He Zhenfu pursed his lips, pointed to the list, and said in a thin voice: "Sir, that Jiang Erliang and Chief Jiang are also on the list."
Han Changmu glanced at He Zhenfu: "You have the guts to take people to the dungeon, why don't you have the guts to torture them?"
He Zhenfu touched the tip of his nose and smiled bitterly. He didn't have the courage to provoke the seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's door, but when the big steward heard that all the people in the mansion would be detained and rigorously interrogated one by one, he went crazy. He seems to be provocative and talking nonsense at the same time. His behavior is so abnormal that everyone will think that there is something wrong with him.
He Zhenfu was so angry that he arrested Jiang Erliang.
Seeing that He Zhenfu was silent, Han Changmu only smiled in embarrassment and fear. He also smiled faintly: "Okay, let's use torture. What can be found out is naturally the best. If nothing can be found out, it doesn't matter. I am Naturally, I have the ability to deal with the aftermath, and I will not let Mr. Jiang Ge get angry with you."
He Zhenfu got Han Changmu's correct words, and he tortured all the people detained in the dungeon of the Internal Security Department like a bear's heart and a leopard's courage. Of course, Jiang Erliang, who pretended to be crazy and acted like a fool, was the first to be tortured. .
This punishment was not a matter of urgency. In just one day, Jiang Erliang became even more crazy.
Every sentence seems to be nonsense, but upon closer inspection, there seems to be an ulterior motive in each of these crazy words.
He Zhenfu took several pages of crazy words and went to see Han Changmu. He felt that there was another storm of curses waiting for him ahead.
Han Changmu read these confessions with a calm expression. Surprisingly, he didn't get angry. He just held his forehead and remained silent.
He Zhenfu curled his neck and waited for a long time. Before he could get any angry words, he quietly raised his head and took a careful look at Han Changmu.
Han Changmu rubbed his brows in distress: "According to your opinion, is Jiang Erliang really crazy or pretending to be crazy?"
He Zhenfu shook his head: "Really crazy or pretending to be crazy? It's hard to tell because of your humble position, but Jiang Erliang is indeed crazy."
Han Changmu concentrated for a moment and asked calmly: "How many torture instruments in the dungeon did Jiang Erliang use?"
He Zhenfu said: "More than half."
Han Changmu suddenly became suspicious, tapped the desk with his finger, and glanced at He Zhenfu casually: "Jiang Erliang, a manager, was able to withstand many torture instruments of the Internal Health Department without losing his life. In the end, you said it was because the torture instruments of the Internal Health Department were useless. Or are Jiang Erliang's bones too hard?"
He Zhenfu suddenly understood. He pinched the pieces of paper and cursed angrily through gritted teeth: "How dare you, you fucking bastard, play tricks on me!!"
After cursing these words, he suddenly realized where he was and touched the back of his head, his face red with embarrassment.
Han Changmu didn't take it seriously and said with an indifferent expression: "Let's go to the trial."
He Zhenfu smiled and retreated quickly.
It had been raining for two days in a row, and the rain was fine and cool, washing down continuously from the roof tiles. A moist mist rose from the corridor. As soon as the door curtain fell, the clear mist rushed in.
The green bricks on the ground were not very smooth, and rainwater dripped on the ground, forming small puddles with slight ripples.
Han Changmu sat under the window and wrote a secret letter with a pen. He had just sealed it in the wax pill. When he looked up, he quickly stuffed the wax pill into the box at hand, held up the oil-paper umbrella erected by the door, and walked quickly. In the rain.
his
The steps were brisk, and the crystal clear water splashed into the distance.
"Why are you here? It's still raining. Your injury hasn't healed yet. If you get cold again, it will really make things worse." Han Changmu supported Yao Yao, and his sleeves were soaked with coldness as soon as he took them. He noticed that the wrists under the sleeves were not very thin, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Yao Yao smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, it's just a little rain. The spring rain won't be cool."
The two people gathered up their umbrellas and swung the water away, then stood them up next to the door. The remaining rainwater on the umbrellas slid along the surface to the ground, and soon spread a deep and shallow water mark.
Although it is early spring and the coldness of winter has long gone, there is still a damp coolness in the room after a spring rain.
After entering the room, Han Changmu hurriedly asked Jin Yu to bring in a charcoal basin for Yao Yao to bake the clothes.
Yao Yao smiled and looked at Han Changmu's busy work, and felt a little embarrassed: "Stop working, sir. I came here because I have something to ask."
Han Changmu smiled and pushed the charcoal basin towards Yao Yao: "My hair is wet, let's grill it again."
Yao Yao followed her words, loosened her bun, and let her long hair fall down. She tilted her head slightly, and moist moisture lingered out.
Han Changmu leaned forward and asked, "What's the matter? Just ask Jin Yu to pass a message and I'll come over."
Yao Yao said he didn't dare, and asked probingly: "My lord, just now the second mother came to see Beizhi. She said that Gu Dalang's condition had worsened, so the Lord moved him out. After all, Beizhi and Gu Dalang were old friends and wanted to visit him." I don’t know if it’s convenient for him.”
