Duan Zhishaohua

The so-called meeting of enemies, especially the two of them are still imprisoned because of him.

It's just that walnuts were stuffed in the mouths of those two people, their tongues were blocked, and their mouths were blocked, even if they wanted to, they couldn't say a word.

It was Master Shangshu who personally ordered these two people to be stuffed with hemp walnuts, firstly to prevent the assassins who had finally caught them from chewing their tongues and commit suicide, and secondly to prevent them from uttering obscenities in front of the prince and implicating him.

There is nothing wrong with Master Shangshu doing this, but when Pei Jing saw the ruthlessness of the two who wanted to stare out their eyes, his mind changed and he ordered to go to the shackle.

The moment the walnuts were removed, one of them immediately laughed loudly, "See, our face is really great, even Prince Jing came to see us."

The other person also laughed, glanced at the handsome young man behind Pei Jing, and then said loudly: "No, he also brought a good friend, maybe it's to reward our brothers."

The two of them kept laughing, one up and the other down, Duan Shaohua didn't stand or leave, his expression darkened because of these explicit words.

Pei Jing turned around and glanced at him, Duan Shaohua was right in the blink of an eye, but the annoyed expression just now was completely suppressed.

But the jailer standing next to the assassin heard this sentence, without saying a word, he raised his whip in his hand and whipped it up.The whip was soaked in salt water, and when it was whipped, the skin would be ripped apart.Coupled with the accumulated wounds all over the body for many days, the old and new interacted, and the two of them gritted their teeth and cracked their eyes in pain.

The two spat and cursed, one on the left and the other on the right, spit out all kinds of swear words.

Master Shangshu was also beaten by the jailer, hoping that the more ruthless the better.

As the sound of whips broke through the air, Lord Shang Shu ordered two chairs to be brought over in a panic, and moved the nearby brazier to the side.After confirming that the place he chose was indeed the most comfortable place in this simple cell, he finally sat down facing Pei Jing with peace of mind.

Duan Shaohua also sat down, curious in his heart.I don't know who is so bold to assassinate Prince Jing.

How can it be that Duan Shaohua has such thoughts in the field, and the most eager person among them is Mr. Shangshu.

After a closer look, it has only been half a year since Mr. Shangshu took office, and what he was looking for was the method of buying an official with money that can make ghosts turn the clock, but inside he really lacks both talent and virtue.

He didn't expect that he would face the big case of assassinating the prince within half a year after taking office. Although it was an idiot, since the matter was handed over to their criminal department, he had to find out the truth, so that he could gain prestige among his peers.I tried my best to do it, I had to deal with it for many days, tortured me, threatened and lured me, I really tried everything.But I don't think that the mouths of those two people are really tighter than Xuan Tie, and they haven't handed over a word until now.

Unspeakably anxious, waiting for Prince Jing to come again, I really wish I could tear these two thieves apart.

Master Shang Shu thought back, couldn't help but his legs began to tremble, and he glanced secretly.

The side away from the brazier is dark, and there is no expression on it.

The whip was still rattling, and the sound of flesh cracking could be heard in my ears.

After countless lashes, Pei Jing lazily opened his mouth and told the jailer to stop.

Everything returns to when it came, only there is more drama.

Only then did Duan Shaohua have time to observe those two people.

These two assassins were both tall and tall men, with thick brows and horizontal faces, wide foreheads and deep eyes, and they both had the look of a villain.

After the whipping just now, half of his body is already covered in blood, and looking at the criss-cross marks on his chest, it is enough to imagine the torture he has suffered these days.

Duan Shaohua watched and guessed, but he didn't guess their identities in the end.

But it must not be easy to dare to assassinate the prince.

Just looking at Pei Jing, he acted as if he didn't see him, and only held the teacup in one hand and drank slowly.

After a long time, he slowly said: "You have resisted these severe punishments and still don't let go. I don't think you are ordinary people in the market. Why do you want to assassinate me? A hero doesn't suffer from immediate losses. I advise you to hurry up." Some tricks, so as not to suffer more flesh and blood."

The two of them had heard this kind of words countless times, and immediately laughed loudly, spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and said, "Your shit prince, if you want to kill, kill, how can there be so much nonsense."

He roared with arrogance, which was actually a bit of a quack style.

