Yang Ye raised his head slowly, his voice was hoarse and weak: "Ling Shu, you have been reading the letter for so long, what did you see? Did you see King Zhao fighting at the frontier pass? Enjoy the blessings, indulge in luxury, enjoy singing and dancing. Who is playing the Qiang flute in the fortress, and who is wearing jade clothes in the capital? But you say he rebelled, did he rebel if you said he rebelled? Want to beat me into a trick? What kind of trick is this? Don’t draw! "
Ling Shu was silent for a moment, and said: "It's nothing. The gold and jade in the chest, the lightness of the waist and the lightness of the palm, and the water tune song are not for you. But some things are not what you said."
Yang Ye said: "What is not what I said? If you have something to say, just say it, don't whine."
Ling Shu looked at him sideways, and said, "You should be confused first."
But Yang Ye said: "Is there any ginseng soup? Give me a sip. Otherwise, I won't have the strength, and I won't be able to confess even if I want to."
Ling Shu said: "Yes."
He nodded slightly to one of his subordinates, and that person immediately brought in a bowl of ginseng soup, and fed Yang Ye to drink it down. Yang Ye took a breath, lifted his spirits and said: "Then what kind of gold and jade is full of light in the waist and light in the palm? If you want to use it, you can use it. I can't stop