Tongshu with Mei

Yang Ye suddenly sneered, and said, "Ling Shu, how dare you ask Lord Hou what crime I committed? How dare you arrest me in this prison in Dali Temple?"

That person was none other than Zuo Shaoqing Ling Shu, a third-rank official in Dali Temple.Although he was also an official in the court, due to various reasons, he never had to go to the court, and hid in this dark prison, doing some outrageous activities according to his temper.Therefore, he has a great reputation in the Dayan Dynasty, but very few people have seen him.Although he has handled many difficult cases, he has also neglected many lives.There are many more people who disappeared after entering this day's prison, and have not been whereabouts so far. I don't know if they have anything to do with the astonishing and stunning Lord Ling.

Based on Yang Ye's current situation, if Fengge fell into the water and was entangled in green algae and drowned, and was guarded by the killer on the shore waiting for her to come up to deal with it, or if he couldn't reach the door of King Zhao's mansion, he might as well slip back home by himself. Maybe the Marquis of Huainan would also disappear, causing Yang Xi and Bei Chen to go to Qiongbi and fall to Huangquan, but they could never find him again.

Ling Shu turned a blind eye to Yang Ye's questioning, and then asked: "Someone reported that you had a correspondence with King Zhao at the front, that you played tricks on cronies, that you were colluding with each other, and planned to rebel. Is there such a thing?"

Yang Ye let out a groan, and was immediately relieved. He was going to condemn Ling Shu righteously, but suddenly he laughed.In this dark prison, his smile was warm and warm, and he swayed towards the surroundings: "So that's what you're planning. Conspiracy? Hahahahaha, I have exchanged letters. I admit this, but it's just a few letters from home. As for the rebellion, how do you seek the law? I really don’t know, Lord Hou. If you know, can you tell me?”

Ling Shu stretched out his hand, opened the case a few times, took out a stack of letters, spread them out on the case and flipped through them slowly, Yang Ye's eyes widened, his heart suddenly jumped wildly, and he said angrily: "You Shameless man, how did you steal my letters? Where did you find them?" These letters were all written by Yang Xi himself, and Yang Ye thought that he kept them safe, but now they all fell into Ling Shu's hands.

Ling Shu didn't answer, but checked out one of the letters, read it for a while, and said: "In this letter, King Zhao wrote that General Yuan Ouming of the Right Guard, one of the commanders of the Twelve Mansions, was a student of King Zhao's father-in-law, Prime Minister Wei. , He is leading a light cavalry army, well-equipped. He likes hunting, if you feel lonely, you can go hunting with him and take the opportunity to win over."

He turned his head and thought for a while: "You have already looked for him 28 times, and the last few times he was entertaining guests for drinks and dinners. I think you have been confused."

"It is written in this letter that Zuo Sanqi often serves good wine, and is stable and honest by nature. He has read poetry and books. When you are bored, you can ask him to drink and ask for advice. He will not laugh at you. Yan Feng You used to manage the arsenal of the capital, I think you are planning to use the arsenal."

"This letter says..."

Yang Ye couldn't help interrupting him: "Are you finished? The fourth prince is just afraid that I will be lonely, so he just asked me to find someone to drink and hunt. Is this the evidence of our rebellion?"

Ling Shu flicked his sleeves slightly, gathered the letters together in an instant, packed them up, and said, "This is forming a party for selfish interests, in preparation for rebellion and rebellion one day in the future. Although you keep using secret words in your letters and trying to cover them up, I can still see it. You It is useless to deny it, it is better to admit it as soon as possible to save trouble."

Yang Ye sneered and said, "If you want to commit a crime, there is nothing wrong with it! You just want to convict me and King Zhao of rebellion based on these few letters, isn't it just a dream? I think you are the one who wants to rebel!"

Ling Shu tilted his head slightly, and said slowly, "I won't rebel. I'm not interested in rebellion, but you are." He stood up and walked slowly in front of Yang Ye.Yang Ye narrowed his eyes to look at him, and finally saw clearly this famous but unseen figure in the Dayan Dynasty.Seeing his tall and well-proportioned figure, the dim light from behind casts on his silver-gray clothes, shining with a faint flowing luster.The age is only about 23 or [-] years old. Due to the fact that he has not seen the sun all year round, his complexion is delicate and pure jade white, the tails of his eyes are slightly raised, and his eyes are deep and cold, like a pool of cold water without ripples.

His eyes swept over Yang Ye, but it seemed that he had penetrated his body, and he didn't know where he saw it.Yang Ye frowned, and stared back not to be outdone, seeing that he was holding a roll of paper in his hand, and said, "I've written the confession for you, you just need to draw a note."

Yang Ye squinted at him and sneered: "You living dead, look at you, are you a ghost that slipped out of the eighteenth floor of hell? Or a zombie that climbed down from the Mangling Mausoleum? How dare you slander me! Lao Tzu If there is no rebellion, I will not paint!"

Ling Shu was not angry when he said nothing, and remained expressionless, but ordered lightly: "Put it on. Until the Marquis of Huainan is willing to be imprisoned."

Several subordinates of Ling Shu heard the sound and grabbed Yang Ye's limbs and neck with iron-like hands, pushed him to a huge monster at the base of the east wall, and put him on it, and then there was a soft sound, the mechanism started , Iron hoops protruded from the iron frame behind him, tightly clasping his hands and feet.Yang Ye struggled for a while, in vain, but his wrists and ankles suddenly felt a tingling pain at the same time. It turned out that there were barbs inside the iron hoop, which penetrated deeply into the skin.Tears almost came out of his eyes under the severe pain, and he opened his mouth to curse: "You, the living dead who killed a thousand swords, just hid in this dark place to pretend to be a ghost. I will fuck your parents, uncles, brothers and sisters! I will fuck you too Ancestral grandma, grandpa, grandma!" In an instant, he scolded Ling Shu's ancestors who were eight times flesh and blood relatives.But scolding is useless, Ling Shu still turned a deaf ear.Since I went to sit down in that chair, I took a sip of tea, and then slowly responded: "My family members have died long ago. If you want to fuck, you can wait until you die and go to the underworld." Fuck it."

