"Uh huh..."
"Uh-huh...wuwuwuwu..."
No one cared about the origin and background of the small flag officer of the Beijing Army. He was tightly tied to the tiger bench, his head dripping with sweat, and his eyes stared at Zhang Hui in horror as he kept approaching him.
The long-arm spoon filled with molten iron and the bone scraper blooming with cold light are like the black and white impermanence that enchants the soul.
A piece of smelly cloth that came from nowhere was stuffed into his mouth, and the little flag official could only whimper with a pleading look on his face.
And because of excessive panic, Xiaoqi Guan's enlarged eyes continued to shrink.
"You can only see me now because you are afraid."
Zhang Hui's throat made a sound like a saw with a gap pulling on a piece of wood: "I know your look very clearly, far better than the people in Taiyuan Hospital. Because everyone will be the same as you are now."
"do not be afraid."
"Death only happens in an instant. Most people will faint without even being hit by the axe, and die without feeling a trace of pain."
Zhang Hui pressed forward step by step, and a few drops of the molten iron in the long-armed spoon had already hit the wall of the spoon, escaped, and landed on the exposed thigh of the little flag officer.
In the dark interrogation room, a burst of sizzling sounds suddenly sounded.
Then the little flag officer let out bursts of whimpering and moaning again.
What he hopes most now is that just like what the devil in front of him said, he can faint and die without any intuition.
However, no matter how hard Xiaoqi Guan tried, his consciousness became clearer and clearer.
Just like what the demon in front of me said, I tried my best to drive him out of my sight, but no matter what, my sight would always be occupied by this demon.
Zhang Hui, however, had no intention of letting go of this damn little flag officer of the Imperial Army who dared to betray the imperial court.
If it weren't for the seriousness of the matter, Zhang Hui would not be willing to take action personally. The few apprentices he has recently trained still need more training.
"Actually, I know that as long as I take the thing out of your mouth now, you will definitely tell everything."
Zhang Hui had already hung the long-armed ladle filled with molten iron on the little flag officer's leg. His shining green eyes were staring at the frightened little flag officer who was sweating profusely. He held up the bone scraper and stuck out his tongue. Licking the blade.
"It's just that, in order to ensure that what you said is not missing, I always have to use the punishment first."
"Please forgive me and be patient. It will be over soon."
abnormal!
This man is a crazy pervert!
The speechless little flag officer could only stare blankly as the demon general slowly tilted the long-arm ladle filled with molten iron on his thigh.
The red iron-water solution, like honey that had been boiled for a long time, flowed down from the long-arm spoon in strands, and then fell on the skin and flesh of the thigh.
A stinging pain awakened Xiao Qiguan's already drowsy consciousness. His eyes were staring blankly at his thigh, which was turning into a pit at a speed visible to the naked eye, and its scope was getting larger and larger.
The smell of burning lake instantly entered the little flag official's nose.
Finally, after letting the pain last for a long time, Xiaoqiguan finally fainted.
However, Zhang Hui did not stop what he was doing.
Tai Hospital also needs his summary report so that more kind-hearted people and officers and soldiers of Ming Dynasty can receive more necessary medical assistance.
The burning smell in the darkroom became stronger and stronger.
The boning knife in Zhang Hui's hand was already covered with blood, and he kept reporting data and summary points one by one. The two subordinates were already used to it, and they held paper and pen to record with calm and numb expressions.
Time flows by drop by drop.
When Zhang Hui began to roughly sprinkle the hemostatic powder on Xiaoqiguan's legs, Xiaoqiguan, who seemed to have become a different person, finally slowly woke up.
Zhang Hui's eyes suddenly lit up and a smile appeared on his face: "Are you awake?"
A flash of panic flashed in the little flag official's eyes, and then turned into numbness, like dementia.
Zhang Hui didn't care about this, but asked two of his subordinates who had recorded the data required by the hospital to get another interrogation transcript and prepare to record the content related to the case.
He moved a stool and walked beside the little flag officer.
He held the boning knife in his hand, pressed it against the exposed white bones of the little flag official, and plunged it in at once.
The flag officer twitched for a while, and Zhang Hui finally removed the smelly cloth stuffed in his mouth.
"Now, I ask and you answer. If the answer is not good, I don't mind providing more detailed research data to Taiyuan Hospital."
The little flag official, whose mouth was free, just groaned in a muffled voice. When he heard Zhang Hui's words at this moment, his eyes actually showed a look of calmness and joy.
"When did you start..."
