White Hedge Dream

Chapter 150 Thoughts

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is approaching. In addition to the lanterns filling the streets of Beijing, the city of Xuzhou is also bright.

Even sitting in the dark day and night prison of the Xuzhou government office, Zhang Ze had a small lantern on his desk.

The desk was covered with stacks of interrogation books, but Zhang Ze did not read them. Instead, he leaned on the back of his chair and stared at the lanterns lazily. He didn't know whether it was because he was bored or because he saw something interesting. He sat up straight and started writing with his pen. The tail pokes the lantern, and the lantern rotates, and the old man sketched on it begins to lead the cow around, and the light shines vividly on it.

Zhang Ze couldn't help but laugh.

Perhaps it was because Zhang Ze's face was so scary these days that he suddenly smiled. The prison chief of the government office next to him couldn't help but joke: "This was sent by the fourth son of the prefect. It was made by a famous craftsman in Xuzhou. He made it Lanterns are extremely popular, and the Fourth Young Master said he wanted to hold a lantern party just for Zhong Cheng. "

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Ze poked hard with the pen in his hand. The lamp paper was punctured, stained with kerosene, and ignited instantly. When he poked it again, the lantern fell to the ground, blazing with flames.

"It still looks so good." He looked at the burning lantern and said humbly.

The prison boss's face froze nearby. Although he had been dealing with these people from the Board of Supervisors for almost a month, he was still as trembling as when he first met them.

Zhang Ze is really moody, elusive and scary.

"Yes, yes." He stammered and continued to joke, "It's a festival, it's booming."

Zhang Ze smiled, put down his pen and stood up.

The prison head trembled and subconsciously stepped back.

Zhang Ze didn't care about the fear of the prison chief and called his attendants aside.

"I've been up all night, and it's almost dawn." He said, "Let's see if we have gained anything."

The attendant responded and led Zhang Ze deeper into the cell.

The prison chief no longer followed him to serve him. Although it was said to be the prison of the government, since the Board of Supervisors came years ago, this place belonged to them and no prison guards could enter.

As the cell door opened, wailings and cries floated out, mixed with the smell of blood, like a netherworld. After staying in the cell for half a lifetime, the prison chief who often dealt with torture could not help but shudder. He couldn't help but retreat out. Anyway, he was just a decoration here.

It was dark outside the prison, and under the light of torches, the guards on duty were gathering together and talking in low voices to relieve their sleepiness. When they saw the cell leader coming out, they asked in a low voice, "Are you in again? Are you going to keep quiet this night?"

The prison boss curled his lips and shook his head, indicating not to say more, and said in a stunned tone: "In the past, I only heard about how terrible the Board of Supervisors' actions were, but this time I saw it with my own eyes. It is really terrible beyond words. To be honest, I don't dare to walk into the cell now, my legs are weak. ”

Several officers nodded, "Yesterday, four corpses were carried out in one day." "Look, I don't know how many there were this morning."

Someone else asked in a low voice, "What on earth did Ding Anbo commit? If someone is really guilty, he will be executed as soon as he is convicted. Why does the interrogation go on endlessly?"

Is it so troublesome for the Board of Supervisors to convict someone?

It's whatever they say.

The prison boss shook his head: "It seems that he wants to investigate someone and pry open his mouth."

One of the guards looked shocked: "Ding Anbo's mouth is really strict. He hasn't pried it open for so long."

Although Ding'anbo's hometown is here, he has not grown up here since he was a child. Occasionally, when he comes back to worship his ancestors, he is very arrogant and will ask the prefect to arrange soldiers to greet him and protect the road.

The officers stood on the side of the road and took a look. Ding Anbo was riding a tall horse and dressed in fine clothes. He looked very majestic, but his face was white and plump, and his skin was tender and tender. He did not look like a man who could endure hardships.

It can be as solid as a rock in Zhang Ze's hands!

In the largest cell, Zhang Ze sat down and looked at Ding'anbo, who was hanging on the torture pillar like a rag bag.

He was silent and motionless, as if he were dead.

"Still haven't said it?" he said, looking at the booklet handed over by the attendant, which still wrote how he cursed the late emperor in private. The current emperor also tried to get in touch with Empress Chiang and sent many gifts, but he didn't. Shang Shang, why he resented the imperial court, hated almost every official in the imperial court, especially the Dongyang Marquis Mansion, etc. were all irrelevant nonsense.

Helplessness appeared on the attendant's face: "He even said the disrespectful words about his grandfather who wanted to be emperor -"

Zhang Ze let out a sneer, threw the booklet to the ground, and looked at Ding Anbo: "Lu Huai, when did the remnants of Chiang Kai-shek's party collude with you!"

Following his movements, the attendant standing next to the torture pillar whipped Ding Anbo with a whip.

Ding'anbo shook like rags and let out a scream.

The scream is powerless, but it proves that the person is still alive.

Zhang Ze would not let anyone die before asking what he wanted to ask.

The half-dead Ding'anbo neither cursed nor begged for mercy. The whip was like a command, and his murmuring voice sounded, "I said, I said, I said it was me who pushed my cousin into the lake and drowned. He didn't fall to death by himself. Then He was three years old at the time, but my grandmother complimented him on how good-looking he was, and I was very angry."

