The edict, which few people dare to go to, is even less accessible in the past few days, and after nightfall, there is not even a ghost.

In the small torture room, the smell of blood, urine, and burnt meat were mixed together, which was disgusting.

On the torture rack, there was a person hanging, unconscious. Up and down the body, whip marks and burn marks are staggered, and there is not a piece of good meat.

In the corner, there were four men, old and young, shivering and gathered in one place, and one of them was shaking and wetting his pants.

The other leaned over and retched incessantly, his stomach was so empty that he vomited out of his bile.

Yan Chong sat on one of the chairs, and the barbed torture instrument in his hand that had just been pulled out of the body of the man on the torture rack was placed on his sleeve and slowly wiped.

While hooking the corners of his lips, he squinted at the only one who was still calm among the few who seemed to be smiling, and greeted, "Lord Feng, this son has already said that in the future, let you be careful, don't fall into my hands, but why didn't you listen to it, so careless?" ”

That's right, the person in the torture room today is not someone else, it is the former Dali Temple Qing Feng Lun.

It just so happened that it was Lord Feng who was aggressive when he came to the Jing'an Hou Mansion that day.

Feng Lun's face was a little pale, but he was still calm, gritted his teeth and looked at Yan Chong, hiding the fear in him, and said hatefully, "Don't talk nonsense, if you want to kill or fight, listen to it." ”

"How can that work?" Yan Chong said with a smile, leaned forward, and came to Feng Lun before he paused, and looked at Feng Lun with a pair of eyes like cold stars, "This son of the world is a very grudgeful person, so naturally he can't tolerate you being so happy, Lord Feng." Catching a glimpse of the fear that flashed in Feng Lun's eyes, he raised his head with a satisfied smile and looked at the torture rack, "Lord Feng is really blessed, he actually has four sons, and that one is the eldest son, right?" Next ......."

His gaze turned back to Feng Lun's side, and several other young men passed over them one by one. Those people, without exception, were all frightened.

Yan Chong still looked smiling, raised the torture instrument in his hand, and pointed at the man who was so frightened that his pants were wet, "Let's follow the ranking, the young and the old are orderly, brothers, friends and brothers." Second son, please! ”

Behind him, two brocade guards wearing Cheng Ziyi stepped forward, and they couldn't help but say that they set up the second son of Feng.

Feng Ergongzi's face was already frightened, and he shook his head desperately and struggled, "Don't, don't....... Father! Father, save me! ”

"Yan Chong, you villain who will repay you, what is it, you come to me." Feng Lun shouted with tears in his eyes.

"Coming at you?" Yan Chong hooked the corners of his mouth, "Lord Feng's bones are hard, I don't dare to believe you." Come on! Good life serves Feng Er Gongzi, and next, Feng San Gongzi, Feng Fourth Gongzi, this son is finished, and there is a grandson. Lord Feng's family already has three grandchildren, right? The eldest one is seven years old, and the youngest one is less than a year old, as long as Master Feng is ruthless, he will send them away one by one. ”

Yan Chong's tone was light, even with a smile, but Feng Lun was shocked when he heard it.

This man is terrible. He didn't come at him, but he stabbed his children and grandchildren, and asked him to see it with his own eyes.

"Yan Chong, you declare a personal vendetta!"

"That's right! There is also Master Feng, the girl who wants to be sent to King Mu's mansion as a side concubine, since it is already a personal vendetta, she can't be left behind, clean it up, and send it to the Jiaofang Division! ”

"Yan Chong! You don't have to die well! Feng Lun scolded angrily.

The smile on Yan Chong's face had disappeared, and he approached him and said, "Before I die, Lord Feng should think about your family and yourself first, what will happen to you!" ”

"Of course...... Lord Feng can also have another choice. Yan Chong's tone changed suddenly, and when he arrived here, he paused again, looked at Feng Lun, who looked worried, and said, "Tell me, where is the back hand of the traitor Xiao Qibu?" ”

Feng Lun was startled, and subconsciously raised his eyes to look at Yan Chong.

The latter was already smiling.

The people who know you best are usually not friends, but enemies.

Xiao Qi gave up too simply, it's weird, isn't it? Unless, he didn't intend to give up at all, but wanted to make a comeback in a roundabout way.

Feng Lun looked at the person in front of him, and the horror in his eyes could no longer be suppressed.

Who said that this is an unlearned, lawless overlord? This is clearly the living Hades.

Coming out of the torture room, the door closed behind him, and the smile on Yan Chong's face disappeared.

On the side, someone had already come forward with hot water to serve him to clean his hands.

No matter how long he has been in prison, there are some things that he can never get used to, and the only improvement is that after getting out of here, he can still live his life as usual, and be the original him, unlike at the beginning, when he couldn't even eat.

Carefully wiping his hands and face clean, he tossed the towel back into the basin.

In less than a quarter of an hour, he had already made a decision.

"Shao Qian, you take a team of people to the Xishan camp for a trip, be sure to check it out. Remember, act quietly, don't let people see the clues. If it is really as Feng Lun said, then do it. He leaned into Shao Qian's ear and whispered two words, his voice extremely suppressed.

Shao Qian listened, but his eyes lit up, and at the end, he gave him a thumbs up, and then turned around and walked away quickly.

"Luo Lin, go and invite Yuan Shizi, let him go."

"Yes." Luo Lin responded, but it was not so surprising that his son-in-law gave the credit to others, but he was not in a hurry to leave, "What about the son?" Ready to take a trip to Shochiku in person? ”

Yan Chong's eyes sank, "I can only go." ”

As soon as the words fell, he had already strode away.

When he arrived at the gate of the prison, someone was already waiting, and he shook off a cloak and tied it for him. Yan Chong took the reins from the other person's hand, got on the horse's back, and galloped away.

The Songzhu building is on the westernmost side of the imperial city, with an independent access control, which is regarded as a city within a city, and is heavily guarded.

It was some time ago that Emperor Yonghe ordered Ye Zhun to be imprisoned.

Ye Zhun has been in the pine and bamboo small building, and it has been a few months.

Yan Chong had never seen it, but this time, he had to go.

Who knows, it didn't take long to walk, and I saw that in the dark night, in a certain direction, the fire was soaring into the sky.

It just happened to be the direction of Shochiku Kozuki.

Yan Chong reined in the horse for the time being, his expression was stunned for a moment, and the next moment, he gritted his teeth and rode away towards the firelight.

The one that caught fire was really a small building of pine and bamboo.

When Yan Chong arrived, all people were in and out, and they were busy fighting fires.

When he looked at it, thick smoke rolled in, and he could only see human figures. In and out, hectic and busy.

His face turned pale, and he casually grabbed a forbidden soldier and asked fiercely, "How can it be on fire?" What about Ye Zhunren? ”

The man saw the flying fish suit on his body in a trance, his face turned white with fright, and he said with trembling lips, "No...... I don't know. Maybe I'm still in the house, the door is locked, and I can't get out. He raised his hand tremblingly and pointed to the place where the fire and smoke were at their highest.

Yan Chong threw him away and strode in.

When he reached the place that the man was pointing to, he saw that the sky-high light had swallowed up the entire row of houses, and in the blink of an eye, the houses had burned to empty shelves.

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