As for the name, it's really a habitual clerical error, and I didn't find it even after checking it. I'll check for typos every time. ）

"If he opens his mouth again, he'll break his mouth!"

Ma Qianhu naturally wouldn't really kill Li Hongyu, after listening to the words of the middle-aged jailer, he withdrew his waist knife and said with a cold expression, although he was quite annoyed in his heart, he had not yet lost his mind, so he would definitely not attack Li Hongyu.

A helpless wry smile flashed at the corner of Li Hongyu's mouth when he heard this, it seems that Ma Qianhu is quite jealous of killing him, which undoubtedly bought him some precious time, he now expects Zhao Xin and the others to arrive in time, otherwise his life will be explained here.

"Senho-sama, what now?"

The middle-aged jailer glanced at Li Hongyu, who was lying on the recliner with his eyes closed, and asked Ma Qianhu in a low voice, he had never experienced what was going on now, and he didn't know what to do, what Li Hongyu said was really scary.

"Let Ben Qianhu be quiet!" Ma Qianhu was upset at this time, and waved his hand impatiently at the middle-aged jailer.

He had to admit that what Li Hongyu said just now gave him a great impact, which made him lose his square inch for a while, worried that he would become a scapegoat for the murder of Li Hongyu.

The middle-aged jailer squirmed the corners of his mouth when he heard this, and wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't say it, and stood aside waiting for Ma Qianhu's decision, and the atmosphere in the torture room suddenly became dull and depressing.

"Lord Qianhu, I don't know if the matter has been done!"

In this incomparably heavy atmosphere, the door of the torture room opened, and a hundred households walked in, glanced at Li Hongyu on the recliner, and then bowed his hand to Ma Qianhu, who was standing there with his eyebrows locked, and bowed down and asked.

"That's good." Ma Qianhu came back to his senses when he heard this, he knew that Baihu was Liu Yi's henchman, so he said to the middle-aged jailer with an expressionless face, "Do it!" ”

To be honest, Ma Qianhu is now very sorry to get involved in Li Hongyu's affairs, if he knew that things would become so troublesome, he would definitely think about it, but now he might have planted himself in it.

With Ma Qianhu's order, several big men beside the recliner suddenly rushed up and pressed Li Hongyu's limbs tightly, making Li Hongyu unable to move.

"Unlucky!" Li Hongyu struggled for a while and couldn't break free from the shackles of those big men, then gave up resistance, and sighed secretly in his heart.

Since his plan to delay time has failed, as the head of the child trial case, he is ready to choose to choose a dignified death, so as not to make Ma Qianhu and others laugh.

"Case leader Li, offended."

The middle-aged jailer came to Li Hongyu's side with a wine jug in his hand, lowered his voice and said, he couldn't help but feel some admiration in his heart when he saw that Li Hongyu was calmly going to death and had no intention of resisting at all.

Even those strong men who are five big and three thick are often frightened and begging for mercy at this time, but Li Hongyu, a weak scholar, still maintains such calmness, and he is really worthy of being the head of the Xiangyang Mansion Children's Test, and he is very courageous.

A big man followed the middle-aged jailer with a tray in his hand, and in the tray were several stacked mulberry papers.

The middle-aged jailer nodded expressionlessly to the other big man standing beside him, and the big man picked up a piece of mulberry paper and carefully covered Li Hongyu's face, which made Li Hongyu's breathing suddenly become a little short, and the feeling of putting a piece of mulberry paper on his face was not wonderful.

"There is a wrong, there is a debtor, the head of the Li case, the little ones are just acting on orders, and when you get to the Yama Palace, you will have to identify the enemy." The middle-aged jailer immediately came to Li Hongyu's side, whispered a word, took a sip of wine, put it in his mouth, and sprayed it on the mulberry paper on Li Hongyu's face.

The mulberry paper soon encountered the mist formed by the wine, and immediately after being damp, it became soft and tightly attached to Li Hongyu's face, which made Li Hongyu's breathing difficult.

This feeling of suffocation made Li Hongyu's fists clenched tightly, his breathing became more rapid, his chest rose and fell slightly, and an inexplicable fear arose.

At this moment, Li Hongyu finally experienced Yang Zhong's state of mind at that time, both frightened and helpless, he could only wait for the coming of death slowly in the torment of pain, no wonder he confessed so neatly and honestly behind him, this kind of punishment must not be willing to bear the second time.

"Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky, so it's okay, you can finally sleep comfortably."

Faced with the approach of death, Li Hongyu's heart suddenly relaxed a lot, and he no longer had to worry about the chaos at the end of the Ming Dynasty more than 20 years later, the only thing that could not be relieved was Zhao and Rou'er, hoping that the two would be able to escape the catastrophe by then.

At the same time, the Wuchang guard commanded the envoy on the street in front of the Yamen.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" With a rough voice, the pedestrians on the street flashed to the sides in panic, and a group of knights gathered around a carriage and drove violently.

This made people along the way point to those knights and talk about each other, secretly guessing the identity of these flying knights, you must know that this is a provincial town, not those poor countryside where the emperor is far away, and there are many patrolling errands and soldiers on the streets of the neighboring townships, if you disturb the place, you will be questioned by the government.

