The flail was created in the Wanli period of Shenzong, and it was the exclusive torture instrument of Dongchang and Jinyiwei. When Wei Zhongxian was admiring Dongchang, Li Yongzhen heard that the famous cool official of the Tang Dynasty, Lai Junchen, had made ten kinds of flails, and the names were extremely unique: one was "Dingbaimai", the second was "breathless", the third was "roaring suddenly", the fourth was "inheriting the truth", the fifth was "losing the soul and gall", the sixth was "the real is the opposite", the seventh was "the anti is the truth", the eighth was "the dead pig was sorrowful", the ninth was "seeking to die", and the tenth was "seeking to break the family". He found the images of these ten kinds of flails in the collection of the Inner Palace, and imitated the third-class flails weighing 100, 200, and 300 catties. This kind of flail is long in front and short in the back, and the long end touches the ground, and the prisoner is shackled by the neck, and the body can only stand there for support, and it is impossible to kneel and sit. With the use of flails, most of the prisoners died within a day. Luckily, the captain of the prison sentence lowered the flail three inches, and the prisoner could only bend his legs slightly, barely supporting, and his feet were weak, and he strangled him to death. No matter how arrogant and ferocious the great traitor is, he will change color when he hears the name of the flail. The three of them had been beaten to the point that their legs were about to be broken, where did they still have the strength to stand, and as soon as they were put on the flail, they immediately died of anger. Cao Huachun snorted coldly and put the confession into his sleeve.

Whenever Wen Tiren wants to build a prison, he must call himself sick and take leave. He didn't notice that Dongchang was interfering in this matter, thinking that the layout had been decided and the victory was in hand, so he hid in the Huzhou Hall as usual, waiting for good news, showing his innocence on the other hand, and even gave Chongzhen a fold to lead to illness and beggar.

Huzhou Hall is in Xuanwu District Caishikou Street on the west side of the half-cut alley, half-cut alley is one of the main streets and alleys in the Xuannan area of the capital, there are Jiangsu, Wuxing, Sichuan, Liuyang and other halls in the alley. The gatehouse of Huzhou Hall is quite magnificent, there are about seventy or eighty houses before and after, Wen Tiren lives here, it is not to covet the secluded and elegant in the hall, but there is a famous restaurant in Beijing at the south end of the Hutong this year, Longshengxuan, its dishes are all Jiangnan flavor, the cooking is extremely clean, the five fillet fish, the three non-sticky are deeply loved by Wen Tiren. At noon, Wen Tiren sat alone for a drink, leisurely, on the table were a few famous dishes that Long Shengxuan had just delivered, he tasted slowly, drinking amber Huadiao wine, and the room was filled with the aroma of wine and food. Suddenly, a house slave came in and reported: "Someone is in the palace." ”

"Please!" Before Wen Tiren could stand up, Ma Yuancheng stepped in and arched his hand: "Is Master Wen sick and healthy?" Congratulations to Xiangye. ”

"What do I like? Is it a joy for the emperor to keep him? Wen Tiren was very surprised in his heart, he couldn't figure out what he meant, he sat on the chair with chopsticks, watched Ma Yuancheng unfold a roll of paper, and recognized at a glance that it was the begging fold written by himself. Ma Yuancheng said with a smile: "Long live the master of Xiangye's excerpt, Xiangye can go back to his hometown to recuperate, isn't this a joy?" ”

"What, was it approved by the emperor, or was it drafted by Zhang Zhi**?" Wen Tiren's body trembled, his face was panicked, and a pair of chopsticks fell to the ground. Zhang Zhifa was recommended to the cabinet by himself, he was cowardly by nature, and he would never dare to take the opportunity to fall into the ground.

"Xiang Ye has a look at his own house, Long Live Lord's Zhu Approval and Zhang Ge Lao's tickets are all on it, it's clear, Long Live Lord said to Xiang Ye to take a look, and then take it back."

Wen Tiren picked up the fold and looked at it urgently, Zhang Zhifa's hundreds of words of praise were passed by, and finally his eyes fell on the three vermilion characters: "Let him go", the ink was dripping, the gesture was hearty, and it was done in one go, Wen Tiren seemed to see Chongzhen's annoyed face and disdainful expression, and his feelings were irretrievable, and he muttered to himself: "The emperor, the emperor's ......" fell to the ground, and the old tears were horizontal.

