Edict of Prison.

The dark and dim torture room was filled with the sticky and dull smell of blood, which was suffocating.

In the mottled iron grate, only a beam of orange-toned light penetrated.

But it only feels creepy.

There was a man sitting in the corner, his hair in knots hanging down, covering his cloudy eyes, as if he had just been dragged off the torture rack, and sat there weakly.

Not human-looking.

His face was stained with blood, and his finger tendons were snapped alive, hanging limply on the armrest.

"Hu Fengsheng."

Someone walked in against the light, and the cold fingertips slowly swiped across the torture instrument on the table, and landed on the last willow leaf knife.

Hu Fengsheng let out a painful wail, as if he had awakened some terrible memory, and his eyes full of turbidity moved a little.

A heartfelt fear made him tremble uncontrollably from the tips of his toes, and he contracted violently into his chair, trying to find some solace in hell.

Chinight leaned forward, lifted her foot and stepped on the chair, the cold tip of the knife cutting through his greasy hair and against his fragile eyes.

He sneered slowly, "In the past few days, have you remembered something?" ”

Hu Fengsheng's body trembled, and his pupils reflected the other party's cold and cruel face, like a rakshasa ghost, "I...... I'll confess......"

In just a few days, his throat had been completely broken.

All kinds of torture are even better than death!

But how could these brocade guards let him die?

Qianwan raised her hand slightly, Luo Gan handed over a stack of paper, and deliberately whispered, "My lord, the paper for the spring kite girl is also here." ”

After Hu Fengsheng was sentenced before, he spit out some words one after another.

It's just that this chicken thief can't be clean every time.

Qianwan pretended to scan the paper twice, squinted her eyes slightly, and asked Hu Fengsheng in a cold voice, "Where is the original account book?" ”

"In ...... In the hands of my wife. ”

"Those 10,000 shops, all owned by you?"

"Yes, it's owned by the lower officials."

"What's the main business?"

"Jade, teahouse, rouge shop."

Qianwan raised her hand and slapped him, "I'm sorry, repeat!" ”

Hu Fengsheng trembled, the tips of his ears buzzed, and he said in a trembling voice, "Yes...... Jade, trading houses, rouge shops. ”

Qianye pinched his jaw hard, and a cold voice seeped out from between his teeth, "I'll give you another chance, if it's still not right, you don't have to make a sound again." ”

Hu Fengsheng broke out in a cold sweat, his chin was clamped tightly, and he felt as if he was about to be misplaced and deformed, and the evil breath squeezed him out of breath, and he was able to breathe heavily when he was dying.

"Ahem...... Ahem, I said...... I say...... It's jade, a trading house, a salt shop! ”

Qianwan slapped his face twice coldly, "It's not easy to pry out the word salt shop from your mouth." ”

Unfold the paper in his hand in front of him.

There was a blank space on it.

What is the confession between him and Spring Kite about the shop?

Hu Fengsheng collapsed on the chair with a dead face, and his eyes gradually lost focus.

Luo Gan looked at him mockingly, "What's the hurry, it's not time for you to despair." ”

He looked at Hu Fengsheng, slowed down his tone viciously and said, "Miss Spring Kite is pregnant, do you know?" ”

Hu Fengsheng's expression loosened slightly, and his dark eyes raised in a daze, "...... Yes, yes? ”

"It's your child," Luo Gan shook his hand and paused, "It's just that he was lost by your wife's bowl of saffron." ”

Hu Fengsheng's chest rose and fell, shaking his arms, and he stared at him in disbelief.

"What, don't you believe it?" Luo Gan took out a concentric knot from the desk and brought it to him for him to identify carefully, "This is what the Spring Kite Girl wants to return to you before she dies, it is stained with the blood of your unborn child and his mother. ”

Hu Fengsheng's expression was shocked, and he wanted to hold the concentric knot, but his ten fingers were broken, and only empty flesh and skin remained.

"Feng Lang, you are a Qing official who loves the people like a son, and Chun Kite is just a Hongchen woman, so I don't dare to talk to you about how long I am...... But I want to give my concubine's heart to you. ”

"Feng Lang, how fortunate a woman in this world is, many flowers in the Red Mansion have bloomed and fallen, and all of them have returned to dust, and beauty is beautiful, and no one has stopped to pity them.

The spring kite only hopes that Feng Lang can stop and look at the spring kite when it is the most delicate, and then he will be content......"

……

"Spring Kite ......"

Hu Fengsheng's eyes were sad.

The death of the spring kite seemed to be the last straw that crushed him," ...... I confessed everything, and I just asked the adults to bury the spring kite for me. ”

Luo Gan cast an inquiring gaze to Qianwan, saw that the other party bowed slightly, stepped forward, and put the concentric knot on Hu Fengsheng's body.

He said in a deep voice, "Yes." ”

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