Jing Qing was stunned when he heard Zhang Anshi's sudden words.

"Little girl."

The appearance of the two daughters flashed in his mind, and Jing Qing felt as if his heart was being tightly choked by an invisible hand, his breathing was short, and his heart was beating faster.

Jing Qing, who was originally a little crazy, seemed to be poured from top to bottom by a basin of cold water, and woke up in an instant, he slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then, the madness in Jing Qing's eyes receded, replaced by a dead silence.

This feeling is like a drowning person grasping at the last straw, but because the straw was taken away by someone else, there is endless despair, Jingqing is like this, he stands there blankly, his eyes are blank, his lips trembling.

Jing Qing suddenly stumbled a few steps, his hands clutched the iron railing, his eyes widened suddenly, as if he wanted to see through Jiang Xinghuo outside the cell, however, all he saw was Jiang Xinghuo's calm face and deep eyes.

"Dog thief! I want to eat your meat, sleep your skin!! ”

Jing Qing used the remaining half of his tongue, gritted his teeth, and spit out this sentence word by word.

Immediately, he loosened the iron railing, and the whole person squatted on the ground decadently, and he picked up the dirty and messy locks of hair, and roared in pain: "Ah——! ”

His voice was bitter and tragic, like a wounded beast struggling to the death.

Mei Yin beside him frowned slightly, he turned his head to look at the emotional Jing Qing, and a complicated look crossed his eyes, but he didn't interject.

Although it sounds like the fate of Jing Qing's two daughters is a bit miserable, Jing Qing should have made this kind of preparation when he was about to assassinate Emperor Yongle, and these things have nothing to do with him in the final analysis.

Jiang Xinghuo, who was in front of him, looked at the crazy man in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said lightly: "Your two daughters, I sent them to a private school in the countryside, no one knows their identities, and I won't disturb their lives, as for your grandmother."

Speaking of this, Jiang Xinghuo paused.

"The emperor didn't embarrass her, she was released, she never gave up hope for you, her eyes were blind from crying, and she borrowed money from people she knew from door to door, trying to save her from the edict."

Jing Qing was like being devoured by thunder, and his whole body trembled violently, "You, what did you say?" ”

Jiang Xinghuo raised his eyes, fixed his gaze on Jing Qing, and continued: "Anyway, you still have a pair of daughters, they are all waiting for you to go home, if you want to see them, I can send someone to the private school to pick them up in a few days." ”

After Jiang Xinghuo finished speaking, he didn't say anything more, and turned around and left.

Jing Qingxing assassinated the emperor, it was a capital crime, the nature was bad, no one could save him, if there was any chance to atone for his sins, it was nothing more than to publish it in the public newspaper to show repentance, he himself was still dead, but his relatives would be better off after all.

But Jingqing, a pedantic literati, dares to block the life of the whole family to assassinate the king and kill the driver, if there are no special circumstances, it is probably impossible to rely on this bit of family affection to make him give up the "heaven and man induction" Taoism that he defends with his life.

Zhang Anshi, Xu Jingchang and others also left the edict after visiting Mei Yin, and Xu Miaojin's daughter's family was not suitable for this kind of place, and they were still waiting for them outside.

Jing Qing collapsed on the cold, damp floor of the Imperial Prison, tears rolling down the corners of his eyes, dripping onto his dirty clothes, and smearing filthy flowers.

He lay on his back on the cold ground, his hands on his cheeks, letting the salty tears soak his eyelashes, down his cheeks, into his pale and dry lips, and an inexplicable pain hit his heart.

Jing Qing's body continued to tremble, his arms tightened more and more, as if he was afraid of losing something, he buried his head in his lap, his shoulders twitched slightly, like crying, more like a helpless wail.

This night, Jing Qing slept very unsteadily.

He dreamed that he had become a fish, wandering around the lake, surrounded by all kinds of brightly colored fish, swimming and playing happily.

Jing Qing is like a fish that has been forgotten for a long time, no fish wants to get close to him, all of them are afraid to avoid it, he watched them play alone, he did not want to sink here, so he desperately swam to the shore, and finally climbed ashore, however, at the same moment when he climbed ashore, there was a child's immature laughter in his ears.

Those voices made Jing Qing can't help but follow the prestige, and then, he saw a two- or three-year-old doll.

The appearance of the doll is extremely similar to Jing Qing, especially the pair of black and clear eyes, which are almost identical.

