In the gloomy cell, Han Qi sat on a chair, and the charcoal fire next to him burned the soldering iron, reflecting the red of the room. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A basin of water was splashed up, and the bald monk on the opposite side, who was tied to an iron ring by the wall, opened his whipped eyelids full of scars, and his eyes were as gloomy as dead fish.

Han Qi's lips were hooked, revealing a honey smile, stepped forward, pulled the bald monk's fat chin with one hand, and shook it with a little disgust. looked at the entourage again, and said softly: "Why, haven't you asked for a breakthrough in the past few days?" ”

A group of entourages gave their hands one after another: "The subordinates are incompetent." ”

Han Qi looked at the bald monk in front of him who was covered in bruises and didn't even have an inch of good meat on his nails, his eyes were cold, and there was a disdainful smile on his lips, but he still admired himself in his heart:

It is worthy of being a spy cultivated from the elite of the Western Xia Iron Harrier, and there is no weakness in this way, but well, when you meet me Han Qi, you are unlucky.

He beckoned, pointing to the basin where the soldering iron was, and the two attendants hurriedly moved the brazier over.

Han Qi looked at the shape of the soldering iron in the brazier, with a dissatisfied look on his face, and reluctantly picked for a while before picking out a soldering iron that he was satisfied with, it was baked red, and slowly took it to the bald monk:

"The problem is still those, you mean? Or is it so much? Or is it so much? ”

He walked towards the bald monk with an extremely evil smile on his face.

The bald monk just gritted his teeth and insisted, scolding a string of Western Xia characters.

"This tongue doesn't seem to be useful, you say, do I still want to keep your tongue?" Han Qi said, holding the soldering iron to the bald monk's mouth, and the entourage next to him was about to rush up and help Han Qi break the bald monk's mouth, but saw Han Qi squeezing the soldering iron on the bald monk's bare head.

A familiar smell of burnt human flesh and a hissing sound like teppanyaki sounded, and the monk screamed and fainted.

When Han Qi put down the soldering iron, the monk's entire piece of Heavenly Spirit Gai's skin and flesh were torn off, and the flesh and blood were blurred with horror.

Han Qi Nunu mouthed and motioned to continue to pour water on the monk to wake him up.

"Pretending to be a monk to come to my Great Song Dynasty to reprimand the spy, but you won't even burn the scar on your head, this is what your Western thief's barbarian brain did," Han Qi looked at the monk and continued:

"I've been casting a net for so long, and I finally caught you before Lao Bao caught someone, you should probably explain first, who is Xu Qingchuan and Lord Xu?"

As he spoke, Han Qi walked to the charcoal fire again, re-selected a sharp soldering iron, and said as he chosen:

"Actually, you can be regarded as a talented person who can write and martial arts, why do you have to suffer for Yuan Hao's bastard, you look at Wei Mingshan who met my Da Song Dynasty, and from then on, the family does not have to sleep in the open air, and they will be rich and worry-free for a lifetime.

What's more, you have that talent, and you are the golden god of Yue Wenzhai? Hairpin potatoes, isn't it good to live in the Great Song Dynasty? ”

When the bald monk heard this, his face was shocked for a while, could it be that the hiding place of the Western Xia spy in Bianjing was taken? If not, how could his identity be revealed?

For the first time, he looked seriously at the big Song official in front of him, who was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, neither black nor white, and at first glance completely submerged in the crowd, but he was really extremely vicious and capable.

But seeing that the other party had picked a soldering iron, he walked towards him while speaking lightly: "Speak, continue to stand up, you will regret it." ”

Hairpin Potato looked at the eyes of the Great Song official, and trembled in his heart, but he thought that the torture of so many days had been carried over to death, and it was just a death, so he closed his eyes, his heart was horizontal, and he continued to make no sound.

Seeing that this guy still refused to let go of his tone at all, Han Qi simply handed the soldering iron in his hand to the entourage beside him, and gestured to the bald monk's lower body with his eyes.

The retinue took the monk's pants and burned the soldering iron onto the elephant.

This time it's really painful, eunuchs, all kinds of burns.

Usually this kind of torture method against elephants, the scholars and doctors do not take it, and then the eggs, this is Han Qi's specialty, so that a person slowly becomes every part of the body begins to be missing, but still continues to torture, venting his hatred for not being able to ask for information.

……

In Bianjing City, Fang Zhongyong's family was watching a sideshow on the street.

Fang's sister-in-law gave birth to a little nephew who was carved in pink for a year, and the one-year-old baby was cute, Brother Fang put the child on his shoulder, followed Fang Zhongyong, and then Fang's father and Fang Niang followed with a big bag and a small bag, watching a play, as if there was a bad trip.

Fang Zhongyong looked behind him and couldn't help laughing: There is a baby who can add a battle group, and it is really the same in ancient and modern times.

Just thinking about it, the gongs and drums sounded on the stage, and a juggling troupe of seven people jumped onto the high stage one by one in the warm applause of the people eating melons.

There was a gong sounding above, and the first juggler bowed down and said, "This is the head of our new row of acrobatics."

As he spoke, a strong man walked to the stage with a turban, with a hundred-foot high pole on his head, supported by five bowstrings, and several people next to him were dressed in colorful clothes and holding guns and sticks, performing "Breaking the Array" on the high pole bowstring.

A child of eleven or twelve, following the music, climbed towards the high pole above the strong man's head, and made various movements to the beat of the music, pitching up and down, as light as a swallow, full of rhythm.

As the child's movements became faster and faster, the cheers below also grew louder and louder.

The sister-in-law next to her couldn't help but sigh: "Bianjing City is really eye-opening, it's a 'hundred feet', it's a good 'hundred feet', thanks to Erlang's ability, he can take us to Bianjing Flower World for a visit." ”

……

Zhang Guifei prepared a few gifts, and hired Tingting to wander into the pregnant Concubine Miao's bedroom.

Concubine Miao combed her morning moon bun, with a white magnolia jade hairpin obliquely inserted on the top of her head, holding a peony tulle rhombic fan, wearing a dark blue flower skirt, wearing a pair of milk cigarette satin beaded embroidered shoes on her feet, holding a slightly pregnant belly, slowly greeted her, and saluted Zhang Guifei according to the rules.

Zhang Guifei didn't make a big show, she supported Concubine Miao with both hands, and the two sat on the beauty couch together.

"My sister is pregnant, don't be polite, the queen said that I don't need my sister to go to the morning and dusk province, my sister's courtesy, where can I get it." Zhang Guifei said half-truths and half-truths, and there were no waves in her voice, but she was sweet and kind.

She gently glanced at the palace maid behind her to put down the gift, and then said softly: "It's time for me to take medicine, Hanyan, Ning Bi, you two go to get medicine, and Lu Cui goes back to the Wind Lotus Hall to get me a cloak." ”

When Concubine Miao saw her break away from everyone, she naturally knew in her heart that she had something to say, so she also waved her hand to the palace maids beside her: "You guys stand down, I'll talk to the concubine." (To be continued.) )