The whole family of villains criticized her wildly, but the princess treated her with medical treatm

Empress Dowager Yan's voice came from behind the bead curtain: "This case is handed over to the regent, who has full jurisdiction to hear it."

All civil and military officials were dumbfounded.

We are all not fools. We have to leave this to the regent, okay?

The regent must take the opportunity to go on a killing spree, jail everyone who can be involved, and label them as "conspirators in rebellion" to massacre political opponents and old grudges?

Facts have proved that their guess was not wrong.

With the tacit approval of the Queen Mother, Yan Yang first imprisoned Tan Liulang in Zhao Prison, where he was tortured continuously for three days and three nights. He was only given a small bowl of moldy and rotten brown rice, and a bowl of rancid and smelly brown rice without salt. Oil-free sunflower broth.

The whip covered with thorns crackled down.

Tan Liu kept screaming, his hands and feet were tied with chains, and he was rolling on the ground in pain, pleading: "I am wrong, ah! Your Highness, please, don't hit me, oh... ah..."

Yan Yang took a sip of the fragrant tea and admired it leisurely.

After about sixty lashes.

The white prison uniform on Tan Liu's body had turned into strips and pieces of rags, stuck together with the flesh and skin that had been beaten by the whip. It was impossible to tell which part was cloth and which part was flesh and blood. This son of a noble family who had been pampered since childhood and had never experienced any hardship suffered cruel torture for the first time. In the past, it was him who beat his wives and concubines in the fish and meat village, and let wild beasts cut their bodies into pieces and slaves. Now he was beaten to the point where he became himself. It's really painful.

His delicate skin was completely invisible. At first, he still had the energy to roll on the ground to avoid it. But later, he really didn’t even have the energy to hide. He lay on the ground like a half-dead dog, letting out bursts of shrill and shrill screams. Cry.

"Who are the accomplices in the rebellion?"

Yan Yang put down the celadon teacup.

On the side, there is Dongchang Fanzi who is responsible for recording the confession.

Tan Liu burst into tears and said tremblingly: "There is no rebellion... Wuwu... I just have a few male pets and beautiful concubines, and I have no accomplices."

Yan Yang said in a pleasant and leisurely tone: "It's almost time. I and the eldest princess have made an appointment to have dinner together."

When the executioner heard this, he seemed to have received some kind of instruction and started whipping wildly again, cracking the whip harder and faster.

at the same time.

Another person came over holding a red-hot soldering iron. Another person put Tan Liu's ten fingers into the hammer and pinched them hard.

"Ahhh-"

Finger bones were broken, and the skin on one cheek was burned.

Tan Liu could no longer endure the double physical and mental torture and collapsed completely. He shouted the name that the regent wanted to hear: "The Marquis of Linhe made a mistake, he is... he is... an accomplice!"

Yan Yang raised his eyebrows: "What else?"

The flogging and beating did not stop.

Tan Liu saw with his own eyes that a bunch of things, whether flesh, blood or mud, fell from his body. He was trembling and twitching, and the voice that came out of his throat was no longer human: "Still...still... have……"

His consciousness was somewhat unclear, his body was numb from pain, and his spirit was destroyed.

Who else... is an accomplice in the rebellion?

He suddenly cried out helplessly like a child, "Uuuuu, Zhongshu Sherentan Er, Weizhou Governor Gao Cai, communicated with me in private, and... colluded with each other."

One is his second brother and the other is his brother-in-law.

They are all officials who have left the party.

Is the regent satisfied?

No, far from it.

"How you planned it, how you communicated what you had and what you don't have, tell me the specific process."

Tan Liuxiang died, you wrongfully accused me of treason and then asked me to make up the story myself? Oh my God! Why are there such vicious people?

"You will be punished! Yan Yang!! In the reincarnation of heaven, today you slandered me for treason and forced me to bite my family. In the future, your family will suffer even more severe backlash... Ah! Please spare me, wuwu... …”

Just after he cursed a few words, he was tortured again.

Tan Liu's arrogance was gone, he groaned and cried, and confessed to Linhe Hou Shizi again, biting out Youjinwu Wei Zhonglang General Tan Wu, Weizhou Governor in the south Tan Xi, Wanzhou Governor Li Che, Shangshu Youcheng Li Qiyuan.

night.

The regent, his fiancée, and their two children had dinner at the hot pot restaurant.

Mu Tingxue looked at the thick stack of confessions and the bloody fingerprints underneath the confession: "Prince Linhe Hou is only ten years old, how can he participate in the rebellion? Yangyang, isn't it a bit outrageous?"

Marquis Linhe made a mistake in making a mistake. He had just turned thirty years old and had a son and a daughter with Li Mi'er, the eldest daughter of Li family.

When his son Tan Ke was ten years old, he was named the crown prince. My daughter is only three years old.

“To cut the weed, we must remove the root.”

Yan Yang didn't think there was anything wrong, and the bloody torture in Zhao Prison did not affect his appetite for food at all.

Mu Tingxue fell silent.

Is it important whether Prince Linhe Hou rebelled?

Obviously, not important.

Everyone can see that Yan Yang is trying to make use of the theme, that is, those who obey me will prosper and those who go against me will perish. Anyone who opposes him must be put to death. All obstacles that stand in the way of power, regardless of men, women, old or young, will be removed!

"If you don't kill people, you will be killed. If you don't root out the Li party and remove its wings, you will die without a burial place."

Yan Yang seemed to be aware of her inner emotional changes. He stared at her with a sharp look, not allowing her to show any weakness. "The same goes for you. Now that you have decided to get involved in that position, there is no turning back. Ting Xue , every day from now on, you will have to engage in a life-and-death duel with those people."

Mu Tingxue felt as if boiling oil had been poured into her heart and mouth.

She suddenly understood.

Yan Yang was not trying to create unjust cases and kill people for his own selfish reasons, nor was he taking the opportunity to eradicate dissidents. To be more precise, he was paving the way for her, bearing infamy for her, and doing things that made people hateful with blood on his hands.

She slowly let go of her hand.

In the palm of the hand lies a condensing beryl, lavender.

In the past, when she was in the Imperial College, she helped Qin Zhaoyi with a poem and won the title of the leader of the poetry club. Linhe Hou Tan mistakenly used this rare and valuable jade as a bonus, Zhaoyi won the first prize and gave the Ningling Beryl to her. With this jade, you can get a promise from the Marquis of Linhe.

Mu Tingxue had never used this promise. Now, because of their different political stances, they want to kill each other's whole family.

Three days later.

The Ministry of Punishment brought the Queen Mother's decree.

"The Marquis of Linhe and the traitor Tan Liulang secretly accepted each other and exchanged plans. They were complicit. Tan Wong was deprived of the title, dismissed from the post of Minister of Zhongshu, and asked to behead after the fall. Everyone in the Tan family rebelled against the party and the clan. If there is a spirit, the family should be exterminated! The Ai family remembers that their ancestors were the founding heroes of the country, and the whole family ransacked their homes and exiled them to guard the border. They were slaves with the armored people and will never be recalled!"

There was a lot of crying in Tanfu, and a white silk ribbon was hung in memory.

The cold wind of winter cannot stop the mournful sound.

The Marquis of Linhe made a mistake and locked himself in the study. He refused to accept the court's punishment and committed suicide.