Prostitution

At the end of midnight, the sky is like ink, dotted with few stars.

The mist gradually covered the capital, and the cool breeze was blowing.

The beater walks through the streets and alleys tiredly, his voice rising and falling like a swimming snake.

The lantern flickered and shimmered, and a black shadow flashed past, quickly and orderly.

A few short muffled hums were drowned out by the silence.

The prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice.

The Yacha patrol team of about ten people stopped at the gate of the prison.

Just as the guards on the left and right were about to make a routine questioning, the two headed by the patrol team quickly grabbed their palms and knocked him unconscious.

In the prison, seven or eight yamen servants kept their eyes on their posts.

The prisoners in the prison slept very deeply and snored everywhere.

Xie Wancheng and He Pingzhang looked at each other and walked towards the inside of the prison.

Rows of iron prison pillars on both sides are unbreakable.

Passing through a narrow passage Zhangyuan, those who are further imprisoned are felons who will not be released in prison until they die of old age, and who cannot be saved by amnesty under heaven.

The night wasn't too late, but it was surprisingly quiet. The prisoner didn't look like he was sleeping. There wasn't a word of babble, and there wasn't anyone who was half-drowsy and half-awake, as if he had been drugged and fell into a deep sleep.

However, the overly tense fake patrol failed to notice the abnormality.

Walking slowly through the narrow path, the candles were dimly lit, and it was almost pitch black at the end, Xie Wancheng stared straight ahead, feeling a little terrified in his heart, as if something dangerous was about to come out of the darkness.

He Pingzhang gently pushed him aside, and with a glance in his eyes, he signaled him to hurry up and find someone.

There are several yamen guards here, but they still ignore them.

Xie Wancheng walked to a prison and looked into the prison with the faint candlelight.

Suddenly there was a sound of hurried footsteps, and then the two thick doors in the narrow passage creaked shut.

The group was startled, only to see a figure walking towards them in the darkness.

The dim light gradually traced that face—it was Huai Jing Wang Yuancheng, with cold and gloomy eyes, and that faint smile was extremely treacherous!

In an instant, the torch was lit, and the walls were bright.

If Xie Wancheng had time to observe the prisoners one by one, he would find that the prisoners in this place were bound by thick iron chains, their hair was disheveled, and it was difficult to distinguish their faces.However, even if he asked loudly, no one would respond.

On that side, Wen Qu resisted from the strands of his hair to the heels of the sudden trip back to his hometown.But as soon as his master turned cold, he didn't dare to say anything, and reluctantly rolled up a lot of banknotes and martial arts to return home.

Without a convincing reason, it was simply inexplicable, and the nervous Wen Qu had a doubt in his heart.

The two of them were not in a hurry, and found a guest house to settle down before dark.

After drinking and eating, Wen Qu took the opportunity to force Wu Qu to tell the truth.

He put on an exaggerated vicious expression and stared straight at Wu Qu.

Wu Qu turned a blind eye, cleaned up the whole room, and prepared to wash up.

Wen Qu stared so angry that he rushed forward and dragged him back to press him on the bed, raised his eyebrows, and said in an unprecedentedly tough tone, "What secret are you hiding from me!"

Wu Qu didn't resist, his eyes were full of innocence, but Wen Qu couldn't read, so he stared even harder, gnashing his teeth and spitting, "If you don't eat the toast, you will be fined?" After speaking, he hummed heavily to himself.

Although Wen Qu had gained a lot of weight recently, Wu Qu stood up and easily countered the pressure.

With a sudden sharp turn, Wen Qu froze for a moment, losing all arrogance in an instant.

Seeing that he had calmed down, Wu Qu freed his hand to make gestures, and the sound of knocking on the door sounded untimely.

The two of you looked at each other, and Wen Qu couldn't help but fantasize about this posture, his face flushed, and he stammered, "Yes, there is a knock on the door."

Wu Qu made a silent gesture, but the other party didn't intend to stop, and didn't make a sound, just knocked on the door panel one after another.

After a while, Wen Qu, who didn't know that he was running away, finally couldn't bear it anymore and got up angrily. He wanted to scold the person who knocked on the door bloody.

The door opened with a clatter.

"Lian Qi?!" Wen Qu was taken aback.

Lian Qi withdrew his hand that stopped in the air, and said respectfully, "Mr. Wen ordered me to take you two back to the palace."

A ruined temple in the wilderness.

He couldn't see his five fingers when he stretched out his hand, and after more than an hour passed, and still no one came back, Wen Wuyu began to feel a little anxious.

The morning star hangs high, the wind is quiet, and the night is late.

Wen Wuyu sat alone all night, his face was pale, and two light bruises appeared under his eyes.

The sky is not perfect, what can be done.

He picked up the whisk and walked out of the ruined temple.

There was the sound of horseshoes in the distance.

The person who came was covered in blood, his arms were still bleeding, and he was lying on the horse's back, dying.

"Mr. Wen...I've tried my best..." After finishing speaking, there was only panting.

Wen Wuyu nodded, said to be careful, then got on the horse and ran straight to the capital.

