Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Jia Cong immediately stood up and said, "I have something to go to the government office."

The girls saw that he looked serious and asked him what was the matter.

Jia Cong said, "It's about revenge for Jinse."

The faces of the ladies darkened. They also vaguely heard from Cheng Lingsu that Jinse died while saving Jia Cong.

Daiyu said, "Go ahead. Miss Jinse is watching you from heaven."

Jia Cong nodded, turned around and went straight to the Nansi Prison.

In the torture room of Wei Prison, the elegant young man Jiang Yuhan, who had just been drinking with his friends in the restaurant, had been brought in by the captain and tied tightly to the torture rack, waiting for Jia Cong's instructions before the torture began.

Jia Cong walked in quickly, looked at Jiang Yuhan and sneered, "Brother Jiang, you and I meet again, didn't expect it?"

Jiang Yuhan remained calm and said with a smile, "If the young master wants to see me, he can just send someone to summon me. Why mobilize so many troops?"

Jia Cong laughed, walked over and patted his smooth face, saying, "Do you know why I asked you to come?"

Jiang Yuhan saw that there was no smile in his eyes, and was secretly frightened. He hurriedly said, "I don't know, please let me know. If I have offended you, I hope you will forgive me."

Jia Cong smiled: "Forgive me? Well, don't worry, if I offend you in any way later, please forgive me."

Jiang Yuhan laughed dryly and said, "I don't understand what you mean."

Jia Cong said, "I noticed you when you were still in Prince Zhongshun's mansion. I only regret that I didn't get rid of you earlier, which led to Jinse's death."

Jiang Yuhan was startled and said hurriedly, "Miss Jinse is actually the young master's man? My son and the prince didn't know that, otherwise we would never dare to offend her."

Jia Cong sneered, "Stop talking nonsense. If you tell the truth, I will kill you. Otherwise, I don't think my methods are inferior to those of your Dongchang."

Jiang Yuhan was shocked when he revealed his identity. He said, "Young Master, what you said makes me even more confused. I am just an actor who has been learning opera since I was young. What does this have to do with the East Factory?"

Jia Cong was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and said with a smile: "Well, Captain Zhuang!"

"I'm here." Zhuang Qing bowed.

"I want to see how tough the bones of the East Factory's elite are." Jia Cong grinned.

Zhuang Qing cupped his hands and said, "I will serve you well and make sure Mr. Jiang enjoys himself."

"Okay, let's go." Jia Cong waved his hand and sat down on the armchair.

Zhuang Qing knew that Jia Cong was extremely angry about Jinse's death, so he was relieved to show his power. He smiled at Jiang Yuhan and said, "Mr. Jiang, we are all colleagues. I advise you to confess honestly. Why suffer the consequences?"

Jiang Yuhan smiled faintly and said, "I have heard for a long time that the Jinyiwei are like a den of devils. Today is a good opportunity to learn from them."

All the captains laughed, but their voices were cold and eerie, like gusts of cold wind blowing towards one's face.

Zhuang Qing smiled and said, "I will not disappoint you. Since I am an expert, I will not show you my ordinary tricks. Let's start with an appetizer. How about a fish?"

"What fish?" Jiang Yuhan sneered.

Zhuang Qing waved his hand.

A lieutenant sang: "Here we go! Taigong is fishing!"

There was a clanging sound above my head, and two rusty iron chains hung down from the beams, with a circular iron hook at the end, flashing with cold light and extremely sharp.

Even though Jiang Yuhan was a professional, he couldn't help but feel nervous. Although he knew how to use torture, he had never been tortured before. Seeing this scene, he felt a little guilty.

He thought to himself that a good man would not suffer a loss in front of him, and hurriedly said loudly: "Young Master, I confess. I am the male favorite of Prince Beijing, and I am quite favored. If you want anything, just ask the prince."

Jia Cong shook his head and laughed, "Captain Zhuang, look how smart he is. He still hopes for the best when he gets to this point."

Zhuang Qing smiled and said, "Your Excellency is right. It is human nature to not cry until you see the coffin. It is not surprising that you are smart and self-righteous."

