Seeing that Meng Bohan had no intention of stopping, the little official beckoned to the other people to step forward and put the prisoner on his knees, unable to move.

The prisoner's eyes widened with rage, and his mouth kept cursing, and the little official slapped him up a few times, clamped his chin and forced him to open his mouth wide on his back, and took the scoop of boiling hot iron.

The sound of flesh being scalded and the heart-rending howl of the prisoner like a pig was heard in the torture chamber. But he couldn't howl a few times, because his throat was quickly burned.

Meng Bohan also worked as the head of the Qing Officials Division in the past, of course, the work of torture was not less, and he had seen more bloody scenes than this, and he would be disgusting when he thought about it in the first two years, but now he can watch the whole process without changing his face. The remaining two prisoners were different, although they had been tortured a lot in the past six months, at most they could be whipped with iron nails and whipped in salt water, and a few pieces of meat scalded with iron tongs, and the pain was unbearable, but they could not die. It's the first time I've poured molten iron into my mouth......

After a few spoonfuls, the man who was still screaming just now twitched weakly a few times on his limbs and stopped moving.

"Lock the three of them back."

The little official was at a loss: "My lord, this one is dead." ”

Song Yan smiled: "Shut it back." In the future, there is no need to send them food and water, and they will not be able to judge anything useful anyway, and they will waste rice and grain. ”

The little official complied, and dragged the two people with earthy faces and the miserable corpse back to death row.

Meng Bohan had already guessed Song Yan's intentions. There is no water or food on death row, only a corpse, and what will happen next can be imagined.

Song Yan is not afraid of their death, nor is he afraid of finding out the truth that others dare not investigate, he is really here to do something. This is no better for the criminal department, if something happens, it can all be pushed on his head; If you have made meritorious service, you will be counted a little bit by the Criminal Department.

After leaving the prison of the Criminal Department, Song Yan returned to the duty room alone, and Feng Ce immediately brought him a black lacquer spittoon.

Song Yan sat on the chair, spitting out a puddle of sour water like shaking his lungs, and barely calmed down by covering his lips, and the tails of his eyes were wet red.

Feng Ce rinsed his mouth with a bowl of honey water, hesitated a few times, and then said: "Master, why don't we forget it, the filthy place of the Criminal Department, where can you stay, and if your subordinates don't believe it, there is no other place to help Elder Zhang Ge." ”

"At present, the case of Huguang is the most important, even if it is not for the teacher, for the people of Huguang and the Zhou Jingye family who died in vain, it should be investigated and handled clearly."

"Then you should think about it for yourself, too."

"Am I doing it for myself, don't you know?"

Feng Ce wanted to speak and stopped. He glanced at the light leaking from the crack in the door, the light and shadow were flickering and flickering, and occasionally a few people passed by. The master must get rid of all the control and surveillance of the Hou Mansion, otherwise he will not be able to save Mrs. Hou. If he can't save Mrs. Hou, his hard work over the years has been in vain.

After lunch, Liu Zheng rested for a while on the balcony of the flower room on the second floor, and waited for the sun to be less intense before going to Mingzhao to visit Duan Jingjiang. Duan Jingjiang asked his son, Master Xiao Duan, to go back with her first to see if he could fight. You can't dig a well anywhere, and if there is no water underneath, no matter how deep you dig it, it's a waste of effort.

Liu Zheng led Master Xiaoduan home, attracting the attention of the neighbors. Master Xiao Duan's face was flushed, and he didn't dare to look at Liu Zheng all the way, until he entered the door, Wang Chucui accosted him with a kind face, and he relieved his nervousness and went to the courtyard to see the place.

Liu Zheng opened all the doors, and when pedestrians looked in as they passed, they could see the end of the courtyard. Sister-in-law Chen and a few neighbors sat in front of the house to choose vegetables and break beans and chatter, chatting and looking inside. Not everyone can afford to build a well!

Liu Zheng ignored it and went straight into the tofu room to wash and soak beans.

Master Xiao Duan looked at the yard and said that he could fight, but it was best to hit on the right hand side, where the weeds grew much longer and the water under the bottom was abundant, so it was enough to dig three zhang deep. Liu Zheng took out ten taels of silver as a fixed payment, and agreed with him to come to play tomorrow morning when it was cool. Before leaving, Liu Zheng picked out a few pieces of fresh tofu for him to put in a basket to bring, and Master Xiaoduan blushed and excused himself, but he couldn't screw Wang Chucui, so he could only carefully pick up the basket and go back under everyone's hot eyes.

At the time of Shenpai, Song Yan returned to the Hou Mansion and was welcomed all the way into Bixia Pavilion. The lanterns of the palace on the corridor are shining, and the maidservants guarding the side of the corridor are like dead wood carvings, neatly standing in two rows. In front of Bixia Pavilion, there was a servant girl who was sobbing forcibly, it seemed to be the third lady Shen's side, her face was swollen high on both sides, and there was a blood stain under her knees, and she was kneeling on a pile of broken porcelain. Song Yan looked away, and there was another spasm in his already empty stomach.

Feng Ce glanced at the housekeeper Liu Sheng, wanting him to find a piece of cloth to cover her, but Liu Sheng kicked the maidservant to the ground and scolded her for kneeling and dirty the eyes of the prince. The maidservant screamed and was dragged down.

