Daming Yinghua

Zheng Haizhu didn't answer Eunuch Zhang's hypocritical inquiry directly, but only said in harmony: "Please open the trial."

Eunuch Zhang pursed his lips, and ordered the servants who came with him from the palace: "Go and put the guy down."

The wooden cage was raised by a crane, then lowered again, and the little eunuch who followed him took out a steaming lead bucket from inside.

Zheng Haizhu whispered to himself: "Asphalt?"

Luo Sigong who was standing beside her let out a muffled "hmm".Zheng Haizhu turned his head slightly to look at him, and with the flickering light and shadow of the torch, he could distinguish the commander of Jin Yiwei who had already smeared frost on his temples, and his brows were furrowed.

Eunuch Zhang leisurely walked up to the prisoner of scribes, and said: "Our family has been greatly favored by the Lord Long Live. He entered the inner study room as a child. He is considered to be a scholar just like you. Fang Juren, our family will finally give you This is an opportunity. Tell me the name of the censor who instigated you to speak ill and slander the government, and today you can board a boat and go back to your hometown in Wuxi."

"Bah!" The blood-stained scribe spat at the eunuch in front of him with all his strength, and said angrily, "Scholar? You eunuchs who flatter the superior and the inferior, abuse lynching, disregard good and evil, and mislead the king and the country are also worthy of calling themselves scholars." ?”

The scribe raised his chin again, turned his eyes to Luo Sigong, and continued to scold: "Luo Sigong, you are a dignified commander of Jinyiwei, a third-rank foreign minister of the country, receiving official positions from the emperor, and food and salary from the people. You're so badass to lick hemorrhoids and suck carbuncles! Where's your blood as a general? You've lost all the face of your Luo family ancestors!"

Luo Yangxing was out of breath when he heard this, and once he changed his appearance of always standing quietly, he was about to rush up, but was stopped by his expressionless father raising his hand.

Eunuch Zhang smiled deeply: "Hey, listen, this man really thinks his surname is Fang, and that Fang Xiaoru is the reincarnation, and he keeps saying the word integrity. Don't be upset, Mr. Luo, let us teach him for your Luo family."

As soon as his words fell, two young eunuchs came forward, one cut off the hemp rope tied to the scribe's right hand, and tied him again from the small arm to the palm of a wooden frame, while the other copied the rope. He picked up the wooden spoon, scooped up the hot asphalt, and poured it directly on the scribe's arm. "

The sharp and piercing screams immediately rushed out of the scribe's throat, resounding through the gloomy dungeon.

Eunuch Zhang savored the suffering of the tortured and grinned grimly.

integrity?

No matter how virtuous a person is, he is also a mortal body, and if he does a hard job, won't he still cry for his father and mother?

"Quickly dry it so that it's easy to peel. Don't think about writing any wonderful articles with this claw in the future," Eunuch Zhang ordered, and then turned to Luo Sigong and the others, taking time to say, "Look at this, everyone, this is the grandson of the emperor." My big companion, Wei Jinzhong, Eunuch Wei, the method he figured out from plucking ducks is very interesting."

The scribe wailed and moaned for a while. The little eunuch in the brown robe of Dongchang saw that the asphalt had almost solidified by the fire, so he took out an iron handle with a flat front from his waist, and hooked it like a rope to the skin where the asphalt was connected. Edge, give it a hard push.

Accompanied by an even more shrill cry, the foot-long human skin was torn off in one piece, wrapped in black asphalt.

Zheng Haizhu only felt that her chest was struck by lightning, her scalp felt like she was being pricked by needles, and her eyes were blurred for a moment, as if her brain automatically cut off the power out of protection, making her blind for a while, so that she would not be stimulated by the tragedy in front of her eyes again.

Li Daniu and Hua Er couldn't help but "ah", and then immediately stopped talking, only breathing quickly, showing the horror in their hearts.

However, after a while, the howling, which resembled the cry of a beast, turned into a human voice that could clearly hear the words.

"Fu Wang Zhu Changxun, when he became a vassal, he received a huge amount of rewards, which was almost as good as the enemy's country. However, he had the way of bereaved by the clan and his ministers. Zi wrote a letter to report. The affairs of the world can be discussed by the people of the world. How can the scholars in Nanzhili not discuss the affairs of Henan!"

Eunuch Zhang became furious, and stepped forward to point at him: "Tell me, did the Bing Division instruct Yang Lian to instruct you? Did the damn Donglin instruct you? Now that you have confessed, you can still live!"

"Dogs! Bird eunuchs!" The scribe's eyes were about to burst, "I don't look down on Donglin, that old man Gu Xiancheng only dares to hide in the academy and complain, is he as courageous as I am? But how can a disciple of Confucianism do that?" False people? Even if you peel off my whole body, I will still say the same thing. Outside Tiananmen Square, handouts to impeach King Fu and scold Concubine Zheng. Nothing to do with a coin."

Eunuch Zhang was furious: "Okay, as you wish! I'll peel off your entire human skin."

"Little Eunuch Zhang..."

Luo Sigong suddenly called out in a deep voice, and walked up to Eunuch Zhang with his sleeves on his back.

Eunuch Zhang glanced at him: "What advice does Shuai Luo have?"

Luo Sigong said in a calm manner: "I dare not take the advice, just to remind my father-in-law that this is not the inner prison of Dongchang. It doesn't matter if my father-in-law wants to juggle tricks or discuss torture strategies with me, but If someone is killed and the father-in-law pats his butt and leaves, how can I, Beizhen Fusi, deal with the aftermath?"

"So?" Eunuch Zhang stared at Luo Sigong.

