The sedan chair landed on the ground and leaned forward, the attendant outside opened the curtain, Qu Feng shook his robe and came down.
"So urgent, what's the matter?" He asked his father's follower at the door, the little follower was young but very experienced: "Your honor."
Qu Feng squinted at him, flicked his sleeves and went in. Walking around the screen wall, going straight through the courtyard, and walking quickly to the hall, his father was standing on the hall with his waist bowed, like a servant who obeyed orders. He slowed down, and with a glance, he saw clearly that the person his father was entertaining was Zheng Mian.
Zheng Xian still looked like a jade carving, wearing pine flower yellow silk, smiling, listening to Qu Shangshu's chatter with him kindly, nothing more than a few words to show his loyalty, Tu Yao was by his side, Wearing a silver gauze, holding a knife, standing upright.
Qu Feng's face froze, and the shocked expression was very vivid. Zheng Mian was at his house, as if he was his father's guest. He wanted to leave, but he didn't dare to turn around just like that. Back, like a Shangguan, Qu Shangshu hurriedly greeted: "Feng'er, come here, I have seen my father and grandfather."
The hairs all over Qu Feng's body stood up, father and grandfather? He asked his father with his eyes, but Qu Shangshu ignored him, and explained to Zheng Mi: "My lord father, the younger generation is ignorant, please forgive me."
Father! Qu Feng had heard the funny things about those senior officials in Beijing claiming to be a godfather, but he never imagined that such a scandal would happen in his own home.
"Feng'er!" Qu Shangshu's tone became severe, "Come and see me!"
Qu Feng stood still, Zheng Mi smiled lightly: "It seems that the young master is not very willing." He made a gesture to get up, but was stopped by Qu Shangshu, and hurriedly begged: "Father, please calm down!"
He turned to Qu Feng, flustered, glaring, his old legs trembling: "Little beast!" He lowered his voice, "You're going to kill your father!"
Qu Feng looked at him with difficulty: "This is admitting a thief as a father..."
"What to do if you don't admit it," Qu Shangshu could see clearly from a distance, sweating profusely, obviously helpless, "If you don't admit it, he won't let me take refuge!"
Qu Feng was stubborn, listening sideways to his father's reprimand: "Because of your Xie Yilu, Liao Jixiang has already refused to accept my name card, Zheng Mian can no longer die on this road!"
Qu Feng turned his head away in disgust: "Why bother to seek refuge with the eunuch."
"Didn't you see the great success of Yongshe?" Qu Shangshu asked, his old face showing a bit of grimness. Be a gangster!"
Crazy, Qu Feng thought, Yongshe has driven the official circles in Nanjing crazy.
"Yongshe is not from his Ministry of War!" He yelled so loudly that even Zheng Mi could hear him. Qu Shangshu was startled, and stared at him for a long time in fear before saying, "We have been at odds with the Ministry of War for so many years. They have gained power, and we will have to peel off our skins if we don’t die!"
He was right, why did Qu Feng not understand, he hesitated, he meant to walk towards Zheng Mi, at this time Tu Yao said: "Duke, it stands to reason that tea is the only way to recognize relatives." He told the left and right, "Come on, get a futon."
This is to make Qu Shangshu kneel. He is an old man of half a century, of course he refuses to kneel, and he refuses with a salivating face: "Father, my son's legs have been old and cold for many years, and he really can't bend down..."
Zheng Mi nodded, and said to Tu Yao, "Yes, our family has never seen him with good legs."
Tu Yao smiled like a spring breeze, just like Qu Feng smiled at him when he was in Xinqiao that day: "You can't kneel, don't you have grandchildren?"
Qu Feng seemed to be slapped on the face, his eyes turned red immediately, he didn't stop doing anything, turned around and left, Tu Yao was waiting for him to wave his sleeves, and immediately yelled: "It's against you, take it down for me! "
A group of people rushed up from the hall, seven or eight of them, without even drawing their knives, pressed Qu Feng to the ground with his arms crossed, and tied him up with a rope. Qu Shangshu was too frightened to speak out, and Zheng Mi frowned in annoyance. Head: "Disappointment!"
