Xin Yu was walking down the street, and saw a team of Jinlin guards escorting people forward.

This is a street very close to the imperial city, and it is the time of the lower office, and most of the people walking are officials.

Lord He wants to arrest all the officials who insulted her?

Xin Yu thought so, of course, not because he was sentimental, but because he was thinking about the purpose of He Qingxiao's doing.

He Qingxiao moved very quickly, and when Zhang Xu entered Beizhen Fusi and was still making trouble, he had already quickly stepped into a room.

"My lord, the man has been brought."

He Qingxiao bowed slightly: "Then let's start." ”

A large prison was crowded with newly arrested people, most of whom were low-ranking officials.

He Qingxiao's gaze swept over the faces that were either angry or panicked, and he stopped imperceptibly on the face of one of them, and withdrew his gaze expressionlessly.

It was a middle-aged man, with a short beard and a slightly chubby body, it was Zhao Langzhong who Xin Yu wanted to find a chance to meet.

"Lord He, I'm a court official, how can you arrest us because of a few words?"

"That is, Jin Linwei can be so lawless?"

"Of course there is heaven on Jin Linwei's head." He Qingxiao said lightly.

He was born too well, and in this forest prison, such a face is out of place but makes people feel cold.

He didn't want to embarrass you, but just took care of Xin Zhizhao in accordance with the holy will, and had to react in the face of the recent insults and slanders against Xin Zhizhao. In this way, as long as you write a letter of guarantee, He will let you out immediately, and you will not delay going home for dinner. ”

"What warranty?"

Among those arrested, there were those who were indignant, and there were also those who were timid and afraid.

He Qingxiao didn't answer immediately, but glanced at his subordinates.

Several Jinlin guards brought seven or eight tables over, spread out white pieces of paper, and brought these people to the table like eagles catching chicken cubs.

Zhao Langzhong was brought to the table closest to He Qingxiao, and none of the people who were arrested, including Zhao Langzhong, noticed that there was anything wrong with this.

He Qingxiao said lightly: "Just write about the credulous rumors before, and never say that Xin Zhizhao is not half a sentence in the future." ”

"This, this is just too deceitful!"

What is the difference between writing such a guarantee and being slapped in public?

"If you want to write it, write it quickly, what so much nonsense!" A Jinlin guard shouted.

The expressions of the people who were arrested were different, even if some people wanted to write home quickly, they did not want to be the first to start writing. These people all understand that many shameless things are done by everyone, and it is often the first person who is ridiculed to do it.

Seeing that the situation was at a stalemate, the Jin Linwei grabbed Zhao Langzhong's wrist and asked irritably, "Do you write or not?" ”

A slight clicking sound sounded, followed by Zhao Langzhong's screams.

Zhao Langzhong's right hand was dislocated!

Almost all of those arrested were civilian officials, who had never seen such a brutal method, and many people were frightened and white-faced, and their legs and feet were weak.

That Jin Linwei ignored Zhao Langzhong's screams and slowly swept over everyone: "Do you want to write or not?" ”

His gaze fell on the face of a petty official with the most ugly face.

The little official's cold sweat broke out all of a sudden, and he hurriedly grabbed the pen on the table: "I, I write ......"

It's just a promise, if you write it, you can go home, if you don't write it, you don't know what kind of torture you will suffer, so why bother holding on.

The petty official wrote quickly while comforting himself.

Once one person did this kind of thing, more people followed suit, and soon a few more people picked up the pen.

Someone finished writing, and seeing that the person who had a good relationship didn't start writing, he whispered and persuaded: "It's not about the principles of the family, the country, and the society, and it's pointless to be beaten hard." ”

As soon as these words came out, it was undoubtedly a big step, and those who were still persisting also went down.

But is it just to follow the trend and say a few words, and still be famous for eternity if you are forced to bear a punishment? The bigger the trouble, the more humiliating it became, and when I finished writing and went home, no one else necessarily knew that I had been arrested.

Once they figured it out, everyone wrote quickly.

"This grown-in can go." Seeing that the junior official who started to write put the pen down, the Jin Linwei smiled and let go after checking the guarantee, and he couldn't see the fierce spirit just now.

The arrested officials left one after another, and in the end only Zhao Langzhong remained.

"Why hasn't this adult written yet?" He Qingxiao looked at the past lightly.

Zhao Langzhong's face turned pale with pain, and under the gaze of those cold eyes that had no temperature, he had to squeeze out a sentence: "Xiaguan's hand...... Can't move ......"

The beautiful young man raised his eyebrows slightly: "I can't write with my right hand, don't I still have my left hand?" ”

On the side, Jin Linwei rudely pushed Zhao Langzhong: "Didn't you hear what our adults said?" I can't bear this pain, do you want to taste the taste of a soldering iron? ”

Zhao Langzhong shuddered and said in a trembling voice: "I, I write ......"

He reached out with his left hand and picked up the pen.

He Qingxiao's calm gaze flashed slightly.

People's subconscious movements are difficult to control, and as soon as Zhao Langzhong's posture of holding a pen in his left hand came out, he knew that he had practiced.

"My lord, he's done."

He Qingxiao walked over, looked at it, and said lightly, "Take it out." ”

Zhao Langzhong breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's go." The two Jin Linwei, one on the left and one on the right, walked out with Zhao Langzhong in their hands.

Zhao Langzhong was in the relaxation of finally escaping, and he didn't realize that he was different from others when he went out, until he was pushed into a torture room.

Wrong!

He turned abruptly and saw the young man coming unhurriedly.

He Qingxiao raised his head slightly, and the door of the torture room was suddenly closed.

Zhao Langzhong's face changed greatly: "Lord He, what do you mean by this?" ”

He Qingxiao held up the letter of guarantee that Zhao Langzhong had just written in front of him: "Zhao Langzhong is talented, and his left hand is so beautiful. ”

Zhao Lang was stunned in the center, and finally realized that something was wrong.

Without giving Zhao Langzhong much time to react, He Qingxiao held up another piece of paper: "This, does Zhao Langzhong know each other?" ”

The moment he saw the handwriting on the paper, Zhao Langzhong's pupils shrank, and he couldn't hide his panic.

How could it be in He Qingxiao's hands!

"Zhao Langzhong?"

One of Zhao Langzhong's spirits came back to his senses, and opened his mouth to deny: "The lower officials don't know——"

"Yan Chao." He Qingxiao shouted.

"Humble duty."

He Qingxiao glanced at Zhao Langzhong, and his eyes were unwavering: "It is rare for Zhao Langzhong to come to Beizhen Fusi and entertain me well." ”

"Yes." Yan Chao pinched each other with both hands, making a creaking sound, and then stretched out his hand.

Immediately, a Jinlin guard handed over the long whip.

The whip was specially made by Jinlinwei, and it was covered with barbs and took on a suspiciously dark red color.

With just one whip, Zhao Langzhong realized what life is better than death.

This pain, which penetrates deep into the bone marrow, is completely different from the pain of a dislocated arm.

"Stop fighting, yes, I wrote it......" Before the third whip fell, Zhao Langzhong hissed.

As soon as He Qingxiao raised his hand, Yan Chao raised his whip and stepped aside.

"Then please tell me Zhao Langzhong, who are you obeying?"

(End of chapter)