The doll smiled, holding a red fruit in her hand, and then ran towards Jingqing with staggering steps, the doll opened her arms, and said in a milky voice: "Yuyu, eat the fruit." ”

The doll's actions made Jing Qing stunned, he looked at the doll blankly, and for a while forgot to stretch out his non-existent hand to catch the fruit handed over by the doll.

The doll seemed to notice Jing Qing's hesitation, she tilted her little head, blinked her eyes, and looked innocent and ignorant: "Yuyu, eat~"

The doll's soft and glutinous voice woke up Jing Qing, and he looked at the doll's pink and jade face, revealing a gentle smile.

He tried his best to open his mouth to catch the red fruit handed over by the doll, and took a bite, the sweet taste spread in his mouth, Jingqing's heart was full of happiness, and even the haze just now dissipated a lot.

However, just as Jing Qing was enjoying the rare wonderful feeling, the doll suddenly stood on tiptoe, stretched out her hand, and touched Jing Qing's face.

"You're not a fish, Daddy? How did you end up like this? ”

Jing Qing stiffened.

The dream shattered suddenly, Jing Qing gasped like a drowning man who had been fished up, and the moonlight was sprinkled on the paper that covered his face.

It was written in the "Di Bao" that Jiang Xinghuo believed that there were yin and yang, contradictions, and conjectures about cloud droplets in the Tai Chi of "rain", all of which would be verified in public in March.

Jing Qing, who was no longer crazy, re-read the "Di Bao", he leaned against the clammy and cold wall of the prison, and muttered.

"Am I really wrong? Is there really no celestial and human induction in this world? ”

For the first time, Jing Qing felt doubts about the Taoism for which he could give his life to defend.

"Nope! No! This is a world where there must be heaven and man, and it won't rain in Jiangnan! I want to live. I want to live and see that day! ”

Mei Yin next door was woken up by him, looking at Jing Qing's appearance of starting to go crazy again, although Mei Yin also did not agree with Jiang Xinghuo's theory of things, thinking that relying on manpower to make it rain in the sky was simply a fantasy.

But Mei Yin thought about the character and pattern that Jiang Xinghuo showed during the day, and couldn't help but shake her head.

Outside the small window of the dungeon, there were a few wails with the sound of the wind, and hearing these sounds, Mei Yin frowned deeply.

Isn't it

——————

The timeline is set back to daytime.

Looking at Jiang Xinghuo, who returned to the Imperial Prison as naturally and easily as returning to his own home, Xu Jingchang, Zhang Anshi, and Zhu Yong, the three boys, looked at each other with a bit of a sense of looking at each other.

Judging from Jiang Xinghuo's attitude towards Jingqing's family just now, this national teacher is either too deep in the city, or he is indeed a gentle and pure gentleman, and the three of them are more inclined to the latter.

But what happened next quickly made them change their minds.

A gentleman can't do such a terrible thing.

In the gloomy and dead execution room, the oil lamp on the wall flickered on and off, and the light illuminated Ji Gang's calm and indifferent face, but it failed to dispel the madness and hideousness in his eyes.

Chu Daheng, Zong Chaoyi, and Fu Zhaobin took the lead in inciting the prisoners to make trouble, but none of them ran away, and they were all caught by Jinyiwei, who acted efficiently.

"The National Teacher is here, so let's start."

The voice of Ji Gang, the commander of Jinyiwei, was low and hoarse, and the three of Xu Jingchang, who insisted on coming to observe the interrogation, felt a chill in their hearts.

These three half-sized sons, when have they ever been to such a slaughterhouse-like place, the blood stains on the ground and on the walls are soaked so that it seems that they can never be wiped clean.

Ji Gang's tone was still flat, but there was already an extra dagger in his hand, and the tip of the knife was against Chu Daheng's body, and the cold and sharp touch made Chu Daheng couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

In Ji Gang's view, although this kind of threat is old-fashioned, it often has unexpected effects, at least it is more secure than direct punishment.

If not, it's not too late to be sentenced.

"What do you want to know?"

Chu Daheng was relieved after all, and his eyes drooped slightly.

"That's right."

Ji Gang restrained the violence in his eyes, and returned to that smiling appearance, as if the scene just now did not exist at all, and even his fingers holding the knife seemed to be much more lively, twisting on the handle of the knife.

"Tell me, why do you want to plan and encourage the inmates to go to Taiping Street in an attempt to obstruct the change of the law."

"Will you let us go?" Chu Daheng raised his head and asked.

"Look at what you say." Ji Gang was noncommittal.