The attendant looked at Zhang Ze with his whip in hand, looking helpless, and asked if he wanted to hit him again.

Zhang Ze waved his hands angrily and ignored Ding Anbo's muttering behind him about the evil things he had done as a child.

"Where are the women? Is there any new progress?" he asked.

The attendant took out the latest interrogation booklet from the table: "Qin Sibin still said that he didn't know anything about it and wanted to settle the money and land given by Mrs. Anbo. He also said that he hated Mrs. Anbo and was a loser. He was from a better background and married into the uncle. Madam Bo said that she wanted Dongyang Hou Shizi to never marry a wife and only be her son-in-law. She also admitted that Miss Lu San had indeed been in poor health since she was a child."

Zhang Ze frowned: "What about Lu Jin? Have the background of her maid been fully investigated? Have all the relatives and friends around Mr. Lu Er been arrested?"

The attendant said: "We have checked them all. The maid's grandparents have all been checked." He shook his head and said, "There is still nothing useful." Zhang Ze turned around and looked at the cell opposite. The figures in it were like ghosts. .

"That fake silk flower was made by the maids next to Mrs. Bo. Their purpose of doing this was to frame the new young lady of Dongyang Hou Shizi." The attendant said from behind, "Captain, judging from all the testimonies, there should really be no Jiang. The remaining members of the party participated.”

When everyone was interrogated, every house and every item was inspected. The warlocks collected by Zhang Ze, as well as Wang Tong, were all present to ensure that there was no influence of trickery.

Indeed, nothing suspicious was found.

Was it really an accident?

".I asked my maid to tie fake silk flowers. The silk flowers given by the Queen are extremely crude and crude. It can be easily made into the same one."

"She hates Mrs. Dongyang Hou very much, and also hates Ding Anbo and his wife for being useless."

"This time she also wants to take advantage of Ding Anbo and his wife. When the time comes, Dongyang Hou Shizi will also hate Ding Anbo, and she will be a good person."

As the attendant behind him recited the confession, Zhang Ze also straightened it out again. When he heard this, he frowned and interrupted.

"How can she be a good person?"

The attendant looked through the book and said, "Take the real one and go rescue Mrs. Dongyang Hou. She said it is really at her place." He then added, "Mrs. Ding'anbo also said that she borrowed a real silk flower."

Zhang Ze touched his chin: "How did this start?"

Xue Liu, the maid who was beaten to death by Qin Sibin, took silk flowers and told Mrs. Ding'anbo that Mrs. Dongyang Hou Shizi destroyed the queen's gift and was treasonous.

Then Mrs. Ding Anbo and Lu Jin got what they wanted, so they went along with the flow and bribed Qin Sibin to send him to file a complaint.

Fake silk flowers.

Zhang chose a meal.

"If there is nothing wrong with the fake flowers that the maid sent to the palace, then are the ones taken from Dongyang Marquis' Mansion to Ding'an Bo's Mansion also fake?"

The attendant was stunned for a moment: "They said that the maid also deeply hates Mrs. Dongyang Hou."

"So she's so bold to make false accusations?" Zhang Ze took over, "Why do you have to use silk flowers? If a person has never seen the real thing, how could he think of a fake one?"

Only after seeing the real thing can you think of the fake one? The attendant understood: "The Governor said that the maid Xue Liu did see Mrs. Dongyang Hou destroying the flowers given by the Queen, so she came up with this method."

But this queen verified it at that time.

"I sent someone to get it, and Mrs. Dongyang Hou sent the silk flowers over."

No damage, that's true.

Zhang Ze turned his head and looked at him.

"Then it's false that no problem was found, is it true?"

Thoughts flashed through his mind, as if something was broken, his body trembled, and his hair stood on end.

He suddenly remembered that Bai Ying's silk flower skills were inherited from his family.

That sister can, sister.

"I suddenly felt very strange." Zhang Ze said.

The attendant asked without explanation: "What's so strange?"

Zhang Ze looked at Ding'anbo who was hanging on the execution pillar.

"It seems that every time I encounter something about the young lady of Dongyang Hou Mansion, I will go around it."

It took me a long time to figure it out.

"Is this also due to trickery?"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

Zhou Jingyun heard a call in his ears, and someone pushed him gently at the same time. He opened his eyes suddenly and saw the faintness in the tent. For a moment, he couldn't tell when it was. The next moment, he suddenly reacted and stood up to look. side.

Zhuang Li's eyes on the pillow flickered at him.

"You," Zhou Jingyun said, his voice still hoarse from the sudden awakening, but his tone was firm, "Ali, what's wrong?" He asked again and again, "Did you sleep well? Did you have a nightmare?"

Zhuang Li smiled at him, a little apologetically: "It's okay, it's okay, I just thought of something."

It would be daylight in a moment, but she didn't wait, but woke him up directly.

This shows how important it is.

Zhou Jingyun nodded: "You say."

Zhuang Li looked at him: "I need to take a look at Shen Qing."