Wu Changshi and Dong Tingxian, who lived in the spoon garden, also got the news from the palace, and they both breathed a sigh of relief, Dong Tingxian was anxious to go back to his life, but Wu Changshi stopped and said: "This spoon garden is a famous garden in the capital, if it weren't for the famous garden artist Zhang Nanyuan, we would not be able to enter." Now that things have finally come to an eyebrow, wouldn't it be a pity not to take a look around? ”

"This person lives in the south of the Yangtze River, and he actually met Mi Wanzhong, the owner of the spoon garden, and his friendship is really broad." Dong Ting stood up and admired.

"It's not that he travels extensively, but Mi Wanzhong is willing to spend money. Besides, they have never met, they are just friends. When the spoon garden was first built, Mi Wanzhong personally drew a sketch and sent someone to Zhang Nanyuan to see, Zhang Nanyuan was conceiving my bamboo pavilion lake villa by the Mandarin Duck Lake, tireless work, many directions, so the two of them were engaged, in order to introduce us to the spoon garden. Mi Wanzhong has been dead for nearly ten years, Zhang Nanyuan's piece of writing paper is still very affectionate, and his son Mi Shou is also a righteous person. In his words, there was a bit of melancholy.

Dong Tingxian shook his head and said: "I don't have the same affection as yours, I can't stand the famous mountains and rivers, where are the mountains and rivers, it's just a lot of white silver, I really feel distressed." ”

Wu Changshi teased: "Xinkui, you have lived for so many years in vain, and you don't need to use a lot of silver in your hand, what is the difference between those who don't have money?" You look at the Mi family, not only this spoon garden is good, but also the Mi family lamp, the Mi family stone, the Mi family child, known as the Mi family four strange, well-known as the Beijing teacher, this is to enjoy it! ”

Dong Tingxian looked around, although the garden is not more than 100 acres, the secluded pavilion is curved, small and chic, the flowing water is looped, and the high willows are covered, giving people a sense of infinite scenery. A stone bridge is higher than the roof, the blue water under the bridge, the small hill in the west is winding, winding like an eyebrow, there is a high hall in the north of the mountain, the strange rocks around are craggy, the white lotus is full of ponds, the bamboo is emerald green, the wind and smoke are like mist, sigh and say: "I can't see the good in this garden every day, it is better to look at the silver and feel steady." At present, the soldiers are in chaos, the Qing soldiers enter the customs and harass, and how many manors outside the city are burned, once they are ......"

"You can't talk nonsense." Wu Changshi glanced around, and there were only a few slaves in the distance sweeping the fallen leaves on the path of the bamboo forest, and said with confidence: "Fortunately, this is not an inn, otherwise there are many people, and it will be detected by the fans of the East Factory, and it will be repaid!" ”

Dong Tingxian was speechless for a while, and he was in a cold sweat, thinking that he had been running in the Zhou Mansion for many years, and he was extremely careful to practice on weekdays, and he was in a daze, and he lost the interest in talking and enjoying the scenery, and turned around and returned to the house. In less than half an hour, when he saw two gray-haired old men coming in one after the other, Wu Changshi jumped up and stepped forward and said, "The two gentlemen have suffered. ”

Dong Tingxian looked up and saw that it was Qian Qianyi and Qu Shiyun, and he was also busy getting up to pay respects, Qian and Qu looked slightly haggard, but their spirits were extremely vigorous, Qian Qianyi smiled: "There is a lot of trouble outside the Tartars, I don't know when I can go back to Jiangnan, I thank you both first, I have accepted you." "As he spoke, he had to take a long time.

Wu Changshi hurriedly grabbed it and said, "Sir, how dare a disciple be like this?" Sage Yun: If there is something to do, the disciple should do his job. The gentleman came back safely, and the disciple was finally relieved. ”

"Come on, I'll do this for my husband!" The tall Qu Shiyun stepped forward and slammed it to the ground, but Wu Changshi couldn't stop it again, so he hurriedly bowed and returned the salute. The four of them sat down, and Qu Shiyun said happily: "Old thief Wen dismissed the emperor, which is very happy." Come, there is a bowl of wine first, drink it bitterly to congratulate. ”

Wu Changshi and him are also teachers and friends, so naturally there is no need to hide it when he speaks, and he laughed: "If you endure this for a while, you won't be thirsty enough to kill the wine worm in your stomach." Mr. Makisai is here, so let's say a few words first. ”

Qu Shiyun refuted him in front of the teacher, couldn't help but be a little embarrassed, and said curtly: "But you want to talk about how to run?" It must be a twist and turn. ”

Wu Changshi said: "That's all a passing cloud, what to do with it!" I'm thinking about what I'm going to do in the future! ”

Qian Qianyi twisted his head and said: "It makes sense, I also thought about this matter in the prison of the Criminal Department, but everything was disturbed, and I didn't have any clue." Tell me about it. ”