Just as Zhang Hui asked, there was already a burst of footsteps behind him.
His ears twitched. Because he had been studying prisoners in this prison for a long time at the request of the Taiyuan Hospital, Zhang Hui could clearly distinguish the footsteps of His Highness Taisun.
Hearing the footsteps, Zhang Hui immediately stood up and turned around.
"My subordinates see Your Highness Taisun."
Zhu Yunxi frowned and looked at the dim interrogation room, forgetting to take a look at the little flag official who was tied to the tiger bench and had already become incontinent and his thighs were full of flesh and blood.
"Why is it such a mess?"
Zhang Hui turned around and glanced at the little flag official who had long been numb as if he had lost his soul. He smiled slightly and said, "It is my subordinate who deserves to die. I will definitely not let His Highness witness the scene of being tortured next time."
Zhu Yunxi curled his lips and his face became a little tense.
He glared at Zhang Hui, who was still smiling at him, thinking he was being attentive.
"You can come as you wish."
Zhang Hui responded, looking very happy.
Zhu Yunxi waved his hand and looked at the little flag officer who was staring at him. I couldn't see a trace of begging or pain in the other person's eyes.
"Isn't my family treating you well?"
Zhu Yunxi just asked this question, and then stood under the only small window that let in sunlight.
The little flag officer groaned twice because of the pain in his body, but his eyes were strangely calm: "Your Highness treated me very well. The post station was reorganized, the tax office was reorganized, and the imperial court resettled countless disabled brothers in the army. . The brothers who suppressed the Japanese army and conquered the south were rewarded fairly and their military merits were recorded."
Zhu Yunxi frowned and turned his back silently.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Hui immediately stepped forward, waved his hand and slapped the flag officer hard on the face: "Then you still want to do such a thing!"
Blood flowed from the corner of the little flag official's mouth, mixed with saliva, but there was an ugly smile on his face.
"It's because my subordinates are greedy and always think that they should have a better life."
Zhang Hui showed contempt on his face and turned to look at the back of the emperor's grandson: "Asshole, you have obviously been on the inspection list of the martial arts hall. As long as you enter the martial arts hall, you may not be able to become a general in our Ming army in the future. , as long as you dare to fight hard, there will be no good life!"
The little flag officer smiled mockingly, shook his head and lowered his head silently.
The corners of his mouth began to flow uncontrollably and drip with blood mixed with saliva.
After a while.
The flag official whispered: "Ask me, I will tell you everything. Please finish me off when you are done."
Zhang Hui's face brightened: "Who instigated you and Dashengguan Chenjiacun to collude with each other to leak the news?"
"It's the monk of Longquan Temple on Daishan Mountain/Daishengguan Mountain in Dashengguan."
Zhang Hui paused for a moment, obviously a little surprised by this answer.
He couldn't help but turn his head again to look at the emperor's grandson who was bathing in the sunlight behind the small window.
Zhu Yunxi's eyelids sank and he whispered: "Go on."
Only then did Zhang Hui dare to continue asking the flag officer: "How many people in the Beijing army are like you?"
The flag officer raised his head and looked at Zhang Hui, shaking his head: "I don't know, I always contacted him on the pretext of going up the mountain to offer incense when I returned to Chenjia Village."
Zhang Hui asked again: "Did you let the current rumors about Dasheng Pass spread out in Chenjia Village?"
The little flag officer nodded: "If you spread the word, I can get three thousand acres of land and three thousand taels of silver, no matter where I am. Chen Sheng and Chen Sanhu of Chenjiacun can each get five hundred taels of silver. If we want to leave, Zhongyuan, they will arrange for us to go to Champa Road."
Zhang Hui's brows furrowed more and more. As he asked more in-depth, the answers he got became more and more frightening. Even though he had used countless execution methods in this prison that could make gods and ghosts fearful, he also gave birth to... He hesitated to continue asking.
After pondering for a long time, Zhang Hui continued to ask: "What else are you going to do after the rumors spread this time? Three thousand acres of land and money, I'm afraid I won't just let you spread rumors."
Zhang Hui stared at the little flag official with burning eyes, unwilling to let go of any unnoticeable change on the other person's face.
The flag officer looked at Zhang Hui with numb eyes, enduring the pain, grinning: "They said that many people in the Beijing army will leave Beijing this time, and they want us to inform them of the location of the Beijing troops leaving Beijing at any time. .”
Zhang Hui was stunned for a moment and asked: "Why do they need to know this? How can they contact you?"
