After interrogating for a long time, Zhan Hui, the right servant of the Ministry of Justice, who was a little thirsty, looked at Qin Geng: "You, make me a cup of tea."
Qin Geng responded and went to make tea, which would have caused problems. Qin Geng chose the best tea, Anxi Tieguanyin.
When it was delivered to him, Qin Geng specially reminded: "Be careful as it is hot."
Zhan Hui took it and drank it. The next moment, he spit it out when it was hot and cursed.
In his eyes, these low-level little jailers were no different from the lowest slaves.
Hit me if you want, scold me if I want to.
If it weren't for the presence of Jin Yiwei and people from Dongchang today, he would have taken action directly.
"Let you be arrogant for a while, and I will deal with you sooner or later."
Qin Geng secretly said.
This is the confidence of the immortals.
Zhan Huihuo stood up, came to Mr. Zhang, and asked with a righteous face: "Tell me, who else is Zhang Dang?"
Mr. Zhang, who was covered in blood and miserable, sneered and said, "Aren't you just Zhang Dang? Your son is doing business with me, and I still have an account."
"Even when death is imminent, he still bites randomly."
Zhan Hui had a sneer on his face.
From the corner of his eye, he secretly glanced at the reactions of Dongchang and Jinyiwei.
I found that the way these people looked at him was similar to the way they looked at the Zhang family.
My heart skipped a beat.
"Zhan Hui is my father's party member, Zhan Hui is my father's party party"
The eldest son of the Zhang family shouted at the top of his lungs.
"He, he slandered me, he slandered me..."
Zhan Hui looked around and defended in a panic.
The next moment, Zhan Hui was captured by the Jin Yiwei who rushed up.
Qin Geng was dumbfounded. The speed of his fall was too fast.
Then there was ecstasy, thirty seconds to the east of the river, thirty seconds to the west of the river, don't bully the young man into poverty, he can take revenge and go back.
Then, there is fear. There is no sense of security in this world at all. One moment it was fine, but the next moment it is ruined.
"You must be careful, no matter how careful you are, you only eat melons and don't participate."
Qin Geng reminded himself in his heart.
While Qin Geng was thinking about it, Mr. Zhan Hui, the right minister of the Ministry of Punishment, proposed a free house. I wonder if it was the bad taste of the people from Jinyiwei and Dongchang, which happened to be next door to the Zhang family.
"You bitch, when my father was still here, you were just wagging your tail and begging for mercy like a dog. Now my family is in trouble, adding insult to injury. Now it's better."
Mr. Zhang leaned against the wall and laughed, then spit out a mouthful of blood.
Days of torture had damaged his internal organs.
In the cell next door, Old God Zhan Hui closed his eyes and ignored the eldest son of the Zhang family who insulted him. After all, even if the Zhang family scolded each other, he would still be indispensable.
His only worry now is that his backer will abandon him.
Seeing that he had nothing to do, Qin Geng went to the kitchen. After a moment, he came out with a big wooden bucket containing rice porridge and a lunch box with an expressionless face, and put the meals one by one.
After these days of training, Qin Geng has been able to do it without spilling a drop. Of course, the premise is to give benefits.
In a blink of an eye, he arrived at the cell where Zhan Hui was. The environment is very good, with clean beds and cabinets. After all, he is the third-in-command of the Ministry of Justice, and his treatment will not get worse until he is completely dismissed.
Qin Geng put the barrel aside, placed the lunch box in front of Zhan Hui, and opened it. There was not only good wine but also roast chicken inside.
Zhan Hui, who was dozing, opened his eyes and said with a gentle expression: "I remember you, your name is Qin Geng."
What appears to be a simple statement is actually a threat.
"My lord, you have such a good memory."
Qin Geng said with a smile.
"I don't know anyone from the top to the bottom of the Ministry of Punishment, from the minister to the official jailer."
After Zhan Hui finished speaking, he added: "What matters in officialdom is not political performance, nor how big a mistake has been made, but standing in line. As long as the backer is still there, the official will not collapse."
"Sir, you are joking, how could you collapse?"
Qin Geng poured the wine mixed with urine to Zhan Hui.
This is just the beginning. If the situation continues to be unfavorable to Zhan Hui, he will make Zhan Hui kneel on the ground and call him grandpa.
Zhan Hui took a sip of the wine and commented: "This is my first time drinking wine from Tianlao. It tastes pretty good."
“If you like you, drink more.”
After Qin Geng finished speaking, he picked up the barrel and walked towards other cells.
That night, Zhan Hui was taken to prison by Jin Yiwei.
This means that Zhan Hui is doomed.
His political opponents would not miss this opportunity to kill him.
His backers will consider whether to give up on him.
Next, Qin Geng resumed his simple life of two points and one line.
Of course, practicing Qianyuan Blood Burning Technique has not fallen behind.
Although the progress is not fast, Qin Geng is not in a hurry. He has plenty of time.
this day.
A cold windy morning.
Warm as spring in the prison.
Qin Geng was gambling with Lu Jianxing and others. His luck was particularly good today and he won again and again.
Many people are already green-faced.
This is not what a Taoist person should do.
Qin Geng then deliberately lost a few games and spit out most of the money he won. Smiles bloomed on everyone's faces again.
Everyone likes to take advantage of others rather than being taken advantage of.
“It’s boring if you don’t play anymore”
Qin Geng pretended to be anxious about losing.
Then he walked to the side and sat down, drinking and eating the unfinished fennel beans.
It suddenly became noisy outside.
When I walked out, I saw that a certain cell was crowded with people. When I walked up, I saw that all the Zhang family members were dead. Their bodies were stiff and their faces were pale. Mr. Zhang, who was leaning against the wall, even had very ugly corpse spots on his face. , obviously been dead for a long time.
"well"
Qin Geng sighed softly.
Pei Lun suddenly appeared like a ghost: "What are you sighing for? I want to die."
"I don't"
Qin Geng denied it.
I was secretly vigilant in my heart, and I must be more careful in the future.
This is not the future, but a society of autocratic monarchs where everything depends on God's will. If one is not careful, one's life will be lost.
Pei Lun warned: "In our line of work, remember to be careful with what you say! Be careful with what you say!"
"I don't"
Qin Geng continued to deny.
"Yes, you can't admit it after being beaten to death."
Pei Lun showed a satisfied expression and lowered his voice and said, "It was the superiors who ordered them to starve to death."
"above"
Qin Geng subconsciously glanced upward.
The person mentioned above is obviously Emperor Wanlong. Rumor has it that Emperor Wanlong was often disciplined by Zhang Shuyue as a son when he was a child, and he hated his teacher. Qin Geng still didn't believe it, thinking that this action was just to attack Zhang Dang and quell public anger. Now he believes it, otherwise there would be no need to do so cruelly.
Pei Lun took out a bulging paper bag from his arms and opened it, revealing candied dates.
"Do you want to eat or not?"
This guy really never forgets to eat.
"eat"
Qin Geng pinched one and put it in his mouth. It was very sweet.
The next moment, Qin Geng also took out an oil paper bag from his arms.
"what?"
"Fire Crystal Persimmon"
Qin Geng discovered that Pei Lun especially liked eating fire crystal persimmons, so he liked him.
"Okay, okay, my love for you is not in vain."
Pei Lun took the fire crystal persimmon and wheat straw and sucked them happily.