He flicked the dust off his cuffs and got up, but Qu Shangshu didn't dare to stop him, so he had to hold Tu Yao behind him: "Take...where are you going?"
Tu Key pulled off his hand: "Xiyamen."
West Yamen, in the shade of Zhongshan, Nanjing has no imperial prison, Tu Yao always likes to use the prison of the Ministry of Punishment, Qu Feng was tied up like a pig, dragged directly to the black room where he was sentenced, and Tu Yao personally entertained him. When he wasn't entertained, he just said "wash your feet" with a grin, and left with a whip.
The so-called "foot washing" is to use ice water and boiling water to soak the feet alternately. Qu Feng was tied to a big black wood with chains all over his arms. He is wearing a good dress today. Fanzi doesn't care about that, just give it to him Tore it off, and took off all the valuables from his head and hands, and put them in his arms.
Needless to say, two rounds and three rounds, just the first round. As soon as his feet entered the ice water, Qu Feng couldn't stand it any longer. He didn't even have a slightly stronger wind.
"I'm rich! Three generations of my family have been officials, and I can spend as much money as I want!" He shouted at those people, "I'm convinced, you go and tell Tu Yao, I'm convinced!"
Fanzi smiled at him while boiling the water: "I know, I see that you are rich, and those who have no money are not allowed to enter this house." He heated up the fire, and saw the water began to bubble , "Wait, the boiling water will come."
Qu Feng was so frightened that tears flowed out, his feet were so cold that they didn't know the pain, as if they were broken, he begged profusely with sweat: "Please, find Tu Key, let me give money, kneel down, whatever you want !"
"My young master," the man looked at him very distressed, "you will have to suffer a round anyway, if everyone's bones are so light, it will be too easy for me to do my job." Remove the ice water and bring up the boiling water.
Qu Feng let out a scream from his throat, and he jumped up and down on the big log without any reason, shouting "I will give you the money" and "I will give you the money". Fanzi looked down on him very much and grabbed him. His feet splashed into the boiling water, and there was a "sizzling" sound, which was the sound of flesh and bones.
There was a lot of smoke rising from the water basin. Fan Zi laughed and said, "You take money seriously. We massacre thousands of households, but we are notorious for not loving money. Not to mention money, opera singers and women are all involved." out of his eyes."
Qu Feng convulsed violently. After the convulsion, he urinated like a stupid paralyzed man. Fanzi looked at him and smiled, revealing a gap between his front teeth: "We slaughter thousands of households, we like to climb high and look far away. , can your family afford it?"
After speaking, he stood up and went to get ice from the ice box. Qu Feng heard the sound of ice cubes hitting the bottom of the basin, and couldn't take it anymore, trembling and crying loudly.
After a few rounds of this, Fanzi asked someone to untie him from the big black wood and tie him to the torture bed. Someone outside brought in two bags of rice. Qu Feng's chest is called "press Lu", which is divided into "big pressure" and "small pressure". Most people "small pressure" for a day and a night, and then they die.
Qu Feng didn't understand these things, and he felt relieved when he just lay down, a big man, twenty catties of rice is nothing, it was really nothing at first, but as time passed, time itself seemed to gain strength, like a The taste of killing people with a soft knife is worse than "washing feet".
After less than two hours of pressing, Qu Feng whimpered and called out: "Excuse me...excuse me..."
Fanzi was busy with some unnamed murder weapons on the side, without raising his head: "Say."
"Help me take a letter out... I'll give you money."
"You can't do it," Fanzi said very solidly, and kept his hands on his hands, "Master Qianhu won't let us go to the official's house without permission."
Qu Feng was quiet, and after a quarter of an hour, he said again: "One hundred taels of silver, go to the weaving bureau."
