Chapter 11: Humiliation in Prison (1)

"Who are you and what do you want to do?" When those people saw Wanqing coming, they suddenly crossed their spears in their hands, blocking her way.

"I'm sorry, I want to visit General Fengqiu Yinfeng, and I hope that several officials will be accommodating." As she spoke, Wan Qing stuffed a few silver taels into the hands of those guards.

Who knows, they didn't even look at it much, and threw it away, "What kind of place do you think this is?" If we are not mistaken, this General Feng was imprisoned for corruption and bribery, right? We advise you to take it back as soon as possible, lest you be seen and add another sin to him!" ”

"Yes, yes, the officials reminded that it was the concubine who was negligent for a while and used this thing to defile your eyes, and the concubine will take them back, but I hope that the official can make it convenient for the concubine to meet my husband!"

"Husband? Who is your husband? ”

"It's Feng Qiuyin......" Wanqing didn't dare to hesitate when she saw them ask sharply, but after she explained honestly, she saw that their faces instantly became extremely ugly.

Just when the evening sun was suspicious, the guards suddenly stood in two rows and made a way.

"Mrs. Feng, please, we have all received favors from the general, if you want to elaborate, we can be regarded as the general's protΓ©gΓ©s, and we don't believe that the general would do such a thing, but...... When the lady went in to visit, she persuaded the general to stop twisting and not saying anything, so that he could not be cleared as soon as possible, and he would suffer in the prison, right? ”

Wanqing listened to them, just smiled, but didn't say anything, they didn't understand Feng Qiuyin at all, they didn't understand Feng Qiuyin, how painful it was to be framed, and that feeling of not being trusted was even more disheartening, only silence was the best way to protest, even if he was tortured, he wouldn't say a word.

When Wanqing entered, the prison was pitch black, and the difference between light and darkness was a little uncomfortable.

"Who do you think you are, tell you, there is no distinction between high and low in this prison, and there is no general Zhenyuan! If you don't eat it, then you don't have to eat it! ”

As soon as the curse fell, there was a deafening breaking sound, although Wanqing couldn't see it, but she could discern the direction of the sound, a sense of worry welled up in her heart, Wanqing no longer hesitated, and hurried to the source of the sound.

At this moment, a ray of moonlight shone into the prison, and Wanqing could vaguely make out the general outline of the prison, and at the source of the sound, it seemed that two jailers were surrounding a prisoner.

Just now they called him the general, could it be Feng Qiuyin? Thinking of this, Wanqing's heart suddenly stopped beating, as soon as she grasped the bamboo basket tightly, she ran there in small steps, and just when she saw it clearly, her heart was also pinched.

I saw that Feng Qiuyin had been tortured by them, and he was already unkempt at this time, but even if he was wearing prison clothes and his face was haggard, he couldn't stop his unyielding arrogance.

"Hey, you can't let him really starve to death, he is a repeat offender in the court, the emperor is going to try it himself, if there are three long and two short, I'm afraid you and I can't afford it!"

Of the two jailers, there was one who was timid, and as he spoke, he whispered to the other, "Otherwise, let's get him a new meal!" ”

'What are you afraid of! "The other man was really bold, and the roar made the timid man tremble." Since he toasts and doesn't eat and drink, then let's give him a penalty drink, I want to see if it's my whip that is hard, or General Feng's bones are hard! ”

As he spoke, he saw him raise his leather whip high, and with a sharp swing, he heard Feng Qiuyin's painful groan.

The voice was not very loud, as if he tried his best to endure it, although Wanqing couldn't see his expression clearly at this time, but listening to the whipping sound, her heart couldn't help but hurt badly.

"Ah, General Feng is really an iron body! Small admiration, admiration! Seeing that Feng Qiuyin didn't make a sound when she whipped, the two of them were surprised, and their hearts were slightly touched.

It's just that the tone of this speech seems to be more arrogant and rampant, "Since the general doesn't eat, then prepare a new one!" After the bold jailer finished speaking, he glanced at the timid one, and the timid one didn't dare to disobey, and left after throwing a complicated glance at Feng Qiuyin.

Just when Wanqing was puzzled, the timid jailer returned, carefully holding a bowl of food in his hand, but it seemed to have a strange smell compared to the previous one.

Wanqing is very familiar with this taste, because in the 21st century, she has raised a dog, and she is even more familiar with dog food, do they want to give Feng Qiuyin dog food!

"General Feng, the meal just now is not to your taste, this is our negligence, this time I will change it for you again, you have to eat it if you don't eat it!"

After speaking, the bold jailer ignored Feng Qiuyin's resistance, and simply stuffed the bowl of food into his mouth, Feng Qiuyin's limbs were imprisoned on the iron chain, and he couldn't move at all.

Wanqing saw it in her eyes, and she felt pain in her heart, but she couldn't stop it, she knew her husband, at this time, he didn't want anyone to see his embarrassed appearance, especially when he was seen by his most beloved woman, he has always been arrogant, if she rushes out now, it will be the biggest shame for him!

Wanqing hid in the dark, pinned her face elsewhere, and listened to Feng Qiuyin's "woo" protest sound, her heart seemed to be pierced by countless sharp swords.

Perhaps they had relieved their hatred and had had enough, but the two jailers slammed the bowl and walked away without looking back.

"General Feng! How are you? Wan Qing saw them go away, and was about to walk out of the darkness, who knows, but someone is one step faster than her, this person is dressed in the clothes of a jailer, a little older, the prison is dim, it is impossible to determine his specific age, but looking at his figure, Wan Qing can roughly guess that he should be over half a hundred years old.

"These animals, how can they be so rude to you, the general used to treat them well, this is really a group of white-eyed wolves!" The old man cursed non-stop, and gently patted Feng Qiuyin's back, those dog foods were extremely insulting, and Feng Qiuyin spit them all out.

Some of them had already been swallowed, and he didn't plan to let them go, his index finger reached into his mouth, and he stabbed it violently, and the meal was spit out, mixed with a lot of sour water.

"Are you...... Uncle Liu? In the dimness, Feng Qiuyin's slightly weak voice came.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the old man kneel down suddenly, took his hand excitedly, and his voice whimpered, "Young master, do you remember the old slave?" ”

Feng Qiuyin didn't speak, just nodded weakly.