Upon hearing this, Han Changmu suddenly dropped the faint smile on his face, and a coldness calmly dissipated. He tilted his head and looked at Yao Yao without saying anything.
Yao Yao noticed the change in Han Changmu's mood. She didn't understand where this change came from. She called Han Changmu in confusion: "Sir?"
Han Changmu blinked, coughed slightly, and said with his usual expression: "Are you familiar with Gu Dalang?"
Yao Yao was stunned for a moment and then said hesitantly: "I don't think I'm familiar with him. It's just that Gu Dalang saved me once six years ago, and I just reciprocated."
Han Changmu nodded: "Then it means that you are not familiar with Gu Dalang and have no deep feelings for him. You are just repaying the kindness of saving your life."
Yao Yao frowned: "Emotions? Don't be ridiculous, sir. What kind of relationship can Bei Zhi and Gu Dalang have? Bei Zhi doesn't even know his name. He just calls him Da Lang Da Lang."
Han Changmu breathed a sigh of relief and said solemnly: "Then, I can tell you the truth about Gu Dalang. As for whether to tell Li Erniang, it is up to you."
Yao Yao was completely stunned. Looking at Han Changmu's serious face, she suddenly felt ominous. She subconsciously didn't want to hear it, but she still wanted to know whether Gu Dalang was her savior and the person she had protected for so long. .
She nodded: "Sir, please tell me."
Han Changmu added a few pieces of charcoal to the charcoal basin, and the flames burned brighter, making people feel a little hot.
He spoke in a deep voice and explained everything Gu Rong told him in detail, trying to use the calmest and gentlest tone to avoid irritating Yao Yao. After all, in this matter, Yao Yao's savior was the real one. Gu Dalang had already died innocently, but the person she had always treated sincerely and had the right to protect was actually
A wolf.
This narration took a long time. Yao Yao's hair and clothes had been dried, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead.
Seeing this, Han Changmu moved the charcoal basin far away, poured another cup of hot tea, and put it into Yao Yao's slightly trembling hands.
Yao Yao lowered her head, the hot air wrapped in the fragrance of tea on her face. She was immersed in peace, but her heart was fluctuating violently.
There was some pain in her heart.
It's hard to say how deeply she loves Gu Dalang.
It was just that Gu Dalang risked his life to save her once during the fight with the death guards. This kind of life-saving grace is rare among ordinary people, let alone in a life-and-death fight with the death guards.
He saved her, almost in exchange for his life.
It was precisely because of this that she never doubted him, that she helped him almost stubbornly, and that she devoted everything she had to finding out the truth.
She held a tea cup filled with the fragrance of tea, her brows were soaked in the heat, and she murmured word by word: "Did he tell you where he buried Gu Dalang?"
Han Changmu couldn't bear to say: "As I said, there are many abandoned wells in the palace. He randomly found one and threw Gu Dalang down. Now he can't remember the specific location of that well."
Yao Yao was silent for a long time, which made Han Changmu panic, and then she slowly spoke: "Just hide this matter from Er Niang, let her think she is a girl from the Li family, find a suitable time, Tell her again that Gu Dalang is dead." She suddenly raised her head, with a calm expression on her face, and the ends of her eyes were slightly red: "Second Niang is someone who can't stand up. There is still a shortage of maids in the mansion, so it is convenient to keep Er Niang in the mansion. ?”
Han Changmu concentrated for a moment: "Let me find a safe place for her to go."
Yao Yao twitched the corner of his lips and showed an extremely ugly smile: "That's fine, thank you sir."
Although her face was calm and her expression was the same, she still felt a dull pain in her heart. She pressed her heart and was about to stand up and leave.
Han Changmu grabbed Yao Yao's wrist and couldn't bear it: "A Yao, if I knew you would be so sad, I would never tell you."
Yao Yao smiled bitterly: "Don't worry, sir. I'll be fine in my humble position."
Han Changmu added: "After the trial of Gu Rong is over, I will hand him over to you and you will deal with him personally."
Yao Yao suddenly raised his head, looked at Han Changmu and smiled bitterly: "My lord, do you think it's sad because you are in a humble position because you are being used and deceived?"
Han Changmu was stunned for a moment: "Isn't it?"
Yao Yao closed his eyes: "It's a pity to be humble. The real Gu Dalang was very skilled. He saved humble post from the wolves back then, but he was still unscathed. Who would have thought that he would die so miserable and silently later? Be replaced by someone else.”
She thought, this is the impermanence of fate, which always changes the fate of some people quietly.
Han Changmu raised his hand and wanted to touch Yao Yao's hair, but it stopped in mid-air.
He retracted his hand without leaving a trace and said indifferently: "I went to the battlefield at the age of fourteen and served in the Han family army for twelve years. In the end, there were only three or two people who could make me hand over my back without any scruples."
Yao Yao smiled, accepting Han Changmu's good intentions to comfort her, and suddenly remembered something and asked: "Sir, Gu Rong confessed that he killed Gu Dalang, but he and Gu Dalang were far apart in age. He Why did you choose Gu Dalang?"