"Yeah." Jia Cong closed his eyes slightly and nodded.

Seeing this, Zhuang Qing sneered slightly, pulled over an iron chain, and with a hiss, the iron hook pierced Jiang Yuhan's left scapula.

Jiang Yuhan trembled all over and couldn't help but groan. Then the scapula on the other side was pierced as well. Blood flowed down the iron chain. The pain made him grit his teeth and sweat profusely.

He was also a ruthless man and he didn't say a word.

The essence of Taigong’s fishing lies in the word “fishing”.

Zhuang Qing waved his hand, and the iron chain slid and slowly moved up.

There was horror in Jiang Yuhan's eyes, like a big fish that was hooked up involuntarily.

Ah! He couldn't hold it in any longer and howled miserably.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Jia Cong's eyes. Jinse, if your spirit is in heaven, you will also be pleased, right?

The captain who was carrying out the execution smiled at each other, and suddenly loosened and tightened his hands. Jiang Yuhan fell suddenly, and then suddenly stopped in the air. This fall was so painful that he felt his heart and lungs were torn apart, as if his two shoulder blades were about to break out of his body.

His face was distorted for a moment, and snot, tears, saliva, blood, and sweat flowed down together, as if a waterfall had appeared out of nowhere.

After torturing him for about an incense stick of time, Zhuang Qing waved his hand and ordered them to let him go, and asked, "Do you want to confess?"

Jiang Yuhan just panted and said nothing.

"Yes! He is a real man." Zhuang Qing said with a smile, "After eating the fish, let's buy Brother Jiang a glass of water. Well, come here, bandage his wound first, and then play slowly."

"Yes."

The Imperial Guards had the best wound medicine and surgeons, and they treated Jiang Yuhan's injuries skillfully, stopping the bleeding immediately.

The captains carried Jiang Yuhan to the torture bed and tied him up in a spread-eagle shape, preparing for the second punishment, like making a person drink water.

But I saw a large jar hanging on its head with a long and thin mouth, and I didn't know what was in it.

Zhuang Qing sat on the edge of the bed, took a piece of mulberry paper and gently covered Jiang Yuhan's face. A stream of clear water poured down from the jar, soaking the paper and sticking it tightly to his mouth and nose.

Jiang Yuhan whimpered repeatedly, his eyes wide open and bloodshot. It was obvious that he had guessed the meaning of "like drinking water" and he struggled frantically in fear.

Zhuang Qing smiled and said, "Don't worry, don't worry. There's more." Then he covered it with another piece of mulberry paper.

Mulberry paper is breathable and absorbent, and after three or four layers of it were covered, most of the air was blocked. Jiang Yuhan was like a dying fish, shaking his head desperately and poking around with his tongue, trying to get rid of the paper, but the paper was wet and stuck tightly to his face, as if they were born together and could not be separated.

Under the great fear of dying and the attack of suffocation due to lack of oxygen, Jiang Yuhan rolled his eyes in a moment.

Zhuang Qing opened the paper slightly at the right time and asked, "Do you want to recruit?"

Jiang Yuhan took a deep breath of fresh air and said weakly, "Kill me if you can."

"Well, a mighty man cannot yield, a brave man is a brave man." Zhuang Qing clapped his hands and nodded, saying, "Now we will serve the main course, please enjoy it."

Jia Cong asked, "What's the main course?"

Zhuang Qing hurriedly said, "My Lord, this method has a name, it's called luring someone into a trap, and it's the most suitable for dealing with a tough guy like him."

"Okay, let's take a look."

"Yes."

Two lieutenants had already brought a three-legged iron frame and placed it in the room. Several other lieutenants brought a large urn as tall as a person and placed it on the frame. Then they stripped Jiang Yuhan of his clothes and threw him in. There was no need to tie him up, as he was too seriously injured to climb out anyway.

Then he put a brazier under the iron rack and started a fire.

Zhuang Qing stepped on a chair, leaned over the urn, and said with a smile, "If you want to confess, just shout."