The flag officer shook his head sadly: "I don't know, they didn't say what they would do after knowing this. If they want to contact us, they will take the initiative to find us."
Zhang Hui asked again: "Then how do you know who is looking for you?"
The little flag officer closed his mouth, lowered his head and shook his head.
Zhang Hui was a little anxious, wanting to know more details. He waved the boning knife in his hand twice, and his eyes became sinister.
"Make it clear! Otherwise..."
"That's enough!" Zhu Yunxi turned around, his face as gloomy as a puddle of stagnant water, looked at the nervous Zhang Hui, and snorted coldly: "Give him a good time."
Zhang Hui's eyes flashed, and he turned sideways to watch Taisun walking outside. Then he turned around, turned the boning knife in his hand, and looked at the flag officer.
"Don't worry, since His Highness said it, you will do it faster and I won't let you feel anything."
The little flag officer chuckled twice, raised his head, held his neck high, and looked at Zhang Hui calmly.
"Human, having too many desires is not..."
"Gu Gu Gu Gu..."
Zhang Hui covered Xiaoqi Guan's eyes with one hand, and slid the boning knife across his neck with one hand.
The blade is as sharp as a cicada's wings cutting through paper.
Blood gushed out like a spring, but when Zhang Hui let go of his hands, there was really no trace of pain on Xiao Qiguan's face.
…
"The wind and snow have become lighter."
Zhu Yunxi, who walked out of the prison in full clothes, stood in the courtyard of a locust tree with only one leaf missing. He looked up at the sky with only scattered snowflakes falling, and exhaled a cloud of white smoke and hot air.
Tian Mai was waiting in the locust tree courtyard. When he saw his grandson coming out, he stepped closer in the snow and said, "Your Highness."
Zhu Yunxi's eyes flickered and he looked at Tian Mai: "The matter has been found out, but not everything has been found out."
Tian Mai raised his head with confusion in his eyes.
After thinking for a moment, Tian Mai whispered: "Do you want my subordinates to hand over the confession transcripts so that the secret guards can continue to investigate secretly?"
Jin Yiwei is Ming Dynasty's spy, but it can also be said that he is under everyone's nose. But the secret guards are different. There are very few people who know about their existence.
Just like, who could have known that the current official celebrity of the Ming Dynasty, a high-ranking border official like Si Gao Yangzhi, the chief envoy of Jiaozhi Road, would also be a member of the secret guard?
Zhu Yunxi pondered for a moment, then shook his head and refused: "There is no need to check. What is going on in this matter has actually been made clear."
"But..." Tian Mai still wanted to find out everything.
Zhu Yunxi looked at the other party: "If you don't investigate this place, please tell me to investigate the Beijing troops in and out of Beijing. Anyone who is suspected will be recorded in the eucalyptus and handed over to the Jinyi Guards for arrest."
Those who were supposed to be fasting, chanting Buddha's name, and living alone had their hands in the Ming army.
This is something Zhu Yunxi will never allow.
Although Tian Mai didn't know what happened in the imperial prison just now, he knew from the look on his grandson's face that things might not be that simple, so he immediately bowed and clasped his fists to accept the order.
At this time, Zhang Hui, who had killed the flag officer, had already walked out of the prison while wiping his hands with a rag.
He must have been in prison for a long time. The moment Zhang Hui stepped out of prison, he visibly narrowed his eyes and lowered his head.
"Your Highness, do you want Sun Qianhu to take someone over to Chenjia Village in Dasheng Pass?"
Zhang Hui asked in a low voice, then grabbed a ball of snow at his feet and melted it on his hand to take away the blood stains on the back of his palm that had dried and could not be wiped off.
Zhu Yunxi looked back at the blood spots falling on Zhang Hui's hand along with the melting snow: "Take the people there yourself."
Then, Zhu Yunxi snorted: "Can our Ming Dynasty produce Chen Sheng?"
Zhang Hui smiled in agreement and whispered: "It's just the same name. There will be no pre-Qin radical change in the Ming Dynasty."
Zhu Yunxi nodded: "Go."
Zhang Hui bowed to accept the order, passed Taisun, and walked outside the locust tree.
Taisun did not let Sun Qianhu take people to Dashengguan, but wanted to take people there himself. His meaning was very clear. This matter must be done with heavy ceremony, which probably meant that no one would be left behind.
Regarding other things, I am not as good as Sun Qianhu.
When it comes to killing people, Sun Qianhu is not as good as himself.
