122 on trial

The prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice is dark and damp. There is no bed, only straw on the ground, which can barely lie down. I didn't dare to lie down, not only because of the mice and cockroaches running all over the ground, but also because I didn't want the cold on the ground to enter my body. If I fell into the root of my life, I would suffer in the future.

I leaned against the cold iron door. Fortunately, it's hot now, so it won't feel cold. I haven't eaten for a day, and I haven't eaten since I entered this prison.

I remember that I read "Miscellaneous Notes in Prison" written by Fang Fang before, which said that the most terrible thing in prison is the plague. There are dozens of prisoners in a cell, and they sleep together. Some people died in the middle of the night and found out in the morning. The person who sleeps with him is equivalent to sleeping with the dead all night.

It's horrible to think of it. Fortunately, I was locked in a single cell and didn't have to be locked up with other prisoners. However, summer is a period of high incidence of plague, mainly due to various intestinal infectious diseases. Most of the food in the prison is unclean, and I don't want to get the plague because of eating the food in the prison.

The food that smells rotten, even if you are starving to death, you won't eat it. Starving to death is also better than vomiting and diarrhea.

No one paid attention to me on the first day, and the female prison head just silently took away the food that I had never moved.

No one paid attention to me the next day.

I was arraigned on the third day.

I followed the jailer softly to the lobby of the Ministry of Criminal Justice. I knelt down without shouting at the jailer, because I really didn't have the strength to stand in the hall. The feeling of not eating for three days is almost the same as dying, and I don't have any strength all over my body. When I was very hungry, I also thought of reaching out for the black nest on the broken plate on the ground, but when I thought that there were no antibiotics in this era and I got dysentery, it was equivalent to the death penalty, and I still held back.

I bet that those guys didn't torture me enough and won't let me starve to death. But the truth is that no one has paid attention to me in the past three days, and no one cares whether I eat or not.

I was so hungry that I was dizzy. Except for seeing the hanging bright plaque, I didn't see the decorations on the hall at all. I only remembered that it was very elegant. There are rows of government servants standing on both sides, and everyone holds a killing stick in their hands, which is neat and uniform.

Behind the huge table in front of me is my family. Next to him stood a burly man, and not far away sat a scholar with a brush in his hand, ready to record at any time. The big man's beard was stubble, but his eyes flashed brightly. Is it Yin Zhen's subordinate? I have never seen such a person in my impression.

From my point of view, Yin Zhen is tall, with a handsome appearance, with a full set of imperial hats, he is as handsome as a god. I, who could have stood shoulder to shoulder with him, was unkempt and depressed at this time.

I was quite embarrassed, but I still raised my head and stared at him. Today is a tough battle, how can we give up?

Yin Zhenfu looked at me in the hall and frowned slightly. He said, "I heard that you won't eat for three days? Do you want to go on a hunger strike?"

Dead on a hunger strike? I smiled, shook my head and said, "I don't want to die so soon." The voice is hoarse, like a mosquito. Although I didn't have much strength, I still insisted on finishing my words: "Bes more, there are a hundred ways to die. A hunger strike is the best way to die with myself."

Hearing this, Yin Zhen's beautiful eyebrows spread out slightly. He asked, "Then why don't you eat?"

I said, "If you eat like that, you will get sick!"

"Then you'd rather starve to death?" Yin Zhen frowned again, as if he didn't agree with my idea.

"Starving to death is at least clean. It's disgusting to spit out and die!" I said weakly but firmly.

Yin Zhen nodded, as if he understood what I meant. He thought and said, "It's not easy to keep everyone's boudoir in prison. However, stealing treasure is not what everyone's boudoir should do!" He looked at me with burning eyes, as if waiting for my answer.

"I didn't steal the treasure!" I answered very simply.

"Oh?" There was a faint anger in Yin Zhen's eyes. He picked up something from the table and raised it in his hand and asked me, "Then can you tell me how this thing in my house came to your salute?"

What is it? I fixed my eyes and couldn't help gasped. It was the dagger that took me out of his treasure room. I wanted to defend myself, but I didn't expect to be caught by him.

"Say, where is Liu Chuntao?" His voice suddenly turned harsh, and his face was very cold.

My heart trembled, but I forced myself to say, "Liu Chuntao? I don't know!"

"How did this thing come to you?" Yin Zhen didn't give me time to think about a thorough statement at all, and pressed it step by step.

"I don't know, I've never seen this thing!" That's the only way to do it now, because I can't tell him the whereabouts of Liu Chuntao.

He walked down the hall with his hands behind his back and came to me, looking at me. The faint fragrance of pear blossoms on his body penetrated into his nose, which made me palpitate. I lowered my head to hide my emotions, but he raised my chin with a dagger. Fortunately, it is with a sheath, and I have drooping my eyelashes.

His house whispered in my ear: "Liu Chuntao stole the most important thing on me, and I'm trying my best to catch it (to be continued, if you want to know what will happen, please log in. More chapters, support the author, support the genuine reading!)

c her. If you dare to get in the way, you will kill the god when you meet the god, and kill the Buddha when you meet the Buddha. If you have clues but don't know and delay my major events, I will make him live worse than death!"

The low voice was full of threats, and the coldness in it penetrated into my heart like the tip of a needle, making my heart feel cold.

My body trembled slightly. He seemed to feel it, the corners of his lips were gently hooked, and his smile became colder and colder.

He straightened up and suddenly shouted out, "Bring me up!"

The yamen outside responded loudly, followed by a sound of footsteps and shackles dragging the floor.

Who is it?

It can't be Shang Yu, can it? I turned around in horror. It turned out to be Liu Niang!