Pei Jing was not annoyed after hearing this, but calmly put down the teacup, poured the two people covered in blood, and said calmly: "It seems that you are not willing to recruit."

Hearing this meant that the sentence was about to be executed, and the two of them also smiled bitterly.

Pei Jing naturally knew what kind of torture they had been subjected to these days. Looking around, the instruments of torture were covered with blood.If he takes out an iron whip and burns these things again, it will make people laugh at pettiness.

After thinking about it, he just rolled up his sleeves and stood, "Since that's the case, then I can't blame this king."

After speaking, he broke into a smile, Duan Shaohua bumped into him, and was startled.

Pei Jing moved his feet lightly, and he was right in front of the man who just crowned him "Lord Shit", and asked, "What should I call you?"

The man glanced at him and said presumptuously, "I will call your grandfather Zhao Qiansun Li."

Master Shang Shu's face sank immediately after hearing this, and he wanted to go up and do it himself regardless of his status.

Pei Jing glanced at him, and Shang Shu retreated wearily again.

"Well, I will call you Zhao Qian." Pei Jing randomly drafted his name, "I hope you will always maintain this pride."

Zhao Qian frowned in disgust, not understanding what this bullshit prince meant.

Throwing away these words, Pei Jing sat back on the chair to drink tea again, and said slowly: "As the saying goes, there must be a beginning and an end in doing things, but seeing that you are restrained now, it's better to start with your hands, isn't there a saying called Ten Fingers? Heart."

Others couldn't understand what his words meant, and then they only heard Pei Jing whisper a few words to the jailer. The jailer's expression changed first, but he didn't dare to disobey Prince Jing's intention.

Two guards on the left and one on the right stepped forward, and removed Zhao Qian's handcuffs and anklets amidst many puzzles, and then found out several braided hemp ropes.

The hemp rope is about the thickness of the little finger, with a rough surface, densely gathered under the firelight.

Duan Shaohua's hands on his knees couldn't help shaking, obviously some bad memories were brought back.

The jailers wrapped Zhao Qian's ten fingers left and right, and tied each of them tightly.

So, after the iron punishment was lifted, Zhao Qian was hung up with those ten fingers.

After seeing the results, Pei Jing was very satisfied, and said with a smile: "Zhao Yingxiong has a good posture, with his fingers supporting the sky and his feet on the ground."

Zhao Qian's ten fingers were tightened from the stranglehold, and they had to support the weight of his whole body. After a while, they turned red and gradually turned purple.

However, this bit of suffering is really nothing to Zhao Qian, who has been tortured for several days. Instead, he looked up to the sky and smiled, "Don't think that I will succumb to this!"

"This king thinks the same way." Pei Jing obeyed his words, his black eyes sized Zhao Qian up again, pretending to sigh and said: "This king was negligent, and forgot to have a beginning and an end when doing things."

As he spoke, he recruited the jailer again, and deliberately reprimanded him: "I took care of Zhao Yingxiong's hand, why did I forget my foot?"

The jailer was a little puzzled, and Pei Jing laughed and scolded: "There are no stupid things in the prison, so let's do it now."

A few more low-pitched words, even Duan Shaohua who was sitting next to him could hear a blur.

I didn't want to hear it, and I really didn't hear it clearly.

The jailer got the word and went out, leaving him alone in the cell.

The crackling and cracking of the carbon fire rang out from time to time, which clearly reflected Zhao Qian's changes.

After about half a cup of tea, the jailer finally came back, and they all saw him still holding a pair of boots in his hand.

Very ordinary black boots can be seen everywhere on the street.Some people have begun to suspect that the prince is so kind to put on the boots for the prisoner.

The jailer came back to life and put the boots beside Zhao Qian.When it landed, there was a muffled sound of iron.

It turned out that the soles of the boots were actually made of sheet iron.

Pei Jingyi was sitting lazily, "What are you doing here? You haven't put on for Zhao Yingxiong yet."

The jailers on both sides stepped forward again, but before they could get away, they were pushed away by Zhao Qianyi, only to hear him shouting loudly, "What kind of shit are you playing, what are you trying to do, if you have the guts, go Kill Lao Tzu."

The roar was hoarse, and there was a bit of tension mixed with the previous full of heroism.