Human dimension reduction

Humans are probably the only ones who can come up with all sorts of ways to torture their fellow humans, and can come up with fancy names for these horrific things. Take an unrealistic look, you I will never know how much blood and tears are behind those romantic and rich names.

When the copper cooker was first made, its color was as bright as gold. At that time, hot water was not poured into the pipe, but a more brutal method was adopted, directly stacking firewood in the pipe and burning it. People walked on it and scalded it. It's hard to bear, the feet are scorched, and as soon as the blood flows out, it evaporates, leaving only dark red patterns, like red flowers blooming, and because the prisoner is in unbearable pain, the posture of jumping and trampling is like a wild dance. The aliases of "Bushenghua" and "Takingjinwu" are really elegant to the extreme.

The last emperor of the former dynasty was cruel, and he liked to watch punishment for pleasure. He also specially selected young dancing girls with slim figures to dance on the copper cooking road, making them fly in the sky. To spoil the mood, every dancer who was driven to the copper kitchen was drugged and hoarse.

The number of girls who died under this copper cooking path was unknown, and at one point it made Jiangnan dancers turn pale when they heard the copper.

However, the benevolent owner later ordered the abolition of a large number of inhumane punishments, and this "Golden Dance" disappeared from the list of the Punishment Department.

But I don't know when... There will always be a few people who will look for these things in the pile of old papers, and then bring them back to the broad daylight.

The only consoling thing is that it is no longer filled with hot firewood coke, but hot water-this sounds like it doesn't seem to be much better.

The person who knocked on the drum to report to the imperial court must walk alone through this copper cooking road, and others are not allowed to help him, so even though the front guard of the palace was inexplicably worried about him, he could only stand there and watch.

How can a person who has been beaten with fifty sticks stagger even when he stands up, walk this road safely?But what Dianqianwei said is also true. It is the best choice to walk over as soon as possible before the hot water scalds the cold copper cooking surface. The waiter will pour hot water into it continuously, and there is no such thing as letting the water cool down slowly.

The end of the wooden stick used for rod punishment is flat, about the width of a human finger. Although it hurts, it is not enough to kill a person, but at this moment, the pain is already a serious trouble.

After being beaten fifty times, his back was so stiff and so painful that he almost lost consciousness. In fact, it is a good thing that he is not conscious. The most annoying thing is that they are still clamoring to show their presence, but soon, Xie Zhuo can't tell the difference. Find out where the pain is.

It was as if the bones were melting and the flesh was being torn. One hand slowly pinched each meridian, pulled it out brutally, and pressed the tender and sensitive meridians firmly on the hot burning coals.

In just a split second, beads of sweat appeared on Xie Zhuo's forehead.

The copper cooking path was ten feet long, and the person who stepped on it, with his green clothes fluttering, walked forward slowly in the dewy cold of the morning. If one didn't look at the torture equipment under his feet, he seemed to be just a nobleman relaxing.

When he finally finished walking this road to hell and fell down with one foot in the air, the servants and palace guards next to him couldn't help reaching out to help him. Tong Cooking Road has been there since the beginning, staring at Xie Zhuo's face from the beginning to the end, the expression on his face changed and changed, he wanted to move his feet several times, hesitated and finally stopped, standing there as if A clay and wood sculpture, until Xie Zhuo finished walking the copper cooking path, he turned and left quietly.

The emperor in the hall kept his eyes half-closed. The attendant came in by the door, stood beside him, bent down and whispered a few words in his ear. The emperor who had been lazy all this time suddenly sat up straight, his eyes wide open. Staring at the waiter like a hawk: "It's really him?"

The big attendant replied inaudibly: "I looked at the portrait, but he seemed to be blind, and he was thin and out of shape. This... I am a little afraid to recognize him..."

The emperor rolled his eyes quickly: "Who cares if he is, you go down, don't let him in, keep your hands and feet clean."

The waiter showed a troubled look: "Your Majesty... Well, he probably has already finished the copper cooking path at this moment..."

The emperor's hands on his knees tightened, and his eyes full of suspicion fell on the waiter. After looking at him for a while, he still didn't think about it: "Then... let him live for another quarter of an hour."

The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty watched silently as a man in Tsing Yi walked into the main hall on the left and right of the front guards, wishing they could stretch their necks to see who this daring commoner really was. No one noticed that after this person was dragged in, Zhao Mingling Wang Yuanzhi showed an expression of almost losing his composure.

"Who is your highness, what grievances do you have to appeal to your majesty?"

The waiter stood next to Bi Dan to ask questions, his specially trained voice could be heard clearly by everyone in the big hall.

With a plop, the two palace guards threw the man among the courtiers with no expression on their faces, and lifted him by the shoulders to make him kneel. The Phoenix Terrace Golden Palace is already such an amazing thing, when meeting nobles, one would naturally kneel down and salute.

Xie Shoufu still closed his eyes halfway, as if he was extremely sleepy, his head was slightly lowered, and he sat there motionless.

The man drenched in sweat knelt there, leaning on the ground with one hand to stabilize his swaying body, and showing a faint smile in his heart, he adjusted his posture to make himself kneel more comfortable, and then raised his face.

The plain linen cloth wrapped his eyes, his muscles and bones were thin, and his lips were blue and white. This is a person who has been tortured by distress for a long time. He caught a lot of them on the street outside, but those who were close to him glanced at him casually, turned around and turned around. Looking back, he was inexplicably taken aback, and then looked back at him.