Jiang Yuhan curled up at the bottom of the big jar and remained silent.

The flame in the brazier gradually grew stronger, the bottom of the jar gradually became hotter, and at the same time the temperature in the jar continued to rise, becoming unbearable.

Jiang Yuhan didn't care about the pain and struggled to stand up. He felt a burning sensation under his feet, so he had to stand on both feet alternately, faster and faster. Soon he jumped up and screamed.

Jiang Yuhan felt that the soles of her feet were getting hotter and hotter, and the temperature kept rising as if there was no end. The surroundings were also wrapped in endless heat waves, as if she was in a fiery purgatory, as if she was going to be roasted dry. She wanted to die, but she couldn't.

This kind of torture is beyond the ability of the human body to withstand.

Jia Cong was greatly enlightened. He had never expected that there would be such bizarre ideas in the prison. They were completely different from the common punishments such as whipping, branding, and finger-pinching.

"I confess, I confess everything, please, just give me a quick death!" Jiang Yuhan finally couldn't bear it anymore and screamed while grabbing the edge of the jar.

Zhuang Qing waved his hand, ordered someone to move the brazier away, and said, "Let's talk."

Jiang Yuhan endured the severe pain in his feet and looked at Jia Cong and said, "After I confess, please grant me death." He also understood that once he entered the Jinyiwei's cell, there was no way he could get out upright.

Jia Cong nodded and said, "I promise you, confess."

Jiang Yuhan then told him all the information he knew, pouring out beans from a bamboo tube, asking for nothing else but to die quickly.

Jia Cong suddenly realized why the emperor had decisively believed in Li Meng's counterattack and used the same strategy against Tu Fei when he rebelled.

It turned out that the other person who leaked the information was Prince Beijing. Jiang Yuhan obtained the information from Zhongshun and told Prince Beijing first, asking him to make a contribution in front of the emperor.

Jia Cong was surprised and asked, "You are obviously from the East Factory, and you work for Prince Zhongshun, so why are you involved with Prince Beijing? Who do you work for?"

Jiang Yuhan said: "I came from the East Factory, and was originally a spy sent by the Emperor to be with Prince Zhongshun, to monitor him and also to help him gather information.

Ever since I went to Beijing Prince's mansion to sing an opera and was favored by the prince, I have liked him in my heart. The prince also values ​​me, so he ordered me to stay with Zhongshun and wait for the opportunity. "

Jia Cong was a little bit incredulous and asked, "So you betrayed the East Factory and Prince Zhongshun for Prince Beijing?"

Jiang Yuhan nodded and said, "Yes, the East Factory treated me as a pawn, and Prince Zhongshun treated me as a plaything. Only Prince Beijing treated me well, so I naturally have to repay him."

Jia Cong laughed loudly, and Zhuang Qing and others also laughed. They did not expect that the spy trained by the East Factory for many years would fall in love with Prince Beijing just because he was young and romantic. It was really ridiculous.

Jia Cong asked, "How do you know that Prince Beijing is not treating you as a plaything?"

Jiang Yuhan shook his head and said, "No, because Prince Beijing doesn't love women."

"Hmm? Didn't he get married a long time ago?"

Jiang Yuhan said: "It's just a cover-up. The prince will not fall in love with a woman, because any woman he falls in love with must die. That's how Jinse died."

Jia Cong's face turned cold, and he said, "Tell the truth. What kind of person is Prince Beijing?"

Jiang Yuhan hesitated for a moment, then thought of the feeling of torture and no longer cared about anything else, and hurriedly told everything he knew.

Zhuang Qing asked questions from time to time, verifying the intelligence he had obtained in advance, and soon he had gotten all the information in his mind.

Jia Cong listened slowly and said nothing.

Zhuang Qing questioned him repeatedly, making sure that he had finished telling the story of the East Factory and Prince Beijing's Mansion before he nodded to Jia Cong.

Jia Cong said calmly: "How do you want to die?"

Jiang Yuhan was overjoyed and said, "Please, Young Master, grant me a complete body."

