"Let you out?" Meng Bishun snorted coldly, "You think too much." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Zhao Jingheng was not angry about Meng Bishun's attitude, he stretched his waist, looked at Meng Bishun who stepped in, and asked very strangely, "Master Meng, what are you doing here?" Are you tired of walking outside and want to go to jail with your master? ”

Before getting the emperor's permission, Zhao Jingheng could not be tortured, nor could he use the usual confession procedures used by Dali Temple against him, so he didn't ask anything, which made Meng Bishun very irritable.

But now it's different.

Meng Bishun looked at his arrogant and domineering face, and he didn't squeak, only raised his hand, and several big men seemed to come out of thin air from all directions, and stood in front of Zhao Jingheng in an instant.

"What for?!" Zhao Jingheng looked at the big men who were surrounding from all directions and said vigilantly, "Meng Bishun, you don't want to kill people, right?" ”

Meng Bishun ignored him at all.

Zhao Jingheng was set up by four big men, and he suddenly let out a wail.

"Ah~~~" He kicked his hands and feet, and kept shouting, "Meng Bishun, I know, you are looking at the young master and I am too handsome, so you are jealous and want to ruin my appearance!" ”

Meng Bishun said with a calm face, "Twelve princes, if I were you, I would keep this breath, so as not to be burdened for a while." ”

"What do you want?" Zhao Jingheng was held by four big men and couldn't move, only his mouth could still speak, "I told you Meng Bishun, when I go out, I will have you to look good!" ”

Meng Bishun didn't look at him either, and with a wave of his hand, four big men pressed him to the ground, and two others poured something into his mouth.

"Ah~~phew~!!" Zhao Jingheng shook his brain desperately, and scolded vaguely in his mouth, "Meng Bishun, you dare to be rude to the master...... Ahhh~~~ Don't slap my face, don't hit my face......"

In the end, I could only hear Zhao Jingheng's voice of "hmm", as well as his constant crying for mercy.

After a long time, Meng Bishun finally asked people to stop.

"Stop!"

At this time, Zhao Jingheng, who was lying on the ground, had been beaten to the ground, his clothes were in tatters, and there were blood stains oozing out everywhere, which looked very terrifying.

"How? How can the Twelve Princes think about it and say no? Meng Bishun asked.

Zhao Jingheng slowly raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and moved his buttocks again.

"Damn, it's painful to kill the master." He said, "You're too ruthless, aren't you?" ”

Meng Bishun looked at him coldly.

"It seems that the Twelve Princes still haven't thought it through." He said.

Zhao Jingheng hurriedly said, "I've thought about it...... Ouch, it hurts~~~"

As soon as the words fell, he made a "sizzling" sound, which seemed to be really painful.

Meng Bishun stared at him for a long time, and saw that he had just been screaming in pain, and he had no intention of saying anything, so he waved his hand again.

The four big men suddenly strode forward and walked towards Zhao Jingheng.

"Don't." Zhao Jingheng hurriedly waved his hand, "I said, Master Meng, what do you want me to say?" ”

Meng Bishun snorted coldly, "The memory of the twelve princes is too bad, then Meng will remind you again, did you instigate the bloodbath of Baihualou?" ”

When Zhao Jingheng heard this, he immediately shouted.

"What I instructed, the master hasn't done this......"

Before he finished speaking, he covered his ass and shouted, "Hey, it's killing the master......"

Meng Bishun frowned.

Zhao Jingheng was still holding his buttocks and shouting in pain, and a bucket of ice water was poured down from his head.

"Ah.........h

He was really funny like this, but Meng Bishun still kept a straight face.

The four big men held Zhao Jingheng down again, and Meng Bishun threw a large bag of coarse salt in front of him.

"Twelve princes, if you don't cooperate, then this bag of coarse salt will be sprinkled on you." Meng Bishun said.

Zhao Jingheng first looked at the bag of coarse salt, then at Meng Bishun, and suddenly laughed.

"Rubbing salt on a wound sounds horrible." He smiled, "But I'm not afraid, sir!" Master Meng, you can just come! ”

Meng Bishun stared at him and found that he really didn't get oil and salt, so with a wave of his hand, four big men pressed him to the ground, and two other big men stripped him of his clothes.

Zhao Jingheng let out another long howl.

"Whew...... You well-dressed beasts, how can you take off your master's clothes...... Beasts......"

………………

At midnight, a full moon hung in the air, and a few faint rays of light were cast along the window, and Zhao Jingheng in the prison cell also woke up faintly.

He was lying on the straw covered in wounds, and no piece of skin on his body was good, Rao was like this, and Meng Bishun didn't take out any valuable words from his mouth.

Touching his face, he even grinned, "The face is still there, fortunately it is not disfigured." ”

The jailer who was guarding outside was startled by his laughter, and came over and knocked on the door with an iron bar, "Don't make any noise! ”

In the middle of the night, the eerie one laughed strangely, and the timid ones would really be scared to death by him.

The jailer looked at him twice, and saw that he no longer noticed the strange smile, so he walked out, and when he went out, he complained to the other jailer, "Is there something wrong with that strange scream of the nervous disorder in the middle of the night?" ”

"Ignore him." Another jailer said with disgust, "Lord Meng came to interrogate him today, and before he even touched him, he was already shouting to death, like killing a pig!" ”

But all prisoners always have a little backbone, and they are yelling there before they start fighting, which is indeed rare.

"There's no way, these sons and brothers are used to being pampered."

"But don't say it, Lord Meng's methods are not something that ordinary people can bear."

"I haven't seen him missing arms and legs......"

The jailer's voice faded away, and Zhao Jingheng fell into a coma again.

…………………………

Time flies quickly, and before you know it, it's the middle of October.

Mei Kexin received a letter from Mei Yuanhao again, saying that she was on the way back and would arrive in Kyoto in about two months.

And this letter was sent half a month ago.

"Great." Mei Kexin took the letter and smiled crookedly, "It's great that your uncle will be home in more than a month." ”

The weather in late autumn has become colder, and Qiu Ci is wearing a white coat, reclining on Mei Kexin's bed, holding a book in his hand.

Hearing this, she also smiled, "That's around December, and we'll be able to see my uncle." ”

"yes." Mei Kexin said happily, "Ah Hao hasn't been home for two years, and when he comes back this time, he must stay for a few more days." ”

Mei Yuanhao is not young, if he can, Mei Kexin still thinks that he will come back this time and find him a suitable woman......

"Ah Yuan, what do you think of that girl from Li Shilang's family?" Mei Kexin asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Qiu Ci didn't react at once, and after he reacted, there was only one thought in his mind.

Her uncle is going to be forced into marriage!