Zhao Yan's heart was pounding, could it be that his father-in-law wanted to make him a privy envoy? This privy envoy is a high authority, and he doesn't know how many times stronger than himself, a living man with a sesame mung bean: "This little son-in-law doesn't know, the privy envoy has a high position, and the father-in-law still needs to find someone close to him to take on it." ”

"How about you, because my father wants you to be this privy envoy, I wonder if you can bear this burden?" Zhu Wen said lightly.

Zhao Yan was ecstatic in his heart, and hurriedly knelt down: "The son-in-law will definitely do his best to live up to his father-in-law's trust." It's just that the son-in-law was originally a small official, and if he rashly took on this heavy responsibility, there would be no one who would be unconvinced. ”

Zhu Wen said angrily: "Who dares to disagree, this Luoyang is the world of this king." This king said that you can do it, and if anyone dares to object, he will be deposed to the capital! ”

Zhao Yan was overjoyed: "Brother-in-law Xie father-in-law cultivates!" ”

"Don't be complacent, I'll ask you. What do you think of this little emperor, is he wise and foolish, or is he born a little faint king? After all, Zhu Wen was still not at ease with Li Ji, the impression that the emperor gave him was really bad.

As soon as Li Ji was mentioned, Zhao Yan smiled: "Father-in-law, don't worry, this little faint monarch is Emperor Jin Hui who doesn't eat minced meat." Before going to court yesterday, the son-in-law faced the saint, and the emperor was doing something to Zhang Wenwei's beloved daughter in the palace, and the son-in-law said a few words that the emperor's preface did not match. From the perspective of the little son-in-law, this little emperor is not to be afraid. ”

Zhu Wen nodded: "Then you can't take it lightly, you have to send people to pay attention to the emperor's every move at all times." ”

Zhao Yan nodded, and Zhu Wen said again: "After all, this Jiang Xuanhui has been with this king for many years, and if he goes to that place in Dali Temple, he will inevitably suffer from a meal of flesh and skin." Tomorrow, you go to Dali Temple and release Jiang Xuanhui. Relegate him to Xuzhou as an assassin, and you can send someone to deal with him on the way. ”

Zhu Wen usually has a fierce and brutal personality and is moody, and those who are demoted at that time are often quickly ordered to deal with them. Many of the officials who were demoted were often secretly executed on their way to office, and Zhu Wen wanted to repeat the old tricks. In order to gain a good reputation of generosity, he wanted to demote Jiang Xuanhui to Xuzhou, and then assassinate him on the way.

Zhao Yan was familiar with this matter, so he nodded: "This matter is handed over to the son-in-law." ”

Dali Temple, Dali Temple Torture Room Twelve Dishes, there is no relevant record in the history books. It may not sound like a terrible name, but those who have heard of it would rather die immediately than suffer these twelve tortures.

At this moment, Jiang Xuanhui was tasting the taste of these twelve dishes, and Siqing Xing Chenjiu was angry that this person killed Zhaozong, so he ordered his subordinates to show no mercy to Jiang Xuanhui.

Jiang Xuanhui wailed all night in the torture room, and there was almost no room for embarrassment on his body. What hot oil poured on the body, bamboo sticks piercing fingers, iron whips sweeping meat, stone hammers shattering feet, and so on.

After dawn, Xing Chenjiu sold small broken steps and came to the torture room of Dali Temple with his hands on his back. The jailer was still beating hard with a whip, and when he saw Siqing coming, he stopped.

Xing Chenjiu staggered and came to Jiang Xuanhui arrogantly, Jiang Xuanhui's limbs were tied to the pillar, and his eyes were blurred with sweat and blood. He took out a white handkerchief and gently wiped the blood stains from Jiang Xuanhui's eyes: "Tut-tut, Master Jiang, I'm suffering." ”

The tone is arrogant and rampant. This is on weekdays, who dares to be so disrespectful to himself, Jiang Xuanhui, who was reduced to a prisoner at this time, could only say weakly: "Kill me, kill me, please, I really can't stand it." ”

Xing Chenjiu gently leaned into his ear: "Kill you?" Isn't it too cheap? You traitor, why didn't you think that you would be here today when you killed the first emperor! ”

At the mention of Zhaozong, Jiang Xuanhui couldn't help but shudder, his lips trembled and he couldn't speak: "I, I, I..."