"So, father-in-law, please stop in moderation. Of course, if you want to do it according to the way of your Dongchang, if you have the imperial pen of the Long Live Lord later, you can take him away and go to the inner prison to continue to torture. At that time, don't talk about cramping and skinning. To dig out his heart and liver and hang it at the root of the imperial city to show the public, to imitate everyone else, is also an achievement of Dongchang, and has nothing to do with Fusi Prison in Beizhen."

The confrontation between the factory and Wei came to an abrupt end.

In the dungeon, there is only Fang Wenshi's low voice, like the waves hitting the shore, undulating continuously.

After a while, Eunuch Zhang twisted his shoulder blades, and suddenly said with a smile: "After all, he is Marshal Wei, who has thought carefully. Okay, let's do it for today. Our family will go back and report to Eunuch Lu, and then we will discuss with Marshal Wei."

……

The footsteps of eunuch Zhang and others disappeared in the passage above their heads.

Luo Sigong pointed to the scribe who was as breathless as silk, and ordered the guard: "Go get a bowl of honey and apply it on his hands."

Zheng Haizhu has seen it on both the northern and southern battlefields. If an officer-level general is injured, the military doctor will apply honey to them.

This is the native method of the ancients to prevent wound infection.

Fang Wenshi tried to raise his head, but instead of thanking him for saving his life, he still replied in a firm tone: "Jin Yiwei, the leader of the emperor's army, must not join forces with eunuchs."

Luo Sigong stared at him for a while, then turned around and bowed his hands to Zheng Haizhu: "Today, Luo did not arrange well, and he stained Madam's eyes."

"Rougher than a Tartar." Zheng Haizhu muttered.

"What did Madam say?"

"I said, it's more ruthless than the Tartars." Zheng Haizhu raised his eyes and looked at Luo Sigong, "The Tartars ruined human lives because they are foreigners, but Dongchang, they are not stingy with hell against those who are also citizens of the Ming Dynasty."

Luo Sigong smiled coldly, and walked out of the dungeon: "Compassion doesn't command soldiers. Let alone, I still invite my wife to come to my room to have a cup of light tea, so as to calm my shock."

When the group passed by the cell where Ma Qiancheng was enshrined, Zheng Haizhu stopped.

"Wei Shuai, can I go in and offer a stick of incense to Ma Xuan?"

Luo Sigong didn't show any surprise, and nodded readily.

Zheng Haizhu stepped into the prison cell, twisted the new incense from the altar, lit it, and held it up to the memorial tablet: "Ma Xuanfu, the younger generation and Xianglin, have the friendship of the same robes, and even more respect Ma Xuanfu and Qin Xuanfu. Ma Gong is here , please bless my soldiers in Chongming, they will have fewer illnesses and fewer disasters in peacetime, and their offspring will be prosperous, and they will be invincible in wartime, and guard the East China Sea gate for the people of Ming Dynasty."

She inserted the incense stick into the censer, and turned to meet Luo Sigong's research-seeking eyes.

"Madam is familiar with General Pony?"

Zheng Haizhu thought to himself, you are the leader of Jin Yiwei, and you are on good terms with Liu Shimin, how could you not know?
But his face was full of sincerity: "Very familiar. He and his wife have suffered several times. Marshal Wei, let me take the liberty to ask. There have always been many people who died in imperial prisons. Why do you only enshrine horses?" Xuanfu's tablet?"

Luo Sigong said: "Grandpa Yue is enshrined at the entrance, and Ma Xuanfu is enshrined in the prison. We warriors respect them all, so it's not unusual."

Zheng Haizhu nodded, his eyes fell on the dungeon under his feet, and he said decisively: "Marshal Wei, I want to see where Magong lived back then."

Luo Sigong did not refuse, and told his son: "Cultivate your character, light the lamp for your wife."

Zheng Haizhu walked down the stairs in the light and walked to the center of the narrow dungeon.

There had long been no desks for criminal detention and confession writing, only a wooden board erected by stones remained, and the withered grass was sparse on the ground, directly protruding from the mud.

Luo Yangxing said in a low voice: "Ma'am, when Ma Xuanfu was imprisoned here, my father was only a hundred households on business outside."

Zheng Haizhu understood what Luo Yangxing meant, and said softly: "But the former Marshal Wei also had a benevolent heart, and even arranged a bed for Ma Xuanfu."

Luo Yangxing added: "Yes, those who came to torture and interrogate Ma Gong at that time were just like today. They were the eunuchs, Qiu Chengyun's subordinates. I heard that the cage was full of nails and the prisoners were not allowed to move. It was the eunuch Qiu who came up with it." of."

"Young Master Luo, use the lamp."

Zheng Haizhu took the oil lamp and looked at the bed board.

The board is covered with dark spots, presumably old bloodstains.

Suddenly, Zheng Haizhu saw a rune-like pattern in a dark spot.

She leaned over and stared closely.

That's right, the nick is not shallow, and it's going weird.

Zheng Haizhu immediately decided that it was not the texture of the wooden board itself, but also because he had seen it on another item.

A thing of self-defense that I never leave.

Looking around, there are actually two notches.

"What's the matter, ma'am?" Luo Yangxing was puzzled, and came over to have a look.

Zheng Haizhu hurriedly said: "It's all right, I'm confused, I thought there were still pieces of Ma Gong's robe."

Zheng Haizhu returned the oil lamp to Luo Yangxing, and bowed respectfully to the bed board. When he went upstairs with Luo Yangxing, he caught a glimpse of a bamboo in the corner.

"Young Master Luo, what is the use of this?"

"Oh, sometimes prisoners have broken legs and can't climb the wooden steps to get food, so the prison guards use bamboo poles to give them food."

Just at this time, there was a commotion at the end of the corridor, in the direction of the gate of the imperial prison, and the sound of footsteps, accompanied by the call of the sergeant.

"Wei Shuai, Wei Shuai, a message from the palace, Long Live is dead!"