"Since the establishment of the Fuxing Society, the door has been too strict, and Tianru and others have been obsessed with the distinction between turbid and flowing products, but in fact, they have been cocooned and self-bound, isolated and have little support, and have taken the old path of the Donglin Party, which is not advisable." He looked at Qu Shiyun's eyes full of anger, Qian Qianyi was thoughtful, and then said: "Don't worry, listen to me slowly." We all remember the couplets made by Mr. Gu back then: the sound of the wind and rain, the sound of reading, the sound of family, country, and the world. That's a good point, but if you want to do meritorious deeds, you must not be able to do without authority, once you don't have authority, not to mention fame and fortune, even your own safety is afraid and it is difficult to protect it. Needless to say, let's talk about the grievances between Donglin and Wei Zhongxian, if Donglin has the amount to tolerate people, is not limited to false names, and joins hands with Wei Zhongxian to govern the country, Wei Gelding may not attack Donglin, and the gentlemen may not die unjustly with hatred. Besides, at the Tiger Hill Conference that year, Wen Tiren's brother Yuren wanted to join the society, but he didn't accept the resumption of the society, so there would be today's prison disaster, if Wen Tiren helped, how could Zhang Hanru and others dare to be presumptuous! In today's situation, if the Restoration Society makes too many enemies, it will undoubtedly be a dead end, and the disasters in the future will be overwhelming. ”

"What do you think is going to do?" Qian Qianyi's voice was a little low.

"The resumption of the society should learn from the Buddha, the Dharma is vast, the Confucianism is purified, and those who are willing to join the society can only enter, there is no need to have a door, just listen to my orders."

"A gentleman kisses can also guide those villains to cultivate virtue and become benevolent."

Wu Changshi was encouraged and said generously: "This is just an expedient measure, and the fundamental policy is that the DPRK and China must have strong reinforcements." Since Mr. Mu Zhai and Mr. Zhan Chi were squeezed out, the power of the Restoration Society in the DPRK and China was weak, and the impeachment of the Restoration Society everywhere was like a snowflake, and the situation was precarious. ”

Qu Shiyun shouted, "He? To put it lightly! The Restoration Society is in the company of such treacherous villains, so what is the difference between black and white? ”

"This is not the time to be rash, although he is a villain, but he drives the villain to contribute to the gentleman, why not? If you can use it, why not come and break up, what is the obstacle? Wu Changshi looked at Qian Qianyi, who was silent, and knew that he and Qu Shiyun were still immersed in the grievances of old accounts, and resented Zhou Yanru for squeezing out Qian Qianyi and returning home, and persuaded him: "Mr. Mu Zhai, you and Mr. Zhan Zhi have been abandoned by the emperor, in a short period of time, it is extremely difficult to recover, it is not possible to do it in three days and two days, far water can not quench the thirst in the near future, in the long run, not limited to the gains and losses of one thing, so that it is good to use Zhou Yuxian, the tiger to drive the wolves that are walking and walking." ”

Qian Qianyi's face seemed to be much older, and he sighed and said: "I am old, I have a weak heart, I will rely on you in the future, although I can't manage the affairs after death, I have to pave the way for you, I can't watch the Restoration Society be isolated and let others bully!" ”

Wu Changshi clapped his hands and exclaimed: "The style of the gentleman, the mountains and rivers are long, which is admirable." This matter must also rely on the help of the gentleman. ”

"How much can I do?"

Mr. Fei was not enough to impress Tianru, and Mr. wrote him a secret letter and asked him to persuade Zhou Yusheng to go out of the mountain. Otherwise, if Tianru blindly delays history, where can he think about how to deal with the political situation? ”

Qian Qianyi shook his hand and said, "If he knew that Wen Tiren was deposed, he would also be ambitious again." Sorting out the scriptures and history banknotes is just a trick, and I guess he hasn't died for a moment. After that, he walked to the table, wrote a book, and in a moment drafted a secret letter, dried the ink, and handed it to Wu Changshi: "At present, the city gate is extremely strictly checked, how to send it out?" ”

"It's not that hard." Wu Changshi took the letter, "First ask the messenger to memorize this letter, then cut the letter into pieces, hide it in tattered cotton wool, return to Taicang, and use the cloth method to connect the dense letter into a chapter." In this way, it is for people to see through, and they can't read these scraps of paper when they search for them. In the future, this method will be used for all confidential matters, and the news will never be leaked. ”