I recognized her at a glance, although she is still wearing Lin Qianer's makeup. The natural charm on her face can't be learned by others.

How did she get caught? Didn't you run like me?

Let them pretend to be Lin Qianer and go out of the city from the three gates of the east, west and south respectively, in order to implement a blind trick and distract the pursuit. They didn't bring any treasures in their car, and after leaving the city, they only put on Lin Qianer's makeup in a few designated places. When they came out, they swaggered off and removed their makeup. In addition, they changed the carriage twice more. It is reasonable that the risk of being caught is much smaller than me.

They had completed the task two days ago and could hide them separately. How could she be arrested in these two days?

I was full of doubts, but I couldn't ask. On the contrary, Yin Zhen took the initiative to solve my doubts.

He looked down at me, observed every expression of me, and then said, "She went to find the prince and was caught by my men."

Is she looking for the prince? Why is she looking for the prince? I have even more doubts in my heart.

Yin Zhen didn't give me time to think. He continued, "Didn't you say that you have to have a real Lin Qianer standing in front of you to believe it, or you would scare you with strange power? What else do you have to say now?"

He arrested me for three days before he tried me. It turned out that he was going to catch the same Lin Qianer to break my psychological defense line so that I could plead guilty?

Sure enough, he deserves to be a criminal investigation expert and is good at interrogating cases.

I lowered my head and didn't answer this question. He can get Liu Niang out, and he must have got Liu Niang's confession. Then Lin Fengchi and I, Lin Qianer, have been completely exposed. No matter how I quibble, it is useless.

He is not obsessed with this question, because he has more important questions to ask.

He squatted in front of me, gently raised my chin, and his sharp eyes shot into my eyes like a sharp arrow. He whispered, "Tell me, where is Liu Chuntao?" Although the voice is light, it reveals unquestionable majesty.

I shook my head, "I don't know the person mentioned by Master Jiu."

He sneered and said, "Are you still called Lin Qianer?"

I said, "Master Jiu is willing to call me anything. Anyway, the name is just a code name. My name is Zhang San, and my name is Li Si. It's just me.

He looked at me, his gloomy eyes as if he were exploring and thinking. He suddenly smiled, and the mountain flowers were wild and charming. It kept me stunned. His voice also became charming: "I am a person who cherishes the fragrance and jade. I don't like to be rude to women, especially beautiful women. However, if a woman is disobedient," he squeezed my chin, shook his head and said, "It's a pity! Finally, I ask you again, where is Liu Chuntao?

The coldness in his tone made my back cold, but I still shook my head without saying a word.

Refusing to answer seems to suffer from skin and flesh, but if he finds out that I am Liu Chuntao, I'm afraid I will be more badly repaired.

The last trace of patience in his eyes disappeared. He stood up and said to the bearded who had been standing beside him, "Zhu Bizhen, it's up to you. You can judge it as you want. I just want that confession." He didn't look at me again and turned into the back hall.

Zhu Bizhen sat on the chair of the trial, looked at me who was still kneeling below, and said, "Don't toast, eat fine wine!" What's the good end of annoying the ninth master! Don't say it's you, it's your uncle who doesn't know whether it's true or not. I'm afraid he can't afford it.

Uncle?? He refers to Li Guangdi, right? Yin Zhen is so powerful in the court that even Li Guangdi can't afford to provoke him? I will be skeptical. Li Guangdi is Kangxi's most trusted and beloved minister, and he has been given a plaque three times in his life. This is a rare honor.

Zhu Bizhen looked at my face and continued, "I advise you to do it from the truth, so as not to suffer from skin and flesh."

Intimidation method, a typical trick to induce confession! I rolled my eyes and ignored him.

Probably enraged by my arrogant attitude, Zhu Bizhen shouted, "Hmm, don't toast, don't eat the wine!" Come on, let's go!"

What do you mean? One of the ancient tortures. I was exploring the fragmentary memory of the finger in my mind. Before I finished exploring, the living instruments of torture had been placed in front of me.

The torture tool is a rope wearing five wooden sticks, and the sticks and rope are bloodstained. It's the blood of the former prisoner, right?

I can't help shaking.

This ugly thing was put on my finger, and the rope was straightened from both ends by the slaung official. Before they started to exert themselves, they just put on the torture, and my fingers seemed to hurt.

is a psychological effect.

The rope is tightened, the fingers are clamped and squeezed by the stick, and the pain of the drill comes from the fingers. Ten fingers to the heart, bean-sized beads of sweat rolled down my forehead. I clenched my teeth, but the painful sobs couldn't help escaping from my lips.

I haven't eaten for three days, and my body is already very weak. Coupled with the unpalatable pain on my fingers, my body is shaky.

The rope tightened more and more, and I seemed to hear the rattling of my finger bones being squeezed. Is your finger going to break? For a thief, the most important thing is flexible fingers. Without them, how can I do that empty-handed thing in the future?

No, I don't want the injured finger that can't do anything; I don't want the deformed and ugly finger after being disabled.

No, no! My fingers can't be broken!

I finally couldn't help screaming and losing my voice: "It hurts, Yin Zhen, help me!"

As I screamed, I fainted...

A basin of cold water poured on my head, which made me vaguely conscious, but I still couldn't open my eyes.

Someone squatted in front of me and said "Yi" in surprise.

"Bear a veil!" The voice is very familiar. Who is it? The dizzy brain can't remember.

Someone wiped my face for a while, and the makeup in my eyes and mouth were removed.

The man squatting in front of me was silent. After a long time, he stood up and walked to the door.

"Send someone to my house. Also, if anyone dares to walk away today, I want his family to be buried with me!" The harsh words, accompanied by a cold tone, hit my already weak nerves, and I fainted again.