Tian Mai watched Zhang Hui, the God of Death, finally leave the imperial prison. His thoughts flashed in his mind, and he lowered his head and whispered, "Your Highness, do you want to return home?"
Zhu Yunxi raised his head over the eaves of Jinyiwei Yamen and looked outside: "We haven't gone to Chaoyang Gate yet."
…
"Although the wind and snow outside are a little lighter now, you have been stationed in Yunnan for many years, conquering the natives. Now that you have returned to the capital, you should cultivate yourself. With the support of your superiors and military guards, nothing major will happen in the capital."
In the Chaoyang Gate Tower, Zhu Yunxi put the eight-treasure tea he had brought from the Jinyiwei Yamen on a small stove to cook. He smiled and persuaded Mu Ying, who was pulled in from the outside, while throwing a few things in his hands. Grilled on the charcoal stove aside.
Mu Ying was covered in armor. Because of the iron armor on her body, she could only sit opposite Zhu Yunxi with her back straight and her legs spread.
Because of the baking of the stove next to him, the snow brought in from the outside on his body was melting rapidly, and then turned into snow water and dripped along the armor and dripped on the ground.
Mu Ying looked at her grandson-in-law sitting in front of her, waiting for the eight-treasure tea to be cooked, and said with a chuckle: "If you don't have faith in the army, you can't establish authority. Since I made a promise in front of all the officials, I must execute it meticulously."
The spout of the teapot began to make a gurgling sound, and clouds of steam came out.
Zhu Yunxi shook his head helplessly, poured a cup of eight-treasure tea for Mu Ying, and then poured a cup for himself. After taking a sip, he continued: "With my father-in-law in Beijing, I feel that I am not afraid at all when doing things."
Mu Ying, who was about to drink tea, raised her eyebrows slightly, put down the tea cup silently, and looked at Zhu Yunxi solemnly: "A very difficult thing?"
Zhu Yunxi nodded and smiled: "Buddhists, they are supposed to be a group of foreign experts who do not like the fireworks of the world, but they also have the idea of enjoying the fireworks of the world."
Mu Ying fell silent.
Buddhism in the Ming Dynasty is a special existence. It is so special that almost every royal prince who joins the feudal clan will be accompanied by a master from Buddhism.
The reasons for this are far back, and it is not appropriate to be too public about them now.
But everyone knows what the consequences of such an approach will be. Zhaozhaoqing's history has countless past experiences from which people can draw lessons.
Therefore, in recent years, in order to balance this force outside the court, the court has repeatedly expressed its attention to Taoism.
In particular, Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang Mountain in Daomen is the most respected.
At the beginning of Hongwu, the Ming army entered Shu. At that time, the Wulong, Nanyan and Zixiao palaces on Mount Taihe were all destroyed in the war. Zhang Sanfeng led his disciples to rebuild the Taoist temple and persuaded the King of Shu, Zhu Chun, to become a Taoist but failed, and then disappeared from the world.
In the seventeenth year of Hongwu, Zhu Yuanzhang asked Zhang Sanfeng to serve as a foreigner, but failed.
In the eighteenth year of Hongwu's reign, he sent people to invite Sanfeng again, but failed.
In the twenty-fourth year of Hongwu's reign, he sent people to ask for Sanfeng again, but it failed.
After three requests, Taoist Sanfeng was nowhere to be seen. However, the emperor did not show any dissatisfaction. Instead, in the 25th year of Hongwu's reign, he continued to send people to look for him. Finally, they met him by chance, but he had not yet entered the capital.
In the twenty-sixth year of Hongwu that had just passed, there were rumors that Taoist Sanfeng had perfected the elixir and had ascended to the highest level.
But the imperial court never stopped searching for Taoist Sanfeng.
Everything clearly shows that the court attaches great importance to Taoism, and the real reason is more to balance these external forces.
He was a divine figure, and no one would study the longevity of Taoist Sanfeng in detail.
The balance between the two gates is what the court needs to achieve.
But now, it is obvious that one of them has a big problem.
In view of the folk rumors about how the Ming Dynasty was founded, the imperial court could only be cautious in dealing with these matters.
After thinking clearly about the cause and effect, Mu Ying took a deep breath and whispered: "What are you going to do, Your Highness?"
Zhu Yunxi smiled slightly, raised the cup with eight treasure tea in his hand, and raised it slightly to signal Mu Yuezhang to drink tea.
After taking a brief sip, he said calmly: "Imitate the footsteps of the ancients."
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