Chapter 27: Raising People (First Shift)

Sun Shangshu coldly slanted a glance.

Huang Langzhong was like falling into an ice cellar, his head lowered, and he walked over in a hurry.

“My lord, it happened so suddenly that my humble servant did not have the time to fetch the apprehension papers, mainly because this person is a martial artist, as well as the nephew of the Imperial Sword Guard, Xu Pingzhi. There is the ability to abscond from the crime.” Huang Lang Center says that Lord Shangshu’s big mouth is only six feet away from me, but I can dump the pot in zero point zero one second.

“Duke Zhou sent his escorts to file a lawsuit, saying that some thieves beat him up in the street and said they wanted to splatter his blood ….”

“It was an emergency, so my humble servant decided to take the man down before he absconded.”

With the presence of the white clothes of the Szetian Supervisor and the great Confucian of the Cloud Deer Academy, he didn’t dare to lie, and there was no need for him to do so.

The two sides were fighting in the street, and it would have been a major fifty-fifty thing.

He did everything by the book except not having the seizure papers. Examples of turning around and making up seizure papers abound in the Ministry of Justice.

The white-robed men of the Divine Constabulary frowned.

Li Mu Bai and Zhang Shen looked at each other, the former stepped forward and said in a deep voice, “The sage said: a gentleman should be sincere.”

Poof, poof, poof ….

Huang Langzhong only felt his heart beating violently, blood rushing to his cheeks, ashamed for lying, and ashamed of himself.

He loathed his lying self, and his spirit protested fiercely against his vile behavior.

His mouth also angrily detached from his will and spoke uncontrollably, ”Duke Zhou wants to fix Xu Qi’an and let him die in the Ministry of Justice’s prison to vent his hatred! I, I …. want to sell Mr. Zhou a favor.”

Comfortable …. Huang Langzhong sat on his butt on the ground, sweat seeping out of his forehead.

The surrounding resounded with clamor, there were more than a dozen officials from the Ministry of Justice present, looking at Huang Langzhong with disdain, contempt, gloating, or shaking their heads and sighing.

“Despicable and shameless, this official will definitely write a folding paper to impeach you tomorrow.” The Minister of Justice of the Ministry of Criminal Affairs was immediately energized.

The five qualities of the realm of virtue ….. Sun Shangshu didn’t move, swept his eyes at the pale, dull-eyed Huang Langzhong, and instructed the officials under his hand, “Pass on my words, and release the man.”

……

With the clatter of shackles, Xu Qi’an was brought to the torture room, and Zhou Gongzi changed into an indigo robe that was thick without looking ugly.

He was sitting in a big horse, one foot on the chair, and his ear, which had been cracked by Xu Qi’an’s stomp, was wrapped in a thin white cloth.

The thin old man in a blue coat with gold piping on the collar and cuffs stood at his side, his pupils staring sharply at Xu Qi’an, not hiding his killing intent.

In addition, there were two jailers standing by a pile of torture devices, gloatingly scrutinizing Xu Qi’an.

The brocade-clothed male waved his hand, and a jailer fished out a piece of paper from his pocket and flung it in front of Xu Qi’an.

“You have two ways to go now,” Zhou Gongzi’s eyes looked out of the corner of his eye, “Plead guilty and draw a confession; try all the torture devices here once and then plead guilty and draw a confession.”

Xu Qi’an take a look, the contents of the confession are roughly as follows: changle county magistrate fast hand Xu Qi’an, because of a verbal dispute with zhou li in the street, got up to kill, relying on force to out to harm people, seriously injured zhou li. Then the constable arrived, the fast hand Xu Qi’an fell ….

When the street murder, the other party is still the son of the Minister of the Ministry of the household, if I signed and drew a pledge, the lightest are banished, surnamed Zhou operation, sentenced me to a vegetable market beheading are possible ….. This is not to leave me alive ah.

Xu Qi’an retracted his gaze and looked at the brocade-clothed male: “Sign and draw, and suffer less from the pain of skin and flesh?”

