Xiao Dou took the handle of the knife and pestled the lost dog Qi Chang all the way into the Dali Temple Prison.

The inside and outside of the imperial city are already heavily guarded, and the entrance and exit are all required to be posted, and the Dali Temple Prison is the forbidden army inside and outside the guard, and the place is surrounded into an iron bucket.

In response to what Wu Hongzhe said, the prohibition of the army and the ban is the foundation of the country and cannot be moved lightly.

Now that this place has been taken over by Wu Desi, Yang Ying, the young secretary of Dali Temple, is also forced to be questioned, and he cannot interfere with Wu Desi's actions.

The prisoners in Sanpin Prison, unfortunately in the same prison as the King of Jiyang County, were pulled out one by one, neatly arranged, and interrogated in turn.

As soon as Qi Chang entered, he was subjected to a very detailed body search, and was pressed to the ground for no reason and was kicked several times.

Someone lifted him up with the placket of his coat and shoved him inside, and as he passed by a gloomy hall, he saw four benches in it, on which was placed a door panel on which a corpse stood on its tiptoes towards the door.

The corpse was fat and heavy, coupled with a thick layer of shroud, covered with a shou quilt, and it became more and more huge and friendless.

This is the corpse of the king of Jiyang.

He died suddenly in Dali Temple Prison, His Majesty has no will to move him out, Zongzheng Temple and the Ministry of Rites do not know whether to do a funeral for him as the king of the county, or to stop him in Dali Temple for the sake of sin, so even the person who protects the funeral is not designated, only here to give him a small collection.

Next to the corpse was a basin of wealth, and two monks sat next to each other and recited the Amitabha Sutra: "If it is one day, if it is two days, if it is three days, if it is four days, if it is five days, if it is six days, if it is seven days, there will be no confusion in the mind......

The sound of the wooden fish drilled into Qi Chang's ears, and he suddenly felt that the crowded Dali Temple had turned into a wilderness.

"When a person dies, his heart is not upside down, and he will die......

Qi Chang was taken to prison, and the jailer casually opened a cell door and stuffed him inside.

He stumbled and almost fell on the toilet, the dirt of the toilet accumulated for years, and the smell of defecation overflowed, and he retched on the spot.

Holding on to the wall and vomiting for a long time, he dragged his soft steps to the corner, away from the toilet, there was no blood on his face, and at this time it became a piece of paper.

As soon as he sat on the hay, he was smacked by the hard thing under his buttocks, and he reached out and pulled it out, and it turned out to be a frozen mouse.

He hadn't seen a rat since he entered the Mo Mansion.

Throwing away the dead mouse in disgust, the sound of Fang Cai's chanting echoed in his heart, and he thought, "Who in this world can not be afraid and not have a heart turned upside down when he is dying?"

The sound of the wooden fish came with the wind, which made him feel a little calm, and when he heard the unitary, there was a noise of footsteps outside the prison door, and the jailer came in and took him to the torture cell.

In the torture room, King Wei sat in the main seat, behind him was a wall full of torture instruments, the prison officer, the prison officer in charge, the prisoner of the school, and the prison officer with a cane were all waiting on the left and right, Shujing stood by the door, and when he saw Qi Chang coming in, he motioned for the others to go out first.

But in just one day, King Wei seemed to have changed, his spirit was not as good as before, there was a kind of sluggish depression, and a layer of depression was shrouded above his eyebrows, and he was like the shrewd and confident prince in the past.

He couldn't help but be depressed.

The body of the king of Jiyang has been sent back to the county king's mansion, even though the case is not settled, His Majesty has also issued a decree to handle it according to the funeral ceremony of the county king, and add him to the title of prince.

It seems to be a great blessing, but in fact it is not.

The heirs of the prince of Jiyang County have not been knighted, not to mention that the fields occupied by the king of Jiyang County will be cleared, and even the fields that belong to the king of Jiyang County will be recovered.

