In the house, King Jingyuan pruned the plum branches in the potted plants.

"Why is she so impatient and beats the prince of Jiwang in public, it is a capital crime."

King Jingyuan put down the scissors in his hand and rubbed his palm: "She did it on purpose." ”

Princess Jingyuan raised her eyebrows: "Intentional?" Why did she do it. Sending himself to prison will not give King Yu a chance. ”

King Jingyuan always had a faint smile in his mouth: "Uncle Huang has long been suspicious of her, she did this, and let people come to the palace to let me save her, and also traded with evidence of corruption in the Jiangnan flood, do you say she did it intentionally." ”

"The concubine is ignorant and doesn't understand."

King Jingyuan pulled Princess Jingyuan to sit down: "She expected that the king would save her." also knows that only this king can save her, once this king rescues her, then whether it is Bai Teng Pavilion or Uncle Huang, or Wen Yuansheng, they will think that she is the person of this king. ”

"She's seeking your refuge from the prince?"

King Jingyuan took down the leaves that had just fallen from the top of Princess Jingyuan's head: "She never needs the protection of others, she just points her knife at this king." Once Uncle Huang decides that she is my person, he will not investigate the bottom of it. ”

Princess Jingyuan's eyebrows frowned even tighter: "Lord, do you plan to help or not to help with this favor?" ”

"Help, so the king naturally wants to help. This king just didn't expect her to think of this method, and this king underestimated her too much before. ”

Huaiqing stood at the door and was relieved to see a small guy out of the palace hurriedly going to the yamen.

Nanqiang was locked up in a prison, and all the straw stalks were laid under this big guy, and the rats on it were scurrying around, squeaking from time to time.

There was no light in the cell all year round, it was dark and damp, there was a strong musty smell, and the corners were already crawling with moss, and there was a dense white flora.

There wasn't even a decent wooden board in the cell, and there was a foul stench coming from the cell not far away.

Nanqiang pinched his nose and vomited several times soon after he came in.

Nanqiang saw a group of catchers open her cell, and the group of catchers escorted her out as soon as they entered.

Nanqiang was escorted to the darkest room below, which was filled with torture instruments, some of which were stained with undried blood.

The whole house stinks, and the floor is sticky.

Nanqiang's stomach turned over for a while, and he unquickly grabbed her, pressed him on the stool and handcuffed him.

Nanqiang kept twisting his body, hesitating, and couldn't say a word.

Is this a torture to extract a confession? She's recruiting them all! There is no need to be punished, as long as they ask anything, she will answer truthfully.

Nan Qiang looked at the red iron roasted in the brazier, and sharpened a long, thin, and sharp knife while catching it.

The sharp sound of the knife rubbing against the stone, Nan Qiang could already feel the creepiness of the knife cutting off the flesh on her body piece by piece.

Nanqiang swallowed her saliva, could it be that she had made a thousand calculations and miscalculated???

This is not torture at all, this is murder!

It's okay to kill people and kill people, so why don't you come simply, could it be that she has to endure the eighteen punishments before she dies?

When Nanqiang lost his mind, he raised his head and drank a sip of wine and sprayed it on the knife: "King Ji is coming, which hand you have to fight the prince of the world, I want you which hand." Hurry up and point at it, or you will cut off both hands! ”

Nan Qiang was stunned, looking at the knife, his limbs were tied, and he could only watch, this kind of death was really torture.

Nan Qiang was weighing whether his left hand or right hand was in his heart, and when he saw that the knife was about to fall, Nan Qiang turned his head to the left.

The loss of this left hand will affect the aesthetics at most, and if the right hand is gone, still hold the hand-held sword?

The catcher stopped when it was about to fall, and the rest of the little catchers looked over.

Catch quickly looked at Nanqiang: "Are you stupid to me?" How can a left hand be a left hand? ”

Nanqiang raised his face and seemed to say: "Why can't it be the left hand, the old lady just hit him with her left hand, just his nest, and he is not worthy of the old lady to use the right hand." ”

Catch the eyes of Shang Nanqiang: "Are you fooling me?" Believe it or not, I want you to try all the torture tools here? ”

The little catcher on the side reminded in a low voice: "Head, the prince is waiting for us to make a deal, don't grind with him, hurry up and cut it and send it over." ”

Nan Qiang glared at the little catcher, who had sharp-beaked monkey gills, she remembered it!

Do you really think this is a vegetable market, thinking that it is killing pigs? This is a human hand, and if you say you will cut it, you will cut it.

Besides, what's wrong with King Ji's old thing, he'll die after an hour and a half? It's not that you can be reincarnated by seeing her hand.

Nan Qiang was indignant in his heart, and turned his head quickly: "Are you teaching Lao Tzu to do things?!" ”

"The little ones don't dare, it's just ......"

"Just what just, the knife is given to you, you come!"

The head catcher threw the knife to the little catcher, the head catcher has been working under Wen Yuansheng for many years, and just after someone came to the palace, Wen Yuansheng stayed in the house for a few more teas.

The person in front of him dared to beat the prince of Jiwang in public, and he was afraid that it was not a good stubble.

If he really cut off one of her hands today, not to mention the credit, if this person is in great trouble and picks up a life to get out, he will definitely have a small life.

Until the moment of necessity, you must always leave yourself a way back.

How could Xiao Zhukuai realize this kind of thought, holding the knife, although his hands were a little shaky, he still had the courage to go up.

Nanqiang watched the little catcher get closer and closer, and his breathing gradually became shorter.

Just as the knife in his hand was about to fall, as soon as Nan Qiang closed his eyes, a sound came from outside.

"Liang catches the head!"

Xiao Zhukuai didn't stop when he heard the voice, opened his eyes and gritted his teeth, and knocked people away while catching his head: "You're crazy!" ”

The people who came in behind were also scared into a cold sweat, and Wen Yuansheng, who came from behind, looked at Nanqiang.

"Hurry up and let people go. Take it to light labor prison. ”

Nanqiang let out a sigh of relief, only to feel that his throat was dry.

When Nanqiang arrived at the cell, Huaiqing stood outside the cell, and Huaiqing threw the burden in his hand to Nanqiang with a solemn face.

Nanqiang smiled, and Huaiqing's eyes were even more gloomy.

Nanqiang touched the tip of his nose a little weakly, and Huaiqing turned around to stuff the money bag to catch him: "Poor Dao has a few words to say to this good man, and I bother you to make it convenient for you to do it." ”

I quickly took the money bag, opened it, took a look, and walked out with interest.

Nanqiang approached the fence, and Huaiqing stood with his hands in his hands: "As you expected, it was King Jingyuan who came forward." ”

Nanqiang breathed a sigh of relief, seeing Huaiqing's complexion, Nanqiang was always a little weak in his heart.

"Can you tell me in advance about what you're going to do next time?"

After hearing this, Nanqiang raised his head, and Huaiqing turned around: "King Jingyuan asked you to reflect on yourself in the cell." It's easy to dodge open guns and hard to defend against dark arrows, and you can't eat anything other than what I brought. Even water is not drinkable. ”

After Huaiqing finished speaking, he left, and Nanqiang opened the baggage, and there was only a shirt in it, a few steamed buns, and a pot of water.

Nanqiang lay on the plank. This cell was much better than the one just now, at least there were no dead rats, there were beds, and you could see the light coming in from outside.