Chapter 312: The Urn in the Pot
The night is low, and the light snow on Chinese New Year's Eve still does not stop, fluttering and falling like willows. As the dinner party in the palace was set off to the most lively moment by the staggered people, clusters of brilliant and brilliant fireworks rushed into the sky one after another, and the whole inky night sky was lit up by this moment of life. The palace people are all wearing new palace clothes, and several groups are standing under the porch or standing in the garden to enjoy the beautiful scenery of this night.
In the distance, the sound of fireworks and feasting in the distance was gradually heard in the Dongchang prison. At this moment, the head of the army had already solemnly admonished his subordinates, and then went back to reunite with his wife and son who were waiting at home.
An older looking fanservant sat at the table, bent one leg on the chair, drank two sips of warm wine on the table to warm up, then peeled peanuts and threw them into his mouth to eat, then lazily clapped his hands, stood up and walked towards the few around him, touched and said: "Let's go, all the money in my hand was fought by you boys before, and today is Chinese New Year's Eve, it is time for me to turn over two plates." β
When those people heard this, they couldn't hold it back, and when they saw this person shouting, they immediately stood up and said with a smile: "Maybe this is true, if we win after a while, don't be angry with us." β
The man smiled when he heard this, and then pointed to the others: "You boys, I still don't believe in this evil today, go!"
As he spoke, he heard the sound of the bench rubbing against the ground, and the people walked a few steps with a smile, and the senior man turned back to the few servants who were standing aside and couldn't interject at all: "It's still the old rule, it's up to you to watch tonight, but nothing happened, and the commander also told him when he left, and you should have heard it." β
Hearing this, the few junior servants who were standing aside hurriedly said, "Yes, yes." β
As soon as the words fell, the man took a group of gambling companions and left, until the footsteps completely disappeared, and one of the soldiers immediately changed his face, kicked the chair extremely unevenly, took a cup and poured a glass of wine before scolding and grinning: "His mother, every year on Chinese New Year's Eve, let those Wang Eight Lambs go out to escape, but we want to squat in this place where there is no daylight to see those few people who are not ghosts and ghosts, they are all fucking rootless, what qualifications are dragged with us." β
Among them, Wu Yizhen and Chen De glanced at each other silently, and then turned around and walked towards the east prison on duty.
The scolding man glanced at it, and then heard the person next to him disdainfully: "Don't say it, on weekdays, the two boys Wu Yizhen and Chen De are diligent, and they look honest, and they have to be praised by the service chief." β
The man sneered when he heard this, and then said, "No matter how diligent you are, you are a slave, what is the difference between it and the dog that wags its tail and other bones at the door." β
Although they had already walked a few steps, Wu Yizhen and Chen De could also hear a louder ridicule behind them, and in the dim light, they saw their faces move slightly, and their eyes gradually sank with unwillingness and hatred.
The night was getting deeper, and the prison was almost dripping into ice.
Under the faint light, Wu Yizhen cautiously glanced around, and then looked at Chen De, Chen De turned his back to look at the wind knowingly, Wu Yizhen carefully opened the lid of the food box sent, pulled out a small paper bag from his sleeve at a very fast speed, and the moment he opened it, he cautiously and quickly poured the powder inside into a bowl of hot dumplings in front of him.
For fear of being seen, Wu Yizhen only stirred it with his hands, and then closed the food box again, Chen De turned his head when he heard the voice, and when he saw Wu Yizhen nodding, the two walked towards the end of the East Prison together.
It was obviously a bone-chilling night, but beads of sweat gradually appeared between Wu Yizhen and Chen De's foreheads, and they almost tried their best to restrain their trembling hands.
One step, one step......
They had never felt that the road under their feet had been so long, and at last they reached the door of the cell at the end, and as they looked in, there was still the old woman who was alive and dead, looking hideous and gloomy.
"Old thing, eat. β
Wu Yizhen exhaled silently, and then scolded and scolded as usual: "You are blessed today, you can still taste the dumplings of our East Factory on Chinese New Year's Eve." β
While speaking, Wu Yizhen put down the food box and took out the bowl, and the sound of chains sounded on the side, and then the cell door was opened by Chen De with a "squeak-".
Wu Yizhen didn't look at Chen De again at this moment, because he learned from the concubine Niangniang of Changchun Palace that the old woman in front of him was a guy with extremely poisonous eyes, and he might be able to see something.
"Bang-"
Wu Yizhen rudely slammed the bowl in front of Mama Yu, and then said loudly: "Eat early, I'll put away the bowl after eating." β
Wu Yizhen pretended to be extremely impatient on his face, and then he scolded and walked out, at this moment, he heard the sound of chains behind him, and then heard the sound of the porcelain bowl leaving the ground.
Wu Yizhen's heart gradually rose, and she felt more and more nervous, and Chen De at this moment was the same as him, almost like a nervous tension, and she didn't even dare to wipe the sweat on her forehead easily.
Seeing Mama Yu holding the porcelain bowl unhurriedly, she picked up the chopsticks with her right hand and flicked them, then put her lips to the edge of the bowl, ready to drink the next mouthful of hot soup.
"Waitβ"
Just when Wu Yizhen and Chen De felt that this last task was about to be completed, an unfamiliar but gloomy voice suddenly sounded behind them, and the moment they turned around, it was almost a spirit, and their legs actually knelt down without standing firmly.
The commander who had long since left appeared in front of him at this moment, and in front of him was a man with a handsome face dressed in a big hat, and behind him stood those few servants who were clamoring for gambling money.
How did they end up here-
"Go, get that bowl out. β
Hearing the words of the captain, the oldest officer almost stepped forward and snatched the bowl from the stunned Mama Yu and walked out.
