Zhu Xizhong woke up in the middle of the night.
Sure enough, I could no longer see my left eye, and my throat hurt as if it were burning charcoal.
"I...where am I?"
He felt that he was lying on a bed. It seemed to be a house. There were two lamps on the table, and the light was dim.
"Are you awake?" a gruff voice said.
"We were both teenagers when we met you, and you've been a so-so person ever since."
"No, chasing a thief can actually bite your tongue!"
"Why, if you can't catch up with someone, you'll be so angry that you bite your tongue and commit suicide?"
Zhu Xizhong was too familiar with this voice.
He turned over with all his strength, and his left eye stung again. He endured the pain and said feebly:
"Zhang Rong, your uncle!"
"Hehe!" Zhang Rong sat on the chair opposite, "My uncle has died a long time ago! If you don't wake up, you might still be able to find him."
"Where's that beast Zhang Dali?"
"It's in the next room." Zhang Rong stood up and poured a bowl of water and handed it to Zhu Xizhong, "Your men are serving the execution!"
"I didn't expect this person's martial arts to be so strong!" He clapped his hands and sat back on the chair, "It's a shame to be a corpsman in the army. With this ability in the Jinyi Guards, he will definitely make great achievements!"
Zhu Xizhong drank water, feeling the cold pleasure on his dry lips.
"You came too late!"
"You came too early! I took my soldiers and spent a lot of effort to surround so many military camps one by one. I didn't expect that I haven't finished yet, but you have already started to take people."
"Did you ask anything?"
"As soon as I asked, the men who assassinated Shi Tai were his family soldiers."
"What's the reason?"
"What's the reason?"
In the small, dark room, Zhang Dali was lying on the ground tied up, covered in blood.
Opposite them stood several black-faced guards, all of them thick and tall.
"I said, no one gave instructions. I couldn't stand that kid and sent someone to stab him!"
Zhang Dali said slowly.
"Are you kidding us?" A fat Jin Yiwei said, "I almost sent Mr. Zhu away because you couldn't stand him? And you went to a lot of trouble to ambush at his door? Do you believe this reason?"
"I believe it! It's you who don't believe it now!"
"You have a tough mouth! I advise you to do it. You can die quickly."
"You killed hundreds of members of the Jin Yiwei family, and stabbed our boss, oh no, two bosses one after another to serious injuries. No matter what the crime, you will die. The difference is that your death will be more pleasant or more uncomfortable."
"If you don't recruit us today, there's no need to worry. Let's try it in the imperial prison tomorrow. There, one day you will know how luxurious it is to die at your own risk!"
"Hahahaha" Zhang Dali laughed, saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth.
"You don't dare to let me die. Even if I die, you won't be able to find the person behind it."
"Beast!"
The Jin Yiwei picked up the teacup and threw it at him.
But this is also true.
Those few family soldiers were only responsible for assassinations, and they didn't know the bigger figures behind it.
"I...I'm not afraid of death! I'm not afraid of your torture either. The moment I sent someone to assassinate Zhu Shitai, I never thought of escaping unscathed!"
"Yeah?"
A voice came from outside the house, and then Zhu Zaijing kicked open the door and walked in.
"See Your Majesty!"
"No gift!"
Zhang Dali looked at Zhu Zaijing in surprise, the calmness he had just now completely disappeared.
The emperor actually came in person!
"Are you ready?" Zhu Zaijing asked with a cold face.
"Reply to Your Majesty, I admit my confession, but whoever ordered me has not yet done anything!"
A Jin Yiwei brought over a chair. Zhu Zaijing took off his cloak, threw it on the ground, and sat on the chair.
"I ask you for the last time, who instructed you to assassinate Zhu Shitai?"
Zhang Dali looked into his eyes and his heartbeat began to accelerate.
But the mouth is still very tough.
"I have no idea!"
"OK!"