Qian Qianyi said it well, since Wu Changshi and Dong Tingxian entered Beijing, Zhang Pu waited for news day and night, so that he was impetuous, restless, so he had to fill the house with ancient books and began to check the hundred-volume huge volume "One Hundred and Three Collections of the Six Dynasties of the Han and Wei Dynasties". When he received the secret note sent by Wu Chang, he used the cloth framing method to connect the articles, and repeatedly pondered the above sentences: "The southeast party prison is heard daily; The comeback of non-yang envy is not enough to save trouble. Now the Lord is arbitrary in using Shedo, but he cannot do without help. "Hey for a long time, secretly hesitating, Qian Qianyi and Zha Zhou Yanru have a deep grudge, although they are abandoning their previous suspicions now, but it is difficult to guarantee that they are not detached, once something happens, the disaster will cause Xiao Wall, the Restoration Society dare not say that it is divided, and the tree will fall apart in an instant, but it is bound to be greatly damaged, and many years of hard work will be ruined, and I am really unwilling. Thinking about it until midnight, he still hesitated, but Zhang Cai went out to visit friends, and there was no one else to discuss, so he went to the fourth watch before falling asleep. When he woke up early in the morning, looking at the flowers and trees outside the courtyard, the leafhoppers chirping, and the scene of the Tiger Hill Conference in front of him, he said to himself: "This is the season, this is the season!" He made up his mind to go to Yixing to meet Zhou Yanru.

Zhou Yanru returned to Yixing in a blink of an eye has been four years, although the scenery of the first assistant is no longer there, but nineteen years of official career, especially in the first place for nearly four years, accumulated piles of gold, silver and jewelry, enough to calmly entertain the forest, pampered, forty years old is the age of great achievements, but he fell from the peak of power, his heart was quite frustrated, even despair, forced to come to visit the protégé of the old relationship, the mood just calmed down, but Mrs. Wu was infected with the scabies, and returned to the west. Wu Men is a local family, there are ten people in the door to take the Jinshi, Wu's uncle Wu Zongda is the thirty-second year of Wanli Tanhua, is the young master and the prince and the prince of the temple in the temple of the scholar, the funeral is naturally very grand. After the death of Mrs., Zhou Yanru became more and more depressed, mourning more than the death of the heart, everything was less interested, more than a year later, Wu Zongda also resigned and went home, because of the death of his wife, the two came and went very rarely, Dong Tingxian for him attracted a few famous purple clay pots, Zhou Jishan, Chen Tingsheng, Chen Junsheng, Xu Cijing, Hui Mengchen several people brought the pot into the house, Zhou Yanru saw it, was very surprised, actually indulged in it, and these craftsmen all day long to learn pot-making skills. Yixing purple sand originated in the Song Dynasty, since the Hongzhi of the Ming Dynasty, since the beginning of the Jinsha Temple, the famous family has come out in large numbers, Zhou Yanru saw that the pot made by these famous hands is varied, the pattern is wonderful, and the people are ordered to trace it into a picture, and it is engraved and handed down. He also ordered the clever house slaves in the house to follow them to make pots, and he went to check them from time to time, just like an ordinary rich man.

Zhang Pu has been waiting for a cup of tea, and the flower hall is full of gold and jade antiques, bamboo, wood and ivory carvings. Zhang Pu felt sad for a while, and almost screamed. was thinking about how to persuade him to meet, but he heard a laugh and asked: "Tianru, I'm sorry for you to wait for a long time." He turned around and saw Zhou Yanru pacing in from outside the door, only a few years later, Zhou Yanru's heroic appearance of the jade tree in the wind in the past was gone, and it turned into a white dough face, and the cuffs and corners of the robe were splashed with stars and mud spots, obviously just arrived from the purple sand workshop.

Zhang Pu hurriedly stepped forward to pay a big salute, Zhou Yanru took his hand and sat down, a child offered tea, Zhou Yanru took a bite of tea and asked: "Tianru, this hot day, you are not afraid of the heat, but what is the matter?" ”

Zhang Pu glanced at Xiao Tong, Zhou Yanru smiled secretly, waved his hand and ordered Xiao Tong to retreat, laughing at himself: "I have been a person for a long time, what else is there to talk about, you are mysterious." ”

"The teacher is so comfortable and comfortable." Zhang Pu heard him guess his intentions, but there was some self-pity in his words, thinking about where to start.

"It's light to be unofficial!" Zhou Yanru took out a volume of manuscripts from his sleeve, handed it to Zhang Pu and said, "Look at how this manuscript is written?" Zhou Gaoqi, a talented scholar in Jiangyin, heard that I was obsessed with purple sand, and brought a manuscript and asked me to write a preface, but I haven't finished reading it! ”