Those knights stopped in front of the gate of Wuchangwei, turned over and dismounted, and gathered around the carriage, and the little white face and the stout boy jumped down from the carriage one after another, and marched towards the courtyard gate in a majestic manner surrounded by everyone.

"The yamen of the guard is heavy, outsiders are not allowed to enter!" Seeing that the knights had swords hanging from their waists, the soldiers guarding the door glanced at each other in a bit of a panic, and then met them under the leadership of a chief, who blocked the way of the little white-faced and stout boy.

"Get out of the way!" A knight stepped forward and shook a bronze medal in his hand at the chief, and shouted with a blank face.

"Quick, get out of the way." Shi Chang was taken aback when he saw the contents of the bronze plaque, and hurriedly bowed down to get out of the way, stretched out his hand and pushed away the doorman who was following behind, his expression was extremely respectful.

"Tell me, where is the head of the Xiangyang Mansion case that you arrested?" Xiao Baimian stopped when he passed by Shi Chang's side and asked with a grim expression.

"Big ...... Jail. The chief was slightly stunned, he didn't expect the little white face to ask Li Hongyu about it, so he stammered and replied.

"Lead the way!" Xiao Baimian's eyes flashed coldly when he heard this, and he said coldly.

"Yes." The chief naturally didn't dare to disobey, bowed down and quickly led the way in front, and went straight to the prison with a little white face.

"You watch here, and I'll report to you." After they left, the captain of the doorman gave an order to the rest of the people, and trotted to report to Liu Yiyu.

"You're going to hold on, don't let me come for nothing!" On the way to the prison, Xiao Bai's face frowned, and she secretly prayed worriedly, she hoped that Li Hongyu was still alive now, but she didn't want to see Li Hongyu's cold corpse.

In the torture room, the middle-aged jailer looked at Li Hongyu, who was struggling with a surprised expression, and large beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, which meant that Li Hongyu was getting weaker and weaker now.

When he pasted the second piece of mulberry paper on Li Hongyu's face, Li Hongyu subconsciously began to twist his body and struggle due to suffocation, wanting to remove the mulberry paper on his face, but it was all in vain, and his body was held down by the big man next to the recliner.

At this moment, Li Hongyu has six pieces of mulberry paper pasted on his face, according to common sense, five pieces of mulberry paper Li Hongyu is already dead, but now there are six sheets, he is still struggling weakly, and his tenacious vitality really surprised the middle-aged jailer.

"Why aren't you dead yet!" Glancing at Li Hongyu, who was still struggling there, Ma Qianhu asked the middle-aged jailer with a grim face, his eyes looked a little flustered, and it was the first time he had seen such a tenacious person as Li Hongyu's vitality.

"One more for the small one." The middle-aged jailer wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and then nodded to the big man standing next to him who put mulberry paper on Li Hongyu's face.

The big man's throat moved and swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, picked up the seventh piece of mulberry paper and covered Li Hongyu's face, he was in a very nervous mood at this time, no matter what, he couldn't imagine that Li Hongyu was not dead at this time, which made things a little weird.

The middle-aged jailer took a sip of wine and leaned over and sprayed it on Li Hongyu's face, making the mulberry paper on Li Hongyu's face wrap more tightly, making his feeling of suffocation even stronger.

In fact, Li Hongyu is now in a semi-comatose state, whether the suffocation feeling is stronger or not does not mean much to him, he is now thinking about how to breathe in a breath of fresh air, the chest cavity is burning like a fire, only fresh air can extinguish the more and more vigorous flames.

Gradually, Li Hongyu felt that his eyes were plunged into darkness, his mind became blurred, and his hands and feet no longer struggled and returned to calm.

Seeing this, the middle-aged jailer stepped forward and opened Li Hongyu's eyelids to look at it, and then waved his hand, signaling that the big man who was pressing Li Hongyu could let go, according to his experience, Li Hongyu had suffocated to death.

Ma Qianhu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw this, although he was quite worried in his heart, but in any case, Li Hongyu was dead, he could explain to Liu Yi and Zhang Quan, as for whether things would be as bad as Li Hongyu said in the future, he could only take one step at a time, I hope Li Hongyu would not say a word, otherwise he would be in big trouble.

"Tell the lord, the surname Li is dead......" slammed, and before Ma Qianhu could take a breath, the door of the torture room was kicked open suddenly, he thought that Liu Yi had sent someone to ask again, so he turned around and said.

After seeing the people rushing in from outside the door, Ma Qianhu's voice stopped abruptly, and his face showed an extremely shocked true color, these people who came in were not soldiers from the guard, but some saber officers who looked well-trained.

"Li Hongyu!"

After the little white face came in, he saw Li Hongyu lying motionless on the recliner with mulberry paper on his face, his face turned pale in an instant, and then he brushed the waist knife on the waist of a big man next to him, and ran to Ma Qianhu who looked stunned angrily.

Obviously, among the people in the torture room, Ma Qianhu, who was wearing a military uniform of Qianhu, had the highest rank, and was undoubtedly the main messenger who ordered the killing of Li Hongyu at the scene.