Zhu Zaijing clapped his thighs and stood up, rolled up his sleeves and looked around, looking for something.
Suddenly, his eyes rested on a handful of iron bone flowers at the corner.
Walking over and picking up the iron bone flower as big as a fist, Zhu Zaijing came to Zhang Dali.
"Take off his boots!"
"yes!"
The Jinyi guards stepped forward to control Zhang Dali and took off his boots to expose his feet.
"Come on, press your legs!"
In Zhang Dali's panicked eyes, he raised the iron bone flower and smashed it down hard.
"Crack!"
"Ahhhhh!"
The sound of broken bones echoed in the house along with Zhang Dali's miserable screams.
The instep of his foot had been shattered.
Zhu Zaijing looked at him expressionlessly, twisted and hideous like a worm.
"Here, switch to another leg, you guys are done."
"I said! I said!"
"I won't listen!"
"Come on, expose the sole of your left leg."
"Crack!"
"Zhu Zaijing!" Zhang Dali cried, "If you kill me, the person behind it will not be found!"
"I promised Zhu Xizhong that I would kill every one of you!"
"Without you, I will kill the people behind the scenes if I can find them. If I can't find them, forget it!"
Zhang Dali's fear reached its highest point.
This emperor is crazy!
This is crazy!
This time Zhu Zaijing used more force, and several bones pierced the skin of Zhang Dali's instep, exposing the white bones.
"Did you faint?" Zhu Zaijing's face was expressionless.
"Not yet Your Majesty!"
"Then go on, come on, spread your legs."
Several Jin Yiwei are a little uncomfortable here.
But the emperor's order could not be disobeyed, so a few people pulled their legs apart, exposing the most vulnerable part in the middle.
Zhu Zaijing raised the iron bone flower of Xuhuan.
"I said! I said!"
Zhang Dali roared like a killing pig.
"It's Li Yuan, the doctor in the Ministry of War! It's him! He ordered me!"
"Zhu Shitai found out what he was doing in the Beijing camp, and accidentally discovered his smuggling with the Tatars!"
Zhu Zaijing stopped, stared at him fiercely and asked, "How much free money did Li Yuan eat in the capital camp?"
"He smuggled firearms from the Beijing camp to the Tatars a few years ago! He also owns nearly a thousand acres of military land in Datong!"
"How do you know this?"
"I...I have been running errands for him all these years!" Zhang Dali couldn't stop crying.
"The day before yesterday, he came to me and told me that he suspected Zhu Shitai had discovered his secret. He said that Zhang Taiyue from the Ministry of War was also investigating very closely, and he was very scared!"
"So he asked me to assassinate Zhu Shitai. This disrupted the situation so that he could take advantage of the chaos to resign and go home, and the golden cicada could escape!"
"What benefit did he give you?"
"He threatened me!" Zhang Dali roared angrily, with tears streaming down his face. "He sent people to my hometown and kidnapped my only relative, my sister!"
"My sister was originally at home. She is only 16 years old! I want to find a man for her in the coming year, so I will send her back to my hometown to learn music, chess, calligraphy and painting. I hope to find a scholar to marry and live a good life!"
"I have been a martial artist all my life, and I don't want my sister to find a rough guy."
Zhu Zaijing sneered.
"You fucking love your family!"
"Is there any evidence to prove what happened to Li Yuan?"
Zhang Dali shook his head.
"There is no assassination of Zhu Shitai, but he sold firearms to the Tatars. I can testify!"
"Where's the physical evidence?"
"Then it's up to you to find it yourself!"
Zhu Zaijing put down the bloody iron bone flower.
The black-faced Jinyiwei picked up the cloak on the ground and put it on the emperor. He looked at the few drops of blood on Zhu Zaijing's face, but his face was terrifyingly cold.
Zhu Zaijing walked to the door and turned to look at Zhang Dali, revealing half of his face.
"For the sake of you being a good brother, I won't kill your sister!"
