Signed to Zhu Cihong, Prince of the Late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 329 Chapter 329, Fang Gong served the torture, Zhu Yousong dreamed again and again

At this moment, Wang Dayu felt completely paralyzed all over his body.

He turned his head a little stiffly, and put on a smile: "Where are you from? Your Excellency, Wang Dayu, has a lot of property in his family and some contacts in the court. I still have 20 taels of silver notes on me. Why don't you make friends? Your Excellency How about taking the silver and letting me leave?"

The owner of the hand on Wang Dayu's shoulder smiled and said, "20 taels? I'm afraid it's not enough."

Wang Dayu seemed to have sensed the hope, and hurriedly said: "It's okay, it's not far away. Jinan Mansion is not far away. If you agree, I can also write a handwritten letter. You only need to send someone to Jinan Mansion to find Wang's Bank, and you can exchange it for another 30 yuan. How about ten thousand taels of silver?"

The owner of the hand was silent for a few seconds, and chuckled lightly: "It seems that you guys are really rich."

Wang Dayu was about to continue to say something, when suddenly there was a sharp pain in the back of his head, and he passed out instantly.

After an unknown period of time, a basin of cold water was poured on Wang Dayu's face, making him wake up slowly.

He felt great pain in his limbs, struggled subconsciously, and found that he had been completely tied up at some point.

Wang Dayu was shocked, looked left and right, and found that he was in a secret room, in front of him was a table with an oil lamp on it, and a person was sitting behind it.

This person is Fang Gongqian.

Fang Gong looked at Wang Dayu in front of him with a dry smile, and said, "Now, we can have a good chat."

At this moment, Wang Dayu knew that things were going very badly. He immediately said, "Friend, 80 taels! As long as you spare me this time, I can give you 80 taels!"

Fang Gong clicked his tongue twice, then suddenly walked in front of Wang Dayu, and slapped him across the face.

Wang Dayu was dizzy from Fang Gongqian's slap, his face was swollen like a pig's head.

Fang Gongqian said coldly: "Our family is Fang Gongqian, the admiral and eunuch of the East Factory, don't do the same thing with our family!"

"Admiral of the East Factory?" Wang Dayu, who had been slapped to death, was immediately dumbfounded when he heard Fang Gongqian's words.

As a businessman secretly coordinating the Manchu Qing Dynasty, Wang Dayu understood the meaning of Dongchang too well.

Over the years, many members of Wang Dayu's family and others were taken away by Dongchang and never came back.

Wang Dayu's body trembled, the fear in his heart reached the extreme in an instant, his teeth chattered, and he was completely speechless.

Fang Gongqian pinched Wang Dayu's chin, and showed a smile that made the other person's hair stand on end: "Speak up, tell me everything you know, and our family can give you a way to survive."

Wang Dayu shook his head desperately, and said with difficulty: "Grandpa, please forgive me, Xiaomin really...knows nothing."

Fang Gong chuckled, turned around and returned to the table.

"It seems that you are toasting and not eating fine wine. Come here, and you will be punished!"

Dongchang is undoubtedly the department that is best at torture in the entire Ming Dynasty. Even though it is not located in the torture room of Dongchang at this moment, Fang Gongqian is still confident enough to make Wang Dayu speak in a short time.

Just a fat-headed businessman...

Naturally, Fang Gongqian would not have any psychological burden on this kind of Ming traitor, and would even feel a little happy and... looking forward to it.

As soon as Fang Gonggan finished speaking, several veteran torturers from Dongchang walked in.

Soon, screams began to sound.

……

Fu Wang Zhu Yousong looked at the bank note in front of him with a very happy expression on his face.

"Money, hehe...money!"

The fat on Zhu Yousong's face was trembling, and nothing could describe his mood at the moment.

If it was a few years ago, Zhu Yousong, who was the son of King Fu, was rich enough to rival a country, even though it was 200 million taels, he would not have taken it so seriously.

But after Li Zicheng broke through Luoyang, Zhu Yousong had nothing and fled to Nanjing in a panic, losing everything.

To Zhu Yousong, this feeling of being lost and regained was extremely pleasant, and even made him a little intoxicated.

There was a knock on the door, and Zhu Yousong's voice came from outside: "My lord, it's time for us to go."

Zhu Yousong's expression changed slightly, and he shouted, "Wait a minute!"

With that said, Zhu Yousong hurriedly opened a small box in front of him, and put the stack of thick banknotes into the box.

Originally, Zhu Yousong wanted to stuff the small box into his sleeves, but the wide sleeves couldn't bear the weight.

Zhu Yousong pondered for a while, then gritted his teeth, and simply opened the door with the small box in his hand and went out.

The chief guard was taken aback when he saw this, and subconsciously reached out to take the box in Zhu Yousong's hand.

Zhu Yousong quickly retracted his hand and shouted, "What do you want?"

The captain of the guard was stunned.

Zhu Yousong obviously sensed that the atmosphere was not right, coughed and said: "This thing is of great importance, I'd better hold it by myself."

The chief guard seemed to understand something, nodded and stopped talking, but turned around and began to arrange the itinerary.

Zhu Yousong got into the carriage, and soon the carriage started to drive slowly.

The King of Fu felt a surge of emotion and thought to himself:

"When the king arrives in Nanjing, he can use the money to do some secret activities. I heard that the officials of the Sixth Ministry were raided by Zhu Cihong last time so that they couldn't wear their pants. This time, the king only needs to get a few key points. People, are you afraid that you won’t be able to control Nanjing?”

"By the way, the gentry in the south of the Yangtze River have also been plundered by Zhu Cihong. There must be people's grievances against Zhu Cihong and the imperial court of the capital. This king can also use their power to control Jiangnan."

"As long as Nanjing and Jiangnan fall into the hands of this king, wouldn't half of Daming's land be my king's?"

"At that time, the king only needs to contact the Jiannu and the Mongols for a north-south attack... Hehehe."

"This Great Ming will eventually fall into the hands of this king!"

Thinking of this, Zhu Yousong subconsciously tightened the small box in his hand, showing a happy smile.

At this moment, the carriage stopped suddenly.

The captain of the guard could be heard shouting sternly from outside: "Who dares to block the prince's way?"

A voice that sounded neither yin nor yang sounded: "Dongchang handles the case, please come out and see King Fu!"

　I've run into some trouble recently. . .In short, it is temporarily resolved, thank you for your concern. (Readers who want to spray can also spray, um)

　　
　
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