The Dongfang family plotted to usurp the throne, but Xi Ning avoided it. But the Wei family did not have such luck. The prison held all the thieves of this rebellion, and Xi Ning was also stepping into this dark and damp place for the first time, and she wanted to see how the Wei clan was frightened here, and how they were in the company of dark rats.

Descending all the way down the long stone steps, a cold wind roared like Xi Ning's cheeks, but when it was about to arrive, it supplely avoided it, as if he was afraid of this woman with a more gloomy aura. Xiao Cui behind Xi Ning was also the first time to enter this dark prison, perhaps because there were too many dead souls who had disappeared here, and the gloom here seemed to be the residence of Hell Shura, which was close to the soul of the intruder, Xiao Cui couldn't help but shudder.

The flickering oil lamp on the wall of the dungeon illuminated the figures of Xi Ning and Xiaocui, Xiaocui glanced sideways at the rampant figure and hurriedly lowered her head. It is said that the oil lamps on the walls of the prison are made of human oil scraped from the bodies of dead bodies, and the oil lamps made of human oil are like everlasting lamps, which burn for a long time. For this legend, the people of the people are convinced. Xiaocui also entered the prison, and then she remembered this rumor, and the fear that seeped out of her bones spread all over her body.

Xi Ning ignored Xiaocui's figure approaching him and continued to move forward. When the guards in the prison saw Xi Ning walking towards them step by step with the light on his back, they felt that the goddess was coming, and they all crawled on the ground in panic, shouting Long live my emperor, long live, long live. Ignoring the guards crawling on both sides, Xi Ning's footsteps went straight to the deepest part. Xiaocui behind her hurriedly said to the kneeling cell head, "Lead the way to the Wei family's detention place in front?" ”

The stocky woman quickly stood up, bowed her head and bent forward to keep up. After getting the largest and deepest cell, the cell leader said, "Your Majesty, this is the Wei family's detention place. ”

When Xi Ning heard this, he stopped and looked in front of the iron fence, and there were more than 70 people sitting or lying in the cell of more than 40 square meters, the oldest was sixty or seventy years old, and the youngest was eleven or twelve years old. They saw Xi Ning standing outside the door, struggling with his weak body and crawling with his luggage, and some people just lay on the spot because they couldn't get up.

In the very corner of this cell, Xi Ning saw Wei Hongyu's body, very good! If you die, you will be in this prison, will Dongfang Yue be very happy if she knows that Wei Hongyu is ending up like this?

Thinking of Dongfang Yue's figure falling like a butterfly, Xi Ning gritted his teeth with hatred, and wished to let everyone in this room go down to the funeral. She doesn't know if she's because of guilt or because of longing, lately Dongfang Yue has appeared in her dreams every time, calling "sister" gently. Xi Ning fell asleep in her thoughts and woke up with tears streaming down her face, in this torment, she hated! Hate those who hurt Dongfang Yue.

"Move Wei Hongyu's body out!" Xi Ning turned around and walked to the chair that the cell boss had prepared for her and sat down.

The two little soldiers quickly opened the door and walked quickly to the corner to carry the corpse, the rest of the Wei family hurriedly made way for the two of them, and the older Wei family looked at Xi Ning with a gloomy face in confusion. The shriveled hand of the clan elder Wei Qianrong clenched the cane in his hand, and his wrinkled face had a pair of dark pupils, exuding the light of wisdom, and the whole clan looked at her, expecting her words to dissuade.

Xi Ning leaned lazily on the back of the chair, playing with the iron hook taken from the torture rack on the side, the slender and sharp hook, glowing with a cold light in the dim candle flame. She slowly shifted her attention from the iron hook to the cell, met the dark eyes, her lips gradually opened, and a wicked smile was given to Wei Qianrong.

"What's your name?" Xi Ning moved away from the dark and asked the cell boss who was trembling and waiting.

"Slave Zhang Sanniang, knock to see Your Majesty!" Zhang Sanniang hurriedly knelt down and replied. Xi Ning used the sharp hook in his hand to pick his nails, then blew the tips of his fingers, and rubbed his thumb twice, and then said slowly: "Take off Wei Hongyu's tattered clothes, and the dead are not afraid of the cold!" ”

When Zhang Sanniang heard this, her eyes looked at Wei Hongyu's clothes, which were tattered clothes, which were obviously 'old clothes' sewn from fine silk brocade (1). It should have been brought by the Wei family when they were in prison, and they were specially changed for her. Zhang Sanniang thought to herself: How can the rebel minister die comfortably? If you can't torture a soul trembling, who will let it go? Deserve.

She immediately recruited two little soldiers, stripped Wei Hongyu in three or two strokes, and lay straight on the cold ground. The bumpy figure, although he has entered middle age, the figure is exquisitely maintained. Xi Ning praised it: "This Prime Minister Wei is in good shape!" What a pity to lie down! Hang up! ”

Wei Qianrong's shriveled hand clenched and loosened palely, and his eyes were fixed on Xi Ning's expression of giving orders while talking and laughing, it was a kind of hatred, a hatred that was deep in his bones and could not be released. She thought to herself: Is it for the general Dongfang Yue who fell off the cliff? Or for her son, or for her sister. Everyone's debts are counted on Xiaohong's head, and the Wei family is not guaranteed!

The other clansmen did not dare to speak, their eyes avoided Wei Hongyu's naked/naked body hanging on the cross, and they all lowered their heads or looked away.

Xi Ning glanced at the scene in the cell with smiling eyes, and continued to move his gaze to Wei Hongyu's cold corpse. She thought to herself: How can we make her soul unsettled?

Xiaocui endured her trembling body, gritted her teeth and told herself that she couldn't be so useless, and she had to adapt to such an environment when she was on an errand beside the empress. persuaded himself to be strong over and over again, and his eyes inadvertently saw Xi Ning's gloomy gaze, as if he was going to cramp and peel Wei Hongyu. Although she knew that Xi Ning was very good to Dongfang Yue, she didn't know that she was already in love. She doesn't understand love, and she doesn't know the hatred born for love!

"Zhang Sanniang, tell me how to interrogate the corpse in this prison?" Xi Ning rubbed his eyebrows as if he was very worried.

"Back to Your Majesty, apart from the torture of the corpse, there is really nothing else!" Zhang Sanniang didn't understand what Xi Ning meant, but since everyone was stripped naked and hung up, it couldn't be for the visit!

"Oh~ I haven't seen this yet, so you might as well show me a few things." Xi Ning showed strong curiosity, ignoring the different heartbeats of everyone in the cell, she was waiting, waiting for the quietest heart to tremble, Xi Ning intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Wei Qianrong who was sitting quietly in the cell.

Zhang Sanniang neatly began to pack up the torture tools, recalling the torture methods she had learned for decades, her physical memory was better than her mental memory, and when she had not yet determined which kind of criminal law to use, her hand had already picked up a thick sharp needle at the bottom of the torture rack, which was a foot long and rusty.

Zhang Sanniang grinded the rusty iron needle in her hand on the stone mill on the side a few times, washed it with the water in the wooden barrel, and the iron needle that appeared in her hand again was sharp and sharp. Xi Ning was curious to know what this thing does?

Notes: (1) Old clothes: It is a shroud, the last set of clothes worn by the deceased, the workmanship is more exquisite, and the fabrics will be carefully selected.