Jia Cong laughed and said, "Don't worry, I will keep my promise and leave you with an intact body."

"Thank you, Young Master." Jiang Yuhan said in a trembling voice.

"Don't be so quick to thank me. I'm not talking about now." Jia Cong smiled coldly and said, "Captain Zhuang, serve him well. I want to make Jinse suffer a thousand times more on him. He will not be allowed to die."

"I humble my duty and obey my orders."

"Jia Cong! You will not die a good death!" Jiang Yuhan screamed in agony.

He never expected that Jia Cong would be so despicable and cruel, squeezing out all his value and not giving him a quick death.

Just when he was about to bite his tongue to commit suicide, he was grabbed out and his jaw was dislocated.

There were all experts in front of me, so it was impossible to predict his reaction.

Zhuang Qing sneered, "Come here, pull out all his teeth first, just in case. You heard what Shao Bao said just now. If this man gets into trouble in our hands, who will go to apologize to the adults?"

The captains laughed and said, "Don't worry, Captain. This is not the first time we have done this. You know the tricks. We will make sure that Mr. Jiang is neither alive nor dead. This is what your Excellency wants."

Zhuang Qing smiled and said, "If not for this, I would not have appointed your general." After saying that, he turned around and looked at Jiang Yuhan coldly.

But when Jia Cong returned home, it was already dark. He hadn't eaten for most of the day and was already starving, but he was in a very good mood.

When he returned to the inner hall, he saw the girls waiting for him. Ruyi, Baochai, Chuchan, Xiangyun and others were gathered together looking at a piece of Yuanshu paper, nodding their heads in admiration.

Jia Cong smiled and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Ruyi asked, "Is it done?"

"It's settled. I have avenged half of Miss Jinse's revenge."

Baochai came over with the scroll and said, "We are reading a eulogy that Pin'er wrote for Miss Jinse after you left."

Jia Cong looked at Daiyu, nodded slightly, and said: "Pin'er is a beautiful girl with a kind heart. She can write poems fluently. She must be a very good writer."

Daiyu said softly, "Miss Jinse risked her life to save you, which is a great favor to our family. I am writing a few words just to express my gratitude."

Jia Cong sighed, "Yes." He took the article and saw that it read:
There are virtuous women in the world who can serve as role models for the people in their community. Everyone mourns their death and rejoices in their life. How much more so the heroic women among the inner chambers, who are even harder to meet in the world, yet as rare as the morning star.

When beauty fades, people of all ages are saddened; when beauty is destroyed by coarseness, people of all ages are outraged.

When the Weaver Girl is unlucky, the flower of her heart-breaking thoughts breaks her heart; when the precious harp is dead, the ground is covered with red grass.

Even a traveler would feel sad when hearing the flute; let alone the person who has received the emperor's kindness, reading the mourning letter personally.

The startled sound of broken geese makes me feel sad; the chilly wind blows through the trees, and my bitter sorrow and thoughts are easily stirred.

In the scorching heat of midsummer, I feel especially pity for the chill of the night watchman; my fragile and delicate body feels the pain that penetrates my bones.

The brocade zither has no reason, and its beautiful soul is gone in one day; it is prosperous in the morning and withered in the evening, how many years can it be free from the poison?
Unexpectedly, she was the first to appear in the morning dew, and her shadow was like a piece of smoke. The sad Chang'e who stole the medicine actually rode a toad to the moon; the pitiful female historian who played the flute actually rode a phoenix to become an immortal.

The moon shines on the empty bed, making me feel sad; the wind pulls the green tent, still missing the person.

The hidden knight also came out of his thatched cottage, and the White Horse General should be filled with righteous indignation.

Kill their arrogance and wash away the injustice of the beauty for thousands of years; annihilate the powerful and eliminate the hatred of the romantics for thousands of years.

The following is a eulogy: With misty ornaments and rosy skirts, where is my beloved? I wish she would be in the orchid hall, and stay in my territory. I will ride the blue dragon and the phoenix reins, and spread the spring sunshine for a hundred miles. (End of this chapter)