This time they watched for a long time and carefully, and their indifferent expressions gradually turned into a mixture of stunned bewilderment and unbelievable dullness.

"The guilty minister, thank you Zhuo, see Your Majesty."

The sun's rays came from behind him, casting a long shadow on the ground.

The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty were suddenly aphasia.

Xie Zhuo? !How could it be him?How did he come back?What is he doing back here?He...how is he still alive? !

There were so many questions that popped up in an instant, so many that most people didn't know how to react, and the daze of recognizing people on their faces hadn't subsided in the future, and it became a funny and distorted freeze-frame picture.

In the silence, the emperor was as calm as before, and he continued his words smoothly: "Since you are a criminal, how dare you appear in front of me? When you were exiled in Mobei, I remember your will. Those who speak the words, escape from the place of exile without authorization, and shall be executed according to the law."

The emperor's tone was peaceful, but everyone could hear the cold rage in his words.

"Someone-"

The emperor raised his voice, and was about to deal with this troublesome guy once and for all, when Xie Zhuo, who was below, overwhelmed him with a higher-pitched voice: "The guilty minister, Xie Zhuo, risked his life and fled from Mobei to return to the capital. To report to His Majesty that General Zhao Wuque of Dingzhou secretly made military money, abused his power, and plotted wrongdoings, Your Majesty, please be careful!"

The emperor's voice suddenly stuck in his throat.

The sharp knife was stopped in mid-air by something more alluring.

Dingzhou General Zhao Wuque.

This is really a bait that he can't give up.

The emperor looked at Xie Zhuo darkly for a moment, then suddenly laughed, and said in a warm voice, "Why did Mr. Xie Lang just kneel like this? Where is the servant?"

The big servant who had figured out the emperor's intentions quickly went to help Xie Zhuo up, and several small servants put cushions under his knees, moved a low table for him to lean on, and retreated as quickly as when they came.

Even though he didn't need to kneel on the cold and hard ground, the pain on his body and feet didn't weaken a bit. On the contrary, they were gnawing at his nerves more and more with the passage of time.

The emperor looked at him with encouraging eyes: "What did Yinyu want to say?"

Xie Zhuo saw the longing and greed in his eyes, endured the severe pain in his brain that was about to burst a blood vessel, and tried his best to write clearly: "The guilty minister is in Dingzhou, Mobei. I was elected to assist in logistics, and accidentally discovered that there was a discrepancy between the amount of the army's account and the amount allocated by the court..."

The whole hall was dead silent, even Xie Shoufu opened his eyes, and slowly looked at his grandson whom he hadn't seen for several years. After seeing the blindfolded Su cloth on his face, the old man's always calm expression changed slightly.

This matter sounds really unbelievable. Xie Zhuo came back only to sue the general of Dingzhou for his disobedience... No, in fact, this matter is indeed very important, but I don’t know why, so I put it away with Xie Zhuo. Together, it feels that nothing is right, it seems that what makes this person come back after a long journey, shouldn't be this one, one...

They can't tell what it's like in their hearts. After much deliberation, they can only boil it down to the fact that after all, they are the children of a powerful family. After suffering enough from the outside world, it is normal to want to turn around and enjoy the glory and wealth by relying on this matter, but thinking about it this way, They also felt a little strangely lost.

Xie Zhuo's logic was very clear, the emperor's eyes sparkled when he heard it, and a strange scorching heat emanated from his eyes. Resisting the smile on the corner of his mouth, as if remembering that Xie Zhuo had just been tortured, he urged repeatedly: "Go to the imperial hospital to announce the decree, and come to give Aiqing a diagnosis and treatment with the order of the imperial physician. Why do you need to report on such a big matter? It's enough to be a person with a natural talent, but Yinyu is still so upright, only such a person can be worthy of my Danqing order."

It's just a light sentence, and the criminal minister who was exiled in Mobei and met the unpardonable, jumped back to the high position of Danqingling, like a joke.

It's just that no one can laugh at the joke.

Wang Yuanzhi's expression has changed.

He didn't believe that Xie Yinyu came back just to sue Zhao Wuque for privately casting military money, rather, this matter was just a bargaining chip for him in exchange for Dan Qingling, a bargaining chip that...was too heavy.

What is it that can be exchanged for the life of General Dingzhou?

"Immediately draw up an order to send Dingzhou Army Zhao Wuque to enter the capital, remove his armor on the spot, temporarily seal the military seal, not lead the guards, no delay, and leave immediately."

Xie Zhuo listened to the emperor's announcement indifferently, then cupped his hands again, took out a thick and tightly pressed roll of paper from his sleeve, held the unbound book, raised his head high, and bowed his head again: "Your Majesty, The newly revised historical records of the "Six Years Campaign" mentioned by this minister have been ordered to be published by various bookstores throughout the country, and I now submit it to Your Majesty for review."

The smile on the emperor's face froze before it faded, and it froze into a slightly dumbfounded expression: "Huh?"

Xie Zhuo said his words again without haste, without even the slightest change in his speech speed and demeanor.

Not only him, but even the civil and military officials were confused by this sudden turning point.

Didn't you still talk about Zhao Wuque just now, how come it turned into a history of the Six Years War...

Wait, the history books of the Six Years' War? !Xie Zhuo finished? !When did he write it?What did he write!

Quite a few nobles showed strange expressions, their eyes hung like iron hooks on the roll of thick paper in Xie Zhuo's hand.

The emperor's face twitched, and he suddenly realized that something was wrong, maybe it would be the best choice to drag Xie Zhuo out and chop him up the first time he came in.