The corner of Mr. Zhou’s mouth picked up, as if he was playing with a mole cricket, and he teased, “No, the choice I’m giving you is: draw a pledge before being tortured. Or to be tortured before drawing a pledge.”

Several of the jailers laughed.

Xu Qi’an’s face was grim.

The more he was like this, the happier Mr. Zhou was, loving the way others hated him and could do nothing about it.

“Tsk, scary, really scary.” Zhou Li laughingly said, “Uncle Chen, are the shackles firm? What if this thief suddenly storms out and kills someone?”

The thin old man laughed, “Don’t worry young master, it’s just a mole cricket, the old slave can slap it to death.”

“Then I am relieved.” Zhou Li got up, walked over to the pile of torture instruments, and spoke eloquently, “There are twenty-four kinds of torture instruments here, each of which can make a person hurt to the extreme, but can’t hurt their lives, and are a great tool for extracting confessions through torture.”

“I’m not going to kill you, wouldn’t that be too cheap.”

“I have heard that there are a full hundred and eight instruments of torture in the great prison of the night watchman, and that no one who has been imprisoned in it has ever come out alive.”

“It’s a shame you’re not lucky enough to enjoy it, tsk, tsk, shame.”

Xu Qi’an inevitably looked at the instruments of torture, there are seats covered with iron nails, there are rusty steel needles, there are iron saws that have become dark red from years of blood staining….. There were all sorts of things, each of which was characterized by cruelty and bloodshed.

Xu Qi’an’s throat rolled and his face went pale.

According to the time, the Caiwei girl from the Secret Service should have already received the notice from Sheriff Wang ….. Why haven’t you arrived yet? Is she unwilling to save me?

No, that book I wrote was very seductive, but any alchemist should be scratching his heart hard after reading it and can’t wait to see what comes next.

If you don t come to save me, even if I can survive in the end, after this set of torture equipment is used up, I will be wasted …. Beads of sweat began to seep from Xu Qi’an’s forehead.

He’s a normal person and he gets scared.

Mr. Zhou had been watching his face as he spoke, and was very satisfied to see it.

This kind of teasing rat-like game immersed him in it, enjoying it a million times over, and continued, “I heard that you were raised by your second uncle Xu Pingzhi since you were young, so your relationship must have been very good.”

“Well, I have reason to suspect that you and your second uncle planned this whole thing.”

He checked me out …. The veins at the corners of Xu Qi’an’s forehead bulged.

“This …. Mr. Zhou, it’s not written in the confession.” A yamen couldn’t help it.

“Stupid, just write a new one.” The other jailer scolded.

“Then what are you waiting for, write it right here, in front of him.” Duke Zhou laughed wildly.

Laughter echoed in the torture room, and suddenly, the forbidding iron door was opened, and a jailer led a green-robed official in.

The green-robed official swept a glance and saw that Xu Qi’an’s body was bloodless and intact, and silently sighed in relief.

“Lift the man.”

Finally, finally here …. Xu Qi’an was relieved.

The several jailers in the torture room subconsciously looked at Zhou Gongzi.

“This lord, we are interrogating a prisoner.” Zhou Gongzi’s gaze moved away from the green robe symbolizing the fifth rank and gazed at the official’s face with a somewhat displeased expression.

The green-robed official laughed conspiratorially, “This is the Ministry of Punishment, not the Ministry of Households, if Mr. Zhou wants to try a prisoner, go back to the Ministry of Households to try him, if the Ministry of Households is also in charge of punishment and prison.”

After saying that, he drank, “A few dogs, didn’t you hear me, take the people away from me.”

PS: today three more, to finish this plot, old like this you guys look also tired, well, as a first pay back an ally’s raise. I’m going to return Xiu’er first. After all, it is the old man in my harem, first flip his card.

After the shelves three thousand words to hit the bottom, according to my urine when I write the second generation of demons, four thousand words a chapter are the norm, then I hope to see you guys brush: selling newspapers long and lasting.