After listening to Bi Yun's words, Lu Bing's heart was turbulent: "It seems that the emperor has already squeezed Chen Hong dry. This is to use Chen Hong's life to see me off!" Lu Bing sighed in his heart, but he was also grateful.
In the past six months, Emperor Jiajing didn't kill Chen Hong, but squeezed Chen Hong's net worth. The Emperor Jiajing didn't say how much he had gained, and Lu Bing would not be wise to investigate.
Lu Bing hated Chen Hong for his bones, and Chen Hong was still locked in the imprisonment he controlled. But in the past six months, Lu Bing not only didn't torture Chen Hong to vent his anger, he even didn't even look at Chen Hong.
This became a special tacit understanding between Lu Bing and Emperor Jiajing.
Today, Emperor Jiajing is finally going to give Lu Bing an explanation. Lu Bing knew in his heart that Emperor Jiajing wanted to reassure himself before going to Jiangnan, and he was telling himself plainly that even if he left Beijing, Chen Hong would never turn back.
… Can't even see the sun tomorrow.
Lu Bing and Bi Yun came to Fusi in Beizhen. Before they reached the door, they saw a woman standing quietly at the door with a food container slung. The guards in Jinyi guarding the gate of Beiya saw it, but they did not move forward to drive them away.
Lu Bing and Bi Yun approached and saw that the woman was the Queen Mother Jiang’s body, Aunt Honglian.
Seeing Lu Bing coming, Honglian ignored Bi Yun who was about to talk with a smile, but just watched Lu Bing calmly said, "Wenfu, I'll see him off, okay?"
The smile on Bi Yun's face froze, and his brows moved slightly. As soon as the expression in his eyes changed, he controlled him. Since becoming the governor of the East Factory, no one has dared to be rude to himself! Bi Yun was about to get angry, but tolerated it, turning into an awkward expression. The Queen Mother is still alive, and currently he can't provoke Aunt Honglian.
Lu Bing looked at Hong Lian, her expression was calm.
"Come on..." Lu Bing said lightly.
Honglian is a smart woman. She knows that Chen Hong and Lu Bing are enemies of killing their father, and it is useless to intercede.
It is still alive to do evil in the sky, and you cannot do it yourself. Honglian knows that when Chen Hong has reached this step, he has accumulated step by step by himself, no wonder others.
"If you are a husband and wife, I will enter into my last obligation and send him off!" Honglian sighed as he walked.
Chen Hong has not been abused. He lives in the small courtyard specially prepared for important prisoners.
But to go to that small courtyard, you have to go through different levels of prison cells.
Xue Yang saw Lu Bing come and personally led the way.
As soon as he entered the imprisonment, he was in a fourth-class cell, passing an interrogation hall, all kinds of torture instruments, rusty and dripping with blood.
Several sturdy men, naked to the top, were tortured and wailed and screamed endlessly.
Flogging is the least painful punishment here. Even so, the man with his skin and flesh hung on the wooden shelf still made the biggest scream to express his pain.
The other prisoner was being burned by a cannon. His skin was scorched, his head and limbs were hanging weakly, and he was no longer angry, but because the interrogation guards were busy, no one would take him next, only the aroma of barbecue. Wandering around.
There are also large instruments of torture such as heavy gamma donkeys erected on the side, which will cause people to die slowly in pain and despair.
Especially the wooden donkey, as long as it rides on, it will be disabled for life.
There was also a prisoner whose nose was tied with a small iron chain, which passed through his nasal bone and connected to a prong on the ground.
This tiny iron chain is very short. If a normal person stands up straight and wants to be more comfortable, he must squat down. But the strong man in prison held a sharp knife in his hand. On the side table was a bowl of salt water, and there were various knives of different sizes and shapes. As long as the prisoner squatted down, he would use the knife to dip it. Salt water quickly cut a thin piece of meat from the prisoner. This kind of pain caused the prisoner's crying tears and nose to flow, but he did not dare to do too much action, otherwise it would pull a whole bone from his nose. He could only shed tears and bend over in pain until his waist lost consciousness.
In the end, even if he could leave the prison alive, he would never be able to straighten up again.
There are also two Jin Yiwei holding a prisoner’s finger with a bamboo shackle. The ten fingers have been clamped so that there is no sound of bone cracking, because the flesh and bones inside have long been rotten like mud, only the bamboo shackle quilt. Pulling gurgling sound.
A man who was tortured was still standing on the pillar, but his eyes were bleeding and his eyes closed tightly. He had several iron hoops to keep him standing, but the internal organs and bones in his body had been shattered a long time ago, as can be seen from the gourd-like head.
Nearby, blood was still flowing on the torture instrument used for the skull chiseling, which should have just been used. In the standing cages on the side, there are two people in them. Those two people have soft legs and can no longer stand. Instead, they hung their heads on the board above them. They did not dare to move a little, otherwise they would be scratched by the iron thorns. Pierced by injury.
There are more instruments of torture left unused on the side, execution chairs, knife stools, nail beds, bone crushers... There are more than a thousand kinds of instruments of torture, large and small, and not far away, there is a boil. The frying pan... I am afraid that even the oldest Jinyiwei guarding the prison in Fusi, Beizhen, has not been able to use these instruments of torture again...
After all, Gu Lian is a woman, and she has never seen such a situation before.
Those Jinyi guards who executed the torture saw Lu Bing come in and hurriedly put aside the work at hand, saluting loudly: "See Lord Zhenfu!"
Some of them saw Lu Bing for the first time, but they did not dare to show any negligence. The various rumors about Lu Bing made the person who had seen the most dead among them dare not be presumptuous.
Because Lu Bing was the first Jinyiwei to defeat the Mongolian army and the first Jinyiwei to overthrow the East Factory.
They all know that the black jail in the East Factory is not worse than here, it will only be worse than here. Those fierce and perverted eunuchs in the East Factory deal with prisoners not only to destroy the body, but also to insult the spirit and humiliate the most private places of the prisoner, making the prisoner's life worse than death and nervous breakdown.
But this kind of Dongchang has to retreat to our Jinyiwei Master Lu. Have you seen it? The current governor of the Dongchang is following our adult's buttocks, smiling as if he had eaten fart beans. And the last superintendent was locked up in our imperial prison. Now in this imperial prison, how many of them were once the most vicious guy in the East Factory
They secretly communicated that they were the darkest group of Jin Yiwei, but they also felt the glory and light that Lu Bing brought to all of them.
Lu Bing glanced at them, nodded, and said nothing.