaven. The second cut will cut the prisoner's scalp and pull it down. Covering the prisoner's eyes is called a sunshade. And in line with the principle of being thrifty and not wasting it, these meats can be bought and sold, and the price is not low. I heard that this meat has the effect of exorcising evil spirits, nourishing yin and nourishing yang, and nurturing descendants. As for whether it will cause people to run away after eating it. Adverse reactions such as diarrhea and diarrhea are not recorded in literature and history. However, historical records show that the record holder of this kind of punishment was the established emperor Liu Jin, followed closely by the 9,000-year-old Wei Zhongxian. This shows how endured people are when one thing is missing. Strong. Anyone who has been stabbed is a fierce person.
The person being punished may not necessarily deserve it, but the executioner is extremely evil after all. For example, Li Jinzhong has this idea at the moment.
"Haha, Wang Bu Die, I've had such a hard time looking for you." Li Jinzhong looked at Wang Bu Die's evil smile, and there were faint tears welling up. This was the excitement after the great joy. This is the joy that comes from the depths of the soul. Could this be the legendary love that is not accepted by the world?
A real man can shrink and stretch, not only his body, but also his self-esteem. Soon Wang Busheng smiled like a spring to welcome the first ray of sunshine, similar to an old bustard greeting guests, "Master Li, I love you I am also sick with longing, haven’t you seen that I have lost weight?”
"Oh, right?" Li Jinzhong was full of doubts. He leaned down and watched carefully, then smiled strangely at the corner of his mouth and turned the iron frame inadvertently. Wang Busui began to spin 360 degrees.
Wang Busui complained secretly in his heart, "Nah, the pilot recruitment is going on." Fortunately, Wang Bushit's ability to resist dizziness is not weak. Until the rotation stopped, he did not suffer from dizziness, vomiting or diarrhea or other scandals that affected the male protagonist's image. The bottom line was maintained.
"Haha, I haven't lost much weight. More than three thousand dollars is probably a bit high, but more than three hundred dollars is still okay." After watching Wang Bu Die, Li Jinzhong spoke with a serious face.
"What are you going to do?" Wang Busheng asked worriedly. How could Taijun let go of the flower girl so easily when he met her? Wang Busheng had a bad feeling.
"Ling Chi has heard of it. Well, I guess you, a country bumpkin, haven't read the book. To put it more simply, it means cutting your flesh into pieces with a thousand knives."
I haven’t read many books about Wang Immortal, but Ling Chi has heard of it. It is necessary to understand "Ten Tortures of the Manchu Qing Dynasty".
Wang Busui felt a chill in his heart. Seeing Li Jinzhong's face, which was already affecting social harmony, he looked even more ferocious at the moment. He probably acted in a horror movie, which could save the crew some expenses.
I can't be kind today. Wang Busei still knows himself. After all, he can be regarded as an enemy, but Wang Busheng never expected that the dudes of the Ming Empire would be so terrifying. They regard human life as nothing, treat the king's law as nothing, and killing people is illegal. Of course, what Wang Busheng didn't know was that as long as there was a proper reason, killing someone would not cause much trouble.
"Master Li, no, no," Wang Bushu began to shout loudly and beg for mercy regardless of his image.
"Ah ha ha ha ha." Li Jinzhong smiled happily. He was happier than when his wife returned home after three years and gave birth to a big fat boy for him. "Just scream, scream as hard as you can, no one will come to save you even if your throat is broken." ".
Zhu Xiluo was stingy, but he would still take what should be taken, and officials who should be greedy would still be greedy. As a result, many official buildings of the Ming Empire were products of cut corners. If they did not collapse, it could only be the blessing of the ancestors of the old Zhu family. Therefore, the sound insulation effect of the interrogation room was very poor, and Wang Busheng's shouts naturally reached the door.
It is not just the aunts but also the uncles who like to gossip. The long nights cannot be spent. It will cost double the money to hire a lady for the night. It is not bad for the official to give up the service of the ladies and listen to the corner in line with the virtue of thrift.
"Have you heard that something happened between Mr. Li and Mr. Xie from the prefect's family a few days ago?"
"What happened, what happened", gossip is always a favorite. No one is exempt.
The person who broke the news made fists with both hands, then stretched out two thumbs, and then put the fingertips together.
The officials understood instantly and were shocked, "No way, those officials and young men are having so much fun."
"Why not? My second uncle's uncle's cousin's daughter's brother-in-law's sister-in-law works at the Whiskey Tavern. She told me personally. Many people saw it at that time. The two came out of the house. The clothes were torn, Mr. Xie covered his buttocks, his steps were staggering, he staggered and almost fell down several times, it was obviously the result of someone having his anus exploded."
"it is true?"
"Isn't it possible to lie to you? Moreover, Mr. Li of our family at that time" the whistleblower pointed at the listener's lower body and said with great envy, "The lower part is still very strong and the golden gun has not fallen down."
The audience admired him in admiration and couldn't help but extend their thumbs and praised "Young Master is mighty".
A man with such physical strength and endurance is something that everyone would envy, and of course official duties are no exception.
The officials outside the interrogation room were still talking a lot, and the story in the interrogation room was not over yet.
Faced with an unsolvable dilemma, begging for mercy is the only option, even if it is useless to fetch water from a bamboo basket.
"Master Li, if you have something to say, please say it. I know I was wrong. Can I apologize?"
"What do you think?" Li Jinzhong smiled ghostly, looking exactly like the protagonist in a human-meat barbecued pork bun.
"Otherwise, I'll pay for it." When it comes to money, Wang Bushu feels a little distressed. He earns it every penny. It's hard-earned money, so it's not easy.
"Haha, you think I'm missing out on you for that little money? Don't worry, I'll pay for your funeral expenses and I'll be responsible for the memorial service."
"Even if you wear sackcloth and show filial piety, I don't want to die as my son," Wang Busui murmured in his heart.
"Be obedient to my master, and you will save yourself the hardship. Don't worry, I will be gentle and won't hurt you."
"Mr. Li is so considerate." The person who broke the news showed an expression of envy, jealousy, or remembering some painful experience, touched his buttocks, and burst into tears.
Li Jinzhong took out the dagger from his arms and approached Wang Immortal step by step, just like the death-calling talisman of the King of Hell, the black and white life-threatening flags heralded the countdown of Wang Immortal's life.