Fanzi put down his work and stood up: "For the eunuch?"
Qu Feng nodded: "I want to write a letter."
Fanzi wiped his hands, found a pen and paper, saw Qu Feng tremblingly wrote a few words, and asked him, "To whom?"
Qu Feng took a hard breath from his suffocating chest: "Jintang."
Fanzi didn't say anything, folded up the letter, turned around and left, walked out of the execution room, walked around the corridor to the back hall, where Tu Yao was sitting in the hall having a drink with a few officials from the Ministry of Punishment, Fanzi unfolded the letter for him to read, Tu Key took a glance and nodded.
Meazza and a few underlings played leaf games all night, and they didn't catch a good card all night. At dawn, they finally caught a small Li Guanghuarong.
"Boss," he cut straight to the point, "I have something to ask you."
Jintang rarely behaved like this. Like Liao Jixiang, he had the arrogance of a scholar in his bones. Meazza let the subordinates go down and leaned against the Luohan bed, making room for him: "What's the matter?"
Jin Tang didn't sit down either, and took out a crumpled piece of paper from his sleeve, and handed it to him, with four words on it: Chunhoe save me.
This kind of paper, Meazza looked at the front and back: "Xi Yamen?" He leaned comfortably on the cushion, obviously not taking it seriously, "Who got arrested?"
Jintang lowered his eyes: "Military Department, Qu Feng."
Meazza's back straightened, and he left the cushion a little: "Do you have friendship with him?"
Jintang looked away, as if afraid of him watching: "Nod your friend."
Meazza leaned back again: "Acquaintance who nodded, he brought you a letter?" He idly fiddled with the piece of paper in his hand, he smiled, "Say it's not acquaintance who nods, it's not you that they are asking for."
He was referring to the "chun hoe" on the paper, and Jintang slowly leaned over and sat on the side of the bed: "Xie Yilu, the name is chun hoe."
"Oh," Meazza didn't care, he didn't bother to care about such a small person, "what to do, what to do, you want to do things for this 'chun hoe', to please Qu Feng ?”
Jintang didn't make a sound, his expression looked serious.
"Don't be stupid," Meazza threw the torn paper on him, "People look down on us, even if you save him eighteen times, he still doesn't see you in his eyes."
"This Xie Yilu..." Jintang said suddenly, "I recognize Duke Du."
Meazza stood up from the bed and stared at him.
"It should be... pretty good."
Very good? Meazza narrowed his eyes: "How can I find a better way?"
"It's better to write letters every day and see the last time every so often..." Jintang raised his head and glanced at Meazza lightly, "Don't you think that Dugong has been going to Liumanpo very often recently? ?”
Meazza picked up the paper from him and stared at the strange name: "How long?"
"A month or two."
"Xie Chunhoe," Meazza couldn't figure it out, "Didn't the Dugong want to kill him before?"
Jintang shook his head: "I don't know," what he wanted to say, but he swallowed after thinking about it, Meazza seldom irritatedly elbowed him, "Say."
"I've read their letters," Jintang said with a look of embarrassment, "these letters..." Before he could say anything, his face turned red, "Oh, it's inappropriate!"
Jintang didn't say why it was inappropriate, but Meazza understood the meaning. He opened his mouth empty, obviously shocked and even annoyed. At this time, Jintang expressed his doubts: "I will send the letter to thank you. Yi Lu, if he really ran to save someone, something would happen... Dugong will definitely kill me!"
"No, no, no," Meazza waved his hands again and again, "He is a low-level official, what can he do to save people from the West Yamen, besides," he narrowed his big eyes very narrowly, "A literati, and a prostitute, How could it be possible to sincerely make friends with Duke Du!"
For a moment, Jintang's brows raised: "You mean..."
"Even if he has no bad intentions," Meazza grabbed his wrist and shook it vigorously: "Did you forget about Gansu?"
Jintang's eyes widened suddenly.
"Go," Meazza gave him a push, "go at once!"