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Zhao Er seemed to have found a life-saving straw and immediately climbed over.

The man didn't care about the stench on Zhao Er's body, and said lightly: "If you are here, he will not torture you anymore." ”

Zhao Er's face was full of gratitude: "I...... I will really repay you, I am my father and the uncle of Daqi, I ...... I...... After you go out, you will be given an immortal tablet...... No, I'll try to get you out when I get out...... You ......"

Before Zhao Er finished speaking, he heard the man say in surprise: "You are the Zhao family?" The Zhao family, the queen mother's mother? ”

Zhao Er's eyes lit up: "Yes...... I'm the Zhao family...... You're right, my father ......"

"I know who your father is, he is Zhao Guangxian of Shaoqing of Dali Temple." The man seemed to have thought of something, and his voice suddenly rose.

Zhao Er finally found a person who understood, he reached out to pull the man's arm, but he didn't expect to almost pull an empty, the man's arm was thinner than a baby's, like a piece of flesh wrapped in a bone, in the prison of Bazhou, he had tried so many prisoners with his own hands, and none of them had ever been tortured like this.

It's not that he's not ruthless enough, but that the prisoner will die there after a few major punishments, and no one can endure it for so long like this person.

Zhao Er swallowed: "I...... My father is no longer the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, but he was released to make a history of thorns. ”

"Oh," the man said, "he's finally promoted, it's not easy, the Zhao family has survived for so many years to have the brilliance they have now." ”

Zhao Er couldn't hear whether this was good or bad, he licked his lips: "My father worked hard to get to where he is today, but I don't fight for it. He wanted to cry when he thought about it.

"If you don't have his ruthlessness, you naturally can't do it," the man's arm moved, and one hand suddenly put on Zhao Er's wrist, "Can the Zhao family have today, do you know how to get it?" ”

Zhao Er nodded, but for some reason, he felt that the person in front of him knew the Zhao family better than him, and he immediately shook his head again.

The man's fingers slid to Zhao Er's bone joints: "He exchanged his life for it, hundreds, thousands of lives." Speaking of this, his hand was slightly forced, and the bone joints were embedded in Zhao Er's wrist.

The sudden pain immediately made Zhao Er shout, blood gurgled out from his wrist, soaking through his clothes, Zhao Er kept rolling and struggling in the place, he wanted to shake off the man's hand, but no matter how hard he tried, it was useless, that person was like an appendage, no matter how he struggled, he was connected to him.

What kind of hatred can make a man use his bones as a sharp weapon.

The huge fear firmly covered Zhao Er, and Zhao Er even forgot to resist: "Why, why are you hurting me like this." ”

"Have you ever heard of a name?" The man spat out a sentence, "Your father's former boss, Cao Yong, the secretary of Dali Temple." ”

My father often said that if it weren't for Cao Yong, the Qing of Dali Temple, he would have been a great minister.

When his father was Shaoqing in Dali Temple, he was suppressed by Cao Yong, until Cao Yong was condemned as the Qingwang Party and entered the Imperial City Division Prison, and everything took a turn for the better.

In order to make Cao Yong never recover, his father beat Cao Yong into the Qingwang Party in one go, and the two hundred members of the Cao family were implicated, not only that, as long as everyone related to Cao Yong was arrested and put in prison.

He was tortured, pleaded guilty, and was escorted to the execution ground.

This is the path that all the Gyeongwang parties have to take.

After handling Cao Yong's case, his father found the trick and punished many "Qingwang Party", and the Zhao family only had today's glory because of the blood of these people.

Everyone knows that Zhao Guangxian has been a gentleman who has not learned and has no skills since he was a child, and he has become a dignitary by relying on ruthlessness, righteousness, and ruthlessness.

Zhao Er trembled his hands: "Are you Cao Yong?" No way, Cao Yong is dead. ”

The man said, "Cao Yong is dead, but his brother is still alive." ”

"Cao Jia, you are Cao Jia," Zhao Er finally came up with the Cao Jia he had heard from his father countless times, the youngest privy councillor in Daqi.

Cao Jia heard Zhao Er shouting his name and laughed: "At least you still know my name, yes, that's right, I'm Cao Jia." ”

"God has eyes, let me meet you while I am alive." Cao Jia said with his fingers, and forcibly tore off a piece of skin and flesh from Zhao Er's wrist, and then stuffed it into his mouth.

Zhao Er's heart-rending screams suddenly sounded in the prison.

Cao Jia laughed: "Brother, I am finally going to avenge you." After speaking, his hand fell on Zhao Er again.

Zhao Er's eyes widened, warm blood kept flowing out, falling on him, he wanted to run away but his legs were weak and he didn't have any strength, his hands were tightly gripping the stakes in the prison, but Cao Jia didn't know where the strength came from dragged him down endlessly.

Cao Jia's cold voice came: "Didn't you always want my confession and make me admit that I participated in King Qing's rebellion?" I'll give you a confession now, and I'll give you ...... now."

Zhao Er's tears and snot poured out, and a soak of urine had already spilled in the crotch of his pants.

"Confession, I'll give you a confession."

Testimony.

Zhao Er's favorite thing in his life, but now it is his talisman, Zhao Er seems to have seen countless faces attacking him, all of them are the prisoners he has interrogated, their expressions are hideous, waving their hands to tear open his chest and take out his heart and liver to eat.

Even today, those ghosts won't let him go.

"I was wrong," Zhao Er shouted, "I was wrong, you are all tortured, you are not guilty, no, Cao Yong is not guilty, Cao Jia is not guilty, none of you are guilty, we forged the confession, it is all us...... Don't eat me, please don't eat me. ”

Not far from the cell, Pei Qitang took a step forward.

Zhang Tong immediately said: "Do you want to remind Cao Jia, let him be a little measured, don't really kill people." ”

"No," Pei Qitang raised his face slightly, "Cao Jia has lived until now to avenge his grievances, and he will not lose a big deal because of a small one." ”

Cao Jia carries the souls of all the wronged people who died in vain.

He could feel that feeling.

Pei Qitang walked out of the Imperial City Division Prison, raised his head and looked at the blue sky, his mood was extremely relaxed, if Langhua was by his side at this time, it would be great.

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Princess Zhuang is very anxious, the wind outside is getting tighter and tighter, who knows if it will be found on their heads one day. If there were no silver coins for the annual filial piety of the frontier, how could they brazenly take merchant ships from the sea.

This time, the ship pulled a lot of spices, pearls, ivory and other materials, all of which were in demand for the mansions of dignitaries and dignitaries, and letting those goods into Beijing might attract the attention of the Imperial City Division, but the ship was not allowed to enter Beijing...... They will definitely lose a lot.

Princess Zhuang turned around the room twice, and it was really neither left nor right.

Before he could come up with a result, Qi Yuhuan entered the door angrily, sat in the chair with his ass, and shouted through gritted teeth: "If she spoils my good deeds again this time, I will definitely want her to look good." ”

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