Song Yan took Feng Ce's arm and walked into the house, and before he could salute, Old Lady Qin stepped down first and held his hands, and said distressedly: "Look at your cold hands and white face, how could you have been like this when you were in the Governor's Mansion!" Are those sour and rotten literati who think you have little qualifications and bully you? ”

Song Yan smiled: "No." ”

Old Madam Qin straightened her face and reprimanded: "Things that don't have rules, let her clean up the ground by herself!" There's no need to wait for tomorrow morning, I'll call someone to weigh it and sell it after a while. ”

Shen looked out of the door in distraction, opened his mouth, and realized that the palm of his hand that was pinched by the third master Song Qing was painful, and swallowed back all the words that came to his throat, but tears appeared in his eyes. That's her dowry.

Fang ordered someone to bring the tea brewed with coarse salt to Song Yan, and Song Yan took it and rinsed his mouth before continuing to talk to Mrs. Qin.

Old Mrs. Qin tried every possible way to persuade him to hand in his resignation or ask him to be transferred elsewhere, but Song Yan only shook his head and said nothing. After finishing the dinner, it was already two o'clock, Song Yan came out of Bixia Pavilion and met Aunt Hua and her brother Song Qu. Mrs. Hou went crazy and has been locked up in Zhuangzi on the outskirts of Beijing, and there has been no director in the big house for many years, so Song Jin is in charge of handing over all the affairs of the big house to Aunt Hua.

"How's your day doing? Is it still going well? Aunt Hua looked at him worriedly, and smiled flatteringly, "I heard your father say that the prison of the Criminal Department is scary, and my brother has been worried about you all day." Brother Sure, didn't you say that you can't always practice that or what kind of sword style? Come, brother, teach you. ”

Song Qu is fourteen this year, three years younger than Song Yan, and has a pair of peach blossom eyes that are eight points similar to Aunt Hua, so Mrs. Qin is very disliked by him. Song Jin loved him and taught the two children together, but Song did not have any talent for martial arts, Song Yan participated in martial arts at his age, and he could cut his arm while practicing the sword.

Song was awkwardly pushed to the front by Aunt Hua, and when he saw that his brother had seen it, he immediately saluted respectfully, and then stood still and didn't speak.

Song Yan said flatly: "Father will teach better, go find him." ”

Aunt Hua saw him leave, grabbed Song Qu, and scolded him in a low voice for being dumb. When the other people passing by saw it, they smiled disdainfully and went back to their courtyards.

Everyone knows the unrealistic thoughts in Aunt Hua's heart. The big house is not the housewife, she is the most favored, and when she dies to the one in the village, she may not be able to be corrected. Song doesn't have to think about the title of Guogong Mansion, since Song Yan was born, he is destined to be his. But Song Yan has not been loved by her mother since she was a child, she works hard to treat him well, and she can always warm his heart, isn't that the same as her mother? It's all a family.

More than ten years ago, when Aunt Hua just gave birth to Song Qu and gained a firm foothold in the big house, she relied on this idea to please Song Yan. Making clothes and food for him is more attentive than taking care of Song Qu, but it has aroused the dissatisfaction of Mrs. Qin, who is afraid that she will hide needles in her clothes and poison her food. Aunt Hua was redeemed by Hou Ye from the fireworks field, if it weren't for the fact that Old Lady Qin had always owed Hou Ye, it would never have been possible to agree to her to enter the door. After entering the door, she dared to approach her sweetheart and grandson, and the old lady Qin couldn't wait to beat her out with a cane. It wasn't until the two children grew up that Song Yan had little contact with a few cousins in the house, and he didn't have any friends of the same generation, and he was always alone, that Mrs. Qin was distressed, so she turned a blind eye to Aunt Hua's behavior of always approaching Song Yan with Song Cheng.

Forgive her for not having the courage and brain to do bad things.

Finally able to return to Juzhuyuan, Song Yan leaned on the couch, rubbed his eyebrows, and relaxed his shoulders and neck, which had been tense all day.

"Let Liu Xian buy the people and send them to the Zhuangzi under the Lotus Mountain."

"I've already ordered it to go down, so don't worry about it. You're tired all day......" Feng Ce held the candied fruit and washed seasonal fresh fruit in front of him, and wanted to say that he was distressed when he saw it...... Thinking about it again, except for their sporadic few self-conscious people who will feel distressed, how can anyone in this world really feel sorry for their master. There is some family affection in the Hou Mansion, but this bit of family affection can crush him to death. And the person who should have loved him the most was the one who hated him the most. When the master heard this, he was inevitably saddened.

Song Yan casually took a piece of preserved fruit and put it in his mouth, and waited for the mouth to gradually grow between his teeth, before everyone stepped back and walked into the water room alone to bathe. After bathing, he sat down in front of the desk and read a book for a while, and did not enter the tent until late at night to rest.

Tossing and turning.

Song Yan opened his eyes, looked at the top of the tent in the dark, and spit out a few times, but his heart was still depressed. He simply got up and took the Taihe sword to the backyard to practice swords. The evening breeze was slightly cool, the sword intent was fierce, and the moonlight on the tip of the blade fell like snow.

Song Yan stared at the sassy bamboo forest in the square courtyard, and suddenly remembered the pomegranate flowers that bloomed on the flower farmer's flat shoulder. His heart was pounding, unsure if it was due to sword practice. He was fascinated by the alley.

He quickly remembered the girl who only used a hairpin to pull her hair, but would hairpin a pomegranate flower in her hair. How can there be a girl who smiles so naturally, and never seems to think about whether she should laugh or not, or whether she can show her teeth. She just walked out of the alley slowly, so many people focused on her that they couldn't take their eyes off her.

He couldn't move either.

Song Yan covered his chest with a strong heartbeat, wondering if he was sick, why his face was hot, his neck was hot, and even his ears were hot. He will never be so frivolous that he can't help himself because he looks at others from a distance.