The future of decay and withering can already be foreseen.

King Wei was dizzy, his mouth was dry from the charcoal fire, and his internal organs were dry when he couldn't emit the yin fire, he picked up the teacup, took a big sip, suppressed the fire, and looked at Qi Chang who was brought by the jailer.

"Waiter Qi said," he put down the teacup, "It's really embarrassing to be like this, and you haven't escaped yet."

Qi Chang knelt on the ground, staring at the charcoal fire, his mind was blank, his left ear went in and out of his right ear, and finally only a "buzzing" sound remained in his head.

King Wei beat his spirit and began to organize a messy speech: "You falsely accuse General Mo, it is a capital crime, but you are my disciple, and I can only do it

I have begged Your Majesty to spare your life, deprived of your official body, beaten with sixty rods, and taken you to Kuanzhou to make meritorious service and atone for your sins."

Qi Chang's dull eyes suddenly moved, and he looked up at King Wei, and his face looked ridiculous because of the addition of a bit of surprise: "Sixty rods? Isn't that still dead?"

"The rod can be a dead man, and naturally a living man."

A little light suddenly appeared in Qi Chang's eyes, but the light was fleeting, and his brain could turn a little.

What kind of merit?

King Wei is not a good person, and if he is spared, he must have a plan.

He seriously thanked King Wei for saving his life, and honestly waited for King Wei to tell his purpose.

King Wei took a sip of the teacup: "Are you familiar with Kuanzhou Mofu?"

Qi Chang didn't actually know much about Mo Mansion, but he still nodded: "Very familiar."

King Wei said: "It's good to be familiar, there are some things, when you get on the road, someone will ask you."

Qi Chang only agreed, without any special expression, after this whole day of fright and ups and downs, he was so tired that he couldn't mobilize the expression on his face.

And he knew he had no choice.

If you don't want to die, you don't have a choice.

King Wei got up and walked out, and when he walked to his side, he stopped and said, "Sixty rods will be finished today, and you will go to Kuanzhou early tomorrow morning, and someone will give you medicine."

After that, King Wei crossed the threshold and walked out of the torture room, the bright lights were lit up in the Dali Temple, the forbidden army was in full array, Wu Desi was painting the portrait of the murderer, King Wei walked over and took a look, only to see that the man above had an ordinary face, and he could catch eighty of them a day when he posted it.

He rolled his eyes inwardly and cursed, "Busy."

In the torture room, the four shackle jailers took Qi Chang's clothes off and pressed them on the torture bench, and the jailers took the lead to record on the side.

Everyone has been ordered by the king of Wei, it is by no means the kind of deadly fighting style when the court cane Wu Jin was playing, the fall is not light or heavy, the first cane goes down, although there are red marks, but the skin is not broken.

Qi Chang snorted, gritted his teeth and endured, grabbed the torture bench with both hands, and after being beaten with a few canes, he suddenly let out a whimpering cry.

Palm glanced at the executioner, and the two people with the staff looked at each other, but they didn't expect this person to be so beaten.

If it is lighter, it will be beaten tofu.

The palm of the hand coughed and signaled to continue fighting, so the wooden staff fell on Qi Chang's buttocks and legs again, Qi Chang's body trembled, and the sobbing sound did not decrease, and in the end, a violent cry suddenly broke out.

The crying was not because of pain, nor because of remorse, but as the rod fell, the skin opened and the flesh opened, as if the layers of camouflage on the body were peeled off.

The gentleness, humility, honesty, and diligence borrowed from Wu Jin, and the little afterglow stained from his brilliance have all been wiped out by today's everything.

At this moment, he Qi Chang completely turned back into a dusty worm, revealing his true colors of selfishness, unrestraint, and cowardice.

After a cry, he quickly accepted himself calmly, as he had been as shameless as he had been a beggar for countless days and nights.

There are gentlemen, there are villains, God created things like this, what is wrong with him?