Lu Xuchang looked at the face that was as warm and beautiful as jade under the moonlight, exuding an elegant silver glow.
His anxious heart just now calmed down inexplicably.
Xiao Zimu walked in front of him and led him out of the house.
Only then did Lu Xuchang notice the two figures reflected on the window paper.
Besides his father, there was another person, actually Mao Xianchun.
At this time, Mao Xianchun was tied to a chair by Wu Huada, and his mouth was stuffed with strips of cloth.
Seeing Xiao Zimu come in, a sob came from his throat.
Xiao Zimu stepped in front of him, looked down at him and said, "Since we have brought you here, you must know that there are some things that you and I know very well."
There was unconcealable fear in Mao Xianchun's eyes, and he began to sob and shake his head desperately.
"If you have something that I don't know about and you want to tell me, I will naturally give you a chance to speak. But if it is..." Xiao Zimu paused at this point.
The sharp look in his eyes gradually became sharper. After he straightened up, he narrowed his eyes slightly, with a disdainful smile on his lips, and said to him: "In addition to being highly skilled in martial arts, the hidden guards trained for the emperor are also good at interrogation." People's methods are also fresh and refined. Maybe you want to give it a try before speaking?"
When Mao Xianchun heard this, his pupils dilated and he shook his head frequently.
Xiao Zimu clicked his tongue, frowned and asked deliberately with a look of confusion on his face: "Mao Fucheng shook his head desperately. Do you not want to say it, or do you not want to try?"
Mao Xianchun raised his chin and stretched his head in front of Xiao Zimu, indicating that he would take off the cloth and speak.
Xiao Zimu slowly stretched out his hand and took off the cloth stuffed in his mouth.
Mao Xianchun was able to speak and immediately begged for mercy: "Your Highness, the document was forged by me, but I don't know about other things."
"I don't know? Then you have been visiting Zheng Zhongguang in prison from time to time these days. Are you trying to care about whether he is doing well or not?" Xiao Zimu snorted coldly.
"After all, I can't bear to see my colleagues in a humble position." Mao Xianchun's eyes were wandering.
"Since you can't do what I want..." Xiao Zimu sneered and called: "Fengying."
In the past few days, Feng Ying, the hidden guard who had been ordered to protect Lu Zhongfu, suddenly stepped in from outside the house after hearing the sound, bowed respectfully to Xiao Zimu and said, "Your Highness."
"Help me pry open his mouth." Xiao Zimu ordered.
Feng Ying responded with a smile on his lips and walked up to Mao Xianchun.
"What are you going to do? Don't come over. Don't come over. Your Highness, you really don't know about other secrets because of your humble position." Mao Xianchun looked horrified and stared at Feng Ying in horror as he approached step by step.
Feng Ying took out a small dagger from his boots. The dagger's body shone with cold light, making it look menacing.
Feng Ying seemed to have remembered something, and casually placed the tip of the dagger on Mao Xianchun's thigh. With a "plop" sound, the tip of the dagger sank into his flesh and blood.
Following Mao Xianchun's scream, Feng Ying asked Xiao Zimu for instructions: "I'm going to stab him one hundred and eight times first."
"Wouldn't he just die immediately?" Xiao Zimu frowned as he looked at Mao Xianchun who was howling miserably.
"Don't worry, Your Highness, I will use my discretion. The sword is not fatal, but this person will definitely be useless in the future." Only then did Feng Yingxiang realize that he had accidentally placed the tip of the dagger on Mao Xianchun's leg, and gently pulled it out. out.
"Well, as long as you don't die." Xiao Zimu nodded in agreement.
"Then His Highness should take them to the room next door." Feng Ying suggested, with a hint of shyness on his face: "After all, the scene will be a bit bloody, and I'm afraid of shocking Your Highness. After the stabbing is completed, I can go there again Call His Highness to come over."
"That's fine." After Xiao Zimu said this, he glanced at Lu Zhongfu, turned Lu Xuchang around, gave them a gentle push, and led them outside the house.
"Your Highness, Your Highness, please don't leave." Mao Xianchun looked at the blood on his thighs that was constantly overflowing. When he thought about the fact that there would be 108 more holes in his body later, he had already shaken it into a sieve.
How could Xiao Zimu pay any attention to him? He walked out of the door in a blink of an eye without even pausing.
"Your Highness, I'm here, I'll tell you all." Mao Xianchun watched Feng Ying raise his hand again, and the blood on the dagger he held in his hand fell drop by drop as the dagger body slid to the tip of the dagger.
He even felt that he could still hear the sound of the blood falling to the ground, as if falling on his heart, instantly corroding him.
Xiao Zimu stopped outside the door and ordered Lu Zhongfu: "Take Xu Chang to the next room."
Lu Zhongfu said yes and led Lu Xuchang to the next room.
Xiao Zimu turned around, walked slowly and leisurely, and entered the house again.
"Don't let me down again this time." Xiao Zimu stood in front of him and looked down at him.
"I don't dare. I went to see Mr. Zheng these days because of Mr. Xue's instructions." Mao Xianchun's voice had a hint of fear in his cry.
Satisfied, Xiao Zimu picked a chair and sat down opposite him. While pouring tea, he ordered: "Continue."
Mao Xianchun hesitated a little, and the tip of Fengying's dagger accidentally fell on his other leg. Mao Xianchun felt the pain and immediately said hurriedly: "Master Xue asked his humble position to persuade Master Zheng to abscond."
"Oh?" Xiao Zimu wiped away the tea foam with the lid of the cup, and then asked: "Even if he agrees, how will you arrange for him to escape?"
"How can a humble position have such ability? As long as Mr. Zheng agrees, Mr. Xue will personally visit him in prison after coming to Guwan. At that time, Mr. Zheng only needs to kidnap Mr. Xue out of the prison, and Mr. Xue will naturally arrange everything." Mao Xianchun said. Both legs were bleeding, and now I didn't dare to delay even a moment when I answered the question.
"If Xue Xiuguo wanted to save Zheng Zhongguang, he shouldn't have instigated him to abscond, right?" Xiao Zimu frowned, puzzled.
As a governor, Xue Xiuguo could not possibly not know this.
"He never thought about saving Mr. Zheng. Mr. Zheng was the scapegoat they chose early on." Seeing that Xiao Zimu had misunderstood, Mao Xianchun quickly explained to him.
"Them?" Xiao Zimu looked suspicious and raised his eyebrows at Mao Xianchun.
"Yes, if Mr. Xue had not been ordered to do so, how could he marry his daughter to Mr. Zheng? He has never looked down upon Mr. Zheng." When Mao Xianchun mentioned Zheng Zhongguang, there was unconcealed contempt in his expression.
"How did you know that he was ordered by someone else?" Xiao Zimu felt more and more that this matter might be more complicated than he thought.
Mao Xianchun had been an official for more than ten years, so he naturally understood the situation at hand. He tried to fight for a way for himself to survive, and then said something to Xiao Zimu.
"Your Highness, if I tell you a shocking secret, can I give you a way out?"
(End of chapter)