"What are you two here for?"
Wu Yizhen and Chen De both knelt there tremblingly, and then heard Chen De try to reply: "Return, if you return to the commander, the younger two are here to deliver food." β
"Deliver food?"
The chief's cold eyes narrowed slightly, and then revealed a little interrogation: "Is there a problem with the meal?"
"No, no! how dare the little onesβ"
Hearing the words of the two people in front of him, Feng Wei only felt extremely lame, it can be seen that the wall of this East Factory is too dense, and Cheng Guifei can only dig up these two useless wastes for herself.
"It's cold, you've worked hard to stay here tonight. β
Feng Wei slowly walked towards the two of them, his temperament was gentle and kind, as if he was extremely considerate of his subordinates, he looked down at Wu Yizhen and Chen De slightly, and the corners of his lips were indifferently hooked: "This bowl of dumplings, I will reward you two." β
Hearing this, Wu Yizhen and Chen De almost stood on end, and as Feng Wei gradually stood up, the shadows that fell gradually dissipated, but in the eyes of the two of them, Feng Wei in front of them was also like coming from hell.
While everyone was still stunned, the commander reprimanded, "What are you doing in a daze? β
When the soldier heard the voice, he immediately gave the order, and immediately saw that several people behind Feng Wei also stepped forward to restrain the two of them motionlessly, their mouths were pried open, and they saw that the bowl of hot dumplings was about to be brought to their mouths.
"Woo-woo-"
Just when the two of them were struggling indistinctly, Wu Yizhen among them was already limp and weak, her face was like white paper, and at this moment she saw that her life was almost gone, and she immediately didn't care about it, and she almost didn't bite off her tongue during the struggle, and almost said in a hoarse voice: "There is poison in this bowl, the overseer spares his life, the overseer spares his life-"
Everyone's movements gradually slowed down, and Wu Yizhen immediately crawled to Feng Wei's feet and cried tremblingly: "The little ones don't dare anymore, the little ones don't dare anymore." β
"Oh?"
Feng Weiyun raised his eyebrows lightly, and then did not hesitate to let the excellent quality of the big gas fall on the dusty ground, and squatted down gently: "Then tell me, where did this poison come from? Who told you to release it?"
As soon as these words came out, Wu Yizhen's body was stunned, and he turned his head stiffly and frightenedly to look at Chen De behind him, seeing Chen De frowning and shaking his head, he didn't dare to speak again for a while.
"Dog minion!
The chief raised his foot and kicked Wu Yizhen out of the distance, raising a puff of fine dust, but Feng Wei pulled out the handkerchief in his sleeve without any anger, wiped his hands indifferently and said: "It seems that I have been working in the East Factory for so long, and I don't know the rules of our East Factory. β
As soon as the words fell, everyone present had a chill on their backs, and they could already imagine the tragic picture that would appear for a while.
"The little one understands. β
The chief of the army replied with his fists clenched, and then he gave a look, and several strong servants immediately stepped forward and dragged him up roughly, put him on the stool for punishment, and tied him firmly to it.
"Let's see if it's a hard bone. β
Hearing the commander's words, the oldest officer willingly picked out a hammer from the torture instrument, and then a bloodthirsty killing intent appeared in his eyes, but he walked towards Chen Dedao step by step with a smile: "I haven't been tortured for a long time, I'm just afraid of my hands, so I'm waiting for some." β
Under the light, Chen De's frightened face was covered with beads of sweat, his hands and feet trembled almost uncontrollably, and before he could react, he immediately gritted his teeth, and smashed his knee with an expressionless hammer on his face, almost shattering his bones at the same time, Chen De's body tensed up, and a hoarse and hideous cry resounded throughout the prison.
But the movements in the hands of the soldiers did not slow down at all, let alone stop, and then another heavy hammer fell, and the thick blood immediately burst out, splashed all over the ground, and also splashed on the cold and ruthless face of the soldiers, and every time there was a dull sound, it was Chen De's hissing that cracked his lungs, making people feel that his scalp was numb, and every time a few drops of warm blood would splash on Wu Yizhen's stiff face.
Gradually, Chen De's voice became smaller and smaller, his entire leg was as bloody as a blur, and the bright red blood spread little by little, almost soaking to his waist, dripping blood from the hem of his trousers. And Chen De was like a puppet with a broken thread, his head drooping down without the slightest support, his hair was messy and wet with sweat, and his pale face was splashed with a few drops of blood, which looked extremely terrifying.
"It's your turn. β
The hellish voice sounded gloomily, Wu Yizhen's whole person was stiff and motionless, but the others did not wait for him to react, they were already rudely about to put him on another torture bench, feeling that he was cruelly dragged next to Chen De, who was no one and not a ghost, Wu Yizhen almost instinctively struggled and escaped.
But seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the cold and bloodstained torture bench, Wu Yizhen couldn't support it anymore, his whole body was like being crawled all over his body by ants, and he tried his best to resist, and then howled: "It's Cheng Guifei, it's Cheng Guifei Niangniang of Changchun Palace who asked the slave to do it, Cheng Guifei, Cheng Guifei-"
Wu Yizhen was almost so frightened that his words were confused, but every word he said fell into the hearts of those present, the corners of Feng Wei's lips were almost imperceptibly hooked, and he folded the handkerchief back into his sleeve leisurely.
Everything is as His Royal Highness the eldest grandson thinks, and he can be regarded as having an explanation.
"Let him write a confession. β
Feng Wei indifferently dropped this sentence and turned away, Wu Yizhen was like a lost dog dragged out of the water, panting heavily, his body was already cold and stiff, but he also knew that the end was coming.