"Huh!" Chu Daheng sneered, the corners of his mouth outlined a mocking arc, "Do you think I will believe it?" ”

Ji Gang felt a little tricky, the mouths of these prisoners were surprisingly hard, it seemed that they had already had a will to die, in the past few days, because Emperor Yongle asked to go to the Three Law Division for trial in the future, the Jinyi guards were afraid that they would be covered in bruises, so they were not punished.

Ji Gang gave Jiang Xinghuo a look, asking if he wanted to be ruthless.

Looking at these prisoners who almost let the law change die, Jiang Xinghuo's heart felt a little more irritable for no reason.

But whether it is Jing Qing or these prisoners, they all look like martyrs, as if he Jiang Xinghuo promoted the law change, and he became a heinous villain.

If you want to do something for Daming and the people, why is it so difficult?

If Da Ming clings to the set of heaven and man induction, three outlines and five constants, the final result is not to follow the old path of his previous life?

In the end, the celestial induction was shattered by the cannons of the Westerners, and the Three Principles and Five Constants came to naught in the drastic changes.

Instead of being passively beaten, why can't you rise early?

For the stubbornness of these people's thoughts, Jiang Xinghuo is helpless, he has read Cheng Zhu Lixue since he was a child, and he firmly believes that what he is doing is right, that is, he is maintaining heavenly principles, science, and reform. Any change in the status quo is wrong.

Jiang Xinghuo didn't really want to be trapped in the center to deal with these messy things, he wanted to go deep into the countryside, into the wave of manual workshops that was about to start.

But at the moment, it is obvious that the most important thing is to find out the main messenger behind the scenes, and eliminate the hidden danger for the artificial rainfall in the near future.

Just when Jiang Xinghuo was thinking.

"Phew!"

A mouthful of phlegm sprayed onto Jiang Xinghuo's extremely dense cloth shoes.

Chu Daheng laughed and said, "Traitor, do you think we will give in? ”

Ji Gang took out a white brocade handkerchief from his sleeve pocket, bent down to wipe it for Jiang Xinghuo, and then beckoned to the prison guard next to him.

A jailer approached suspiciously, "Commander Ji gives you orders." ”

Ji Gang said: "Bring water, I'm going to play slowly." ”

"Yes."

The jailer answered, turned and walked away quickly, quickly bringing a bucket of cold water.

Crash! The water splashed, and several of the inmates who were tied to their chairs were suddenly doused with cold water.

The crowd cursed.

"Shut up!"

Ji Gang on the side immediately picked up a stick with tanned cowhide on it, dipped it in cold water, and beat it hard one stick after another, beating these prisoners crying and calling their mothers.

However, Rao is like this, and several people even refused to confide in the mastermind behind the scenes.

"Chu Daheng, what did this commander ask you, why did you incite the prisoners to make trouble?"

Ji Gang slowly squatted down and stared at Chu Daheng's eyes.

Chu Daheng's cloudy eyes flashed with hatred and resentment, and he snorted coldly: "I advise you not to be delusional, I don't know anything!" ”

"Oh? Are you sure? Ji Gang said lightly.

"Since I don't know anything."

Ji Gang's voice suddenly rose, his right hand was raised, and he grabbed Chu Daheng's neck.

Chu Daheng's throat creaked, struggling desperately, and he tried to break Ji Gang's palm by twisting his head when his limbs were tied, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the latter's hand.

The pain of suffocation caused Chu Daheng's pupils to gradually dilate, and his face turned from ruddy to purple.

At the moment when Chu Daheng was about to faint, Jiang Xinghuo stopped in time.

"Enough!"

Ji Gang is a little resentful, execution, he is professional, if he is not forced like this, how can he let them confide?

Jiang Xinghuo summoned Ji Gang and whispered something to him.

When Ji Gang heard this, his expression was quite strange.

"National teacher, can this work?" Ji Gang instinctively questioned.

Ji Gang had never heard of such "torture", and he didn't know if it would work, so he was really a little skeptical, but since the national teacher had spoken, he could only do it.

But Ji Gang thought about it, anyway, he had to go to the three law divisions for trial, this method that can not get hurt, let's try it.

"Separate a few of them, each in a separate torture cell, blindfolded and tied up."

Several brocade guards dragged down these rotten Confucians who sneered and looked like "Ye Ao Nai, what do I do".

And the three brothers Xu Jingchang, Zhu Yong, and Zhang Anshi, who were standing on the sidelines, were also a little confused at this time.

Jiang Xinghuo didn't explain much, just said: "Notify me when the result is out." ”

(End of chapter)