At the dawn of dawn, the capital is uniquely magnificent and peaceful.

The gates of the city were opened early, and the new day was no different. People came and went, and the noise gradually opened.

Wen Wuyu got off his horse and walked into the city gate.

Someone came up to him with a worried look on his face. It was a servant who was accompanying him, and he saluted him, saying,

"Young master, you are back, my lord..."

The servant paused, looked around, lowered his voice and said worriedly, "The lord ordered the young man to pick up Mr. Wen, and he also said that he would wait at the gate of the city if he couldn't find you at Diancui Tower. Where did you go all night, Mr.?"

Wen Wuyu remained silent, let go of the rein and stepped onto the carriage beside him.

His mind went blank, he didn't know what to plan, so he had to listen to the sound of wheels all the way.

The servant led him to the deep garden of Wangfu, that place is very secluded, where people kill and abandon corpses without anyone noticing.

There are also many large pavilions and pavilions in the mansion of the king, and the places far away from the main house are usually not visited. The decoration is very simple, and the servants only clean it every three to five days.

Wen Wuyu has never been to this place, except once when he lost his way, he saw several pavilions with different heights from a distance.

He didn't care to watch the surrounding scenery, followed the little servant around, and finally stopped in front of a house.

The young man looked sad, pointed at the gate of the courtyard, and then returned the same way.

Wen Wuyu hesitated for a while, took a deep breath, and stepped over the threshold.

In the courtyard, there were more than a dozen palace guards in common clothes holding sabers. They seemed to have experienced a lot of fighting, and each of them was more or less stained with blood.

Wen Wuyu took a few steps, and saw two familiar figures from behind, with their hands tied behind their backs, and one guard on each side.

Probably aware of someone entering the hospital, Wu Qu turned his head first, panic flashed in his eyes.Wen Qu also twisted his neck and turned his head. Seeing that it was the master, he immediately began to struggle, but his mouth was tied with a cloth strip, so he could only make a whining sound.

After ringing for a while, Wen Qu gave up struggling as if resigned to his fate, and the two of them watched Wen Wuyu walk between them.

Still at the door, a gust of hot air gushed out of the room.

Wen Wuyu lifted his clothes, and the moment he entered the door, he felt relieved.

The room is extremely spacious, so spacious that two stoves, three torture racks, and a row of various torture instruments are placed, which is still as empty as the bedroom in the west wing.

The three people on the rack, Xie Wancheng, He Pingzhang, and Mao Sui's self-recommended Qi Tian, ​​had drooping heads, messy buns covered in blood, and no part of their clothes intact. They seemed to have suffered inhuman torture, and they were still alive.

Yuan Cheng was dressed in plain green bamboo clothes embroidered with Shu and stood with his hands behind his back.

Last night's contest, it goes without saying who won and who lost, but he also failed to take advantage of it, and his waist and arms under his clothes were injured, but thinking of how depressed Wen Gongzi was in the face of an irremediable defeat, He didn't feel any pain from the wound.

Having heard the slow footsteps, Yuan Cheng didn't turn around immediately.

"My lord."

Wen Wuyu's voice was a little tired, other than that, he couldn't hear any depressed mood.

Yuan Cheng sneered, turned around but smiled, raised his chin in the direction of the execution frame, and walked over, "You came back just in time, let's see who this is? The most wanted criminal on the court list has finally been arrested."

Wen Wuyu raised his heels, and the breath of the three was steady. He stopped in front of Xie Wancheng, brushed away his messy hair, and patted his sweaty face with his hand, "Senior Brother, Senior Brother?"

These two sounds really woke Xie Wancheng up, he opened his eyelids with difficulty, and his lips moved slightly.

In just a few blinks of an eye, Xie Wan suddenly woke up as if he had woken up from a dream, and the iron chain rattled, "Wuyu, leave me alone, go!"

The torture frame shook violently, making a creaking and rubbing sound.

Yuan Cheng made a stop gesture, pulled Wen Wuyu's sleeve with the other hand and retreated a few feet away, "The thing on your head is not a good thing, you better calm down."

Only then did Wen Wuyu see a pot hanging high above the torture rack, with a thin rope hanging down from the bottom, fixed to a corner of the torture rack, and as the rack shook, the thin rope straightened and loosened.

"There is a kind of torture called lead filling, I wonder if you have heard of it before," Yuan Cheng said unhurriedly, occasionally glancing at Wen Wuyu, "As the name suggests, pouring molten lead into a person's throat The heat is enough to cause death. What is interesting is that the lead water will condense into lumps when it enters the abdomen, and it will drag the human internal organs down until they come out of the body. According to ancient books, a puppeteer tried to make the dolls lifelike. A small hole is made on the top of the human head, and a large amount of molten lead is injected, so that the human skin can be left intact. Do you think it is wonderful?"

Yuan Cheng's eyes were locked tightly, and he slowly bullied Wen Wuyu, but he saw a thin layer of sweat oozing from the roots of his forehead, but he didn't know whether it was because of the sweltering heat in the room, or because of fear.