Yang Ye looked at him fiercely, as if his eyes were about to burst into flames, suddenly there was a "crack", and there was a burst of numbness on his back, mixed with burning heat, and then a sharp, bone-deep pain.Then there was a crackling sound, but the cane whip with two strands of iron wire was whipped on the body, and the pain was overwhelming and swarmed in an instant.Yang Ye gritted his teeth and endured, panting and scolding him in the interval.Ling Shu didn't seem to be interested in whipping, and never looked him in the eye.Seeing that Yang Ye had been whipped dozens of times, his voice was still clear and full of fire, and he was furious. He pondered for a moment, and finally put down the teacup slowly, and someone came over to refill him immediately.

Ling Shu ordered: "Go to the stake."

Then someone brought a brazier with more than a dozen soldering irons on it, lined up from big to small.This time, the deputy warden did it himself, which showed that he valued Yang Ye very much.The prison guard looked at Ling Shu, Ling Shu nodded slightly at him, the man got up with the smallest soldering iron, which was only about the size of a copper coin, burned it red, and stamped it on Yang Ye's chest.

Green smoke rose everywhere, and Yang Ye let out a muffled groan, completely unable to swear.

It hurts so much, the pain is so numb that it makes him tremble and tremble uncontrollably.In an instant, Yang Ye understood that people are alive, not just playing around in the wine shop, not going to Yang Xi's mansion every other day to play with him and take the opportunity to take advantage of the things he likes swept away.It turns out that there will be disasters coming from the sky, and the pain can be so painful that life is worse than death.

It turns out that no matter what you want to do, you have to pay the price.

By the time he was pressed ten times by the exquisitely crafted soldering iron, he had already bitten his lower lip until it was dripping with blood.His face was pale, his head was covered with cold sweat, his mind gradually became trance, and he vaguely heard Ling Shu's voice saying: "Let him wake up." After pouring a basin of cold water on his head, Yang Ye really woke up.The gloomy prison gradually turned dark, a jailer lit an oil lamp, and he murmured: "It's getting dark."

No one responded to him, and it was dark.Ling Shu stood up, walked slowly in front of him again, pointed to something next to him: "Put it on for him."

It was a piece of polished armor, but there was a gap under each rib. Yang Ye wanted to ask what it was, but he couldn't speak.Two people came over, picked up the iron armor, and divided it into two pieces, one piece at the front and the other at the front. Now Yang Ye saw it clearly and understood it.Inside the armor, there are more than half an inch of silver needles scattered all over. The needles are not long, so they can't kill people and won't bleed too much.

Then those two people put this thing on for him, mobilized their movements, and tied it tightly to Yang Ye's body. One of them explained: "This is the golden jade robe."

Yang Ye closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. Thousands of silver needles pierced his body at the same time. The pain made him tremble for a long time. After a long time, he hissed, "Ling Shu, why didn't you kill me?"

Ling Shu suddenly spoke very close in front of him, with a soft and soothing voice: "You can't die. Come here, give the Marquis of Huainan dinner."

Because the voice was too close, Yang Ye was startled, opened his eyes suddenly and looked at him, and saw that he was three feet in front of him, looking at him without blinking, there seemed to be faint ripples in the dark eyes, and the brilliance flowed.That was excitement, it must be, Yang Ye opened his mouth and scolded: "You bastard, what's so interesting about my being tortured! Are you not a lunatic? What are you? If you are insane, go and treat it. Don't treat your two dogs with eyes. Lao Tzu!"

Ling Shu thought it was because he was scolded a lot, no matter how insulting he was, he would not get angry.Someone brought over the so-called dinner, Yang Ye was afraid that they would give him something weird, so he gritted his teeth tightly, but suddenly his jaw hurt, and someone took his jaw off.Then he was force-fed a bowl of ginseng soup made from high-grade old wild ginseng. He was extremely shocked and looked at Ling Shu in surprise.After the bowl of ginseng soup was finished, the man put his chin on Ling Shu's gesture, and Ling Shu stopped looking at him, turned around and walked out.The tall and straight figure is very elegant and indifferent.

So Yang Ye understood that he couldn't let himself die of pain here, so he used ginseng soup to refresh himself and hang himself.

Wearing that golden jade dress, Yang Ye spent the longest night in his life.He resisted the pain with all his strength, and finally he was exhausted, fell asleep, woke up by the pain, fell asleep, woke up by the pain, and went on and on, suffering endlessly.

In the early morning of the second day, two people came in and took off the golden jade clothes for him.Yang Ye had a fever, his whole body was hot, his skin was swollen, his clothes were stained with blood, and there were scorched black marks left by the branding iron.He couldn't see what he had become, and he might not be able to recognize his real body if he wanted to come to arrest his soul.

Ling Shu walked in, wearing a long black dress with a dark red rosebird pattern woven. His clothes were of fine quality, but he had no accessories all over his body.Sitting upright on his chair, someone poured tea, and it was still Da Nei Tribute Tea Sanqing Baimei.The pleading paper from yesterday was in his hand, he sized up Yang Ye for a moment, and asked, "Do you want to make a pledge?"