Xing Chenjiu ignored him anymore, turned his head and asked the jailer behind him, "How many dishes did you serve him?" ”

The jailer said expressionlessly: "Lord Qiyu, the fifth way." ”

Xing Chenjiu nodded with satisfaction: "Well, since the ancestor of my Dali Temple, no one has ever carried the eighth dish." Master Jiang, I'll give you a sixth course to try. ”

Jiang Xuanhui convulsed: "Kill me!" Kill me! ”

The jailer's face was expressionless, and he soaked a cotton towel in water and put it on Jiang Xuanhui's face.

The cotton towel absorbs water, Jiang Xuanhui immediately suffocated, the more desperately he breathed, the more he couldn't breathe, and he only held back his face and convulsed.

The jailer saw that it was almost time, so he took off the cotton towel, and Jiang Xuanhui breathed heavily, but he hadn't taken a few breaths. Someone stuffed a bamboo tube into his mouth, and the other end of the bamboo tube was connected to a bucket, and the jailer desperately poured water into Jiang Xuanhui's mouth.

Two more jailers pounced on him and pressed him, and cold water continued to pour into Jiang Xuanhui's mouth, only to see that his belly was getting bigger and bigger, bigger and bigger like a leather ball.

The water pipe was pulled out, and Jiang Xuanhui squirted water out of his mouth and nostrils like a fountain.

These tortures are really incredible, but the jailers of Dali Temple seem to have long been accustomed to it, and their expressions are blank, apparently doing this kind of business all year round.

Jiang Xuanhui's belly turned over the river and the sea, it was really worse than death.

Xing Chenjiu took out an edict from his arms: "This is the edict of Menxia Province, and the order of King Liang will demote you out of the capital and go to Xuzhou to serve as assassins." Master Jiang, you didn't expect that, right? ”

Jiang Xuanhui, who was originally dying, suddenly lit up his eyes, and his pale face had a touch of excited red: "Really? I don't have to die, I don't have to suffer here, I can't stand it anymore, woo woo woo..."

Xing Chenjiu's eyes showed a fierce light, he took out a short knife from his sleeve and put it on Jiang Xuanhui's chest: "But I won't let you go, I want you to go down to the first emperor to be buried, and I want to see you, a traitor who kills kings and rebels, go to hell with my own eyes." Look at what you have when you go to the underworld, facing the ancestors and ancestors of the Tang Dynasty, Jiang Xuanhui, you killed the first emperor, I hate to eat the flesh of your dog thief alive and drink the blood of your traitor! ”

The short knife in Xing Chenjiu's hand was slowly sent, Jiang Xuanhui was only frightened, and he watched the short knife stab into his chest little by little. Extreme fear made his eyes widen, and finally he began to regret listening to Zhu Wen's words and murdering the king to rebel. But now it's too late, the moment the short knife in Xing Chenjiu's hand pierced his heart, Jiang Xuanhui tilted his head and died on the execution stake.

With a 'whoosh', the short knife was pulled out, Xing Chenjiu looked up at the sky, and muttered: "The first emperor is above, and the minister will avenge you!" Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

After a long time, Xing Chenjiu wiped his tears and said coldly to the jailer beside him: "Cut off the head of this dog thief and send someone to tell King Liang that Jiang Xuanhui has been tortured and has already died." Jiang Xuanhui had different intentions, and the official angrily cut off his head and hung it above the gate of the southern city to set an example! ”

Xing Chenjiu is the supreme commander of Dali Temple, and these jailers are all his people. The jailer got the order, hugged his fist at Xing Chenjiu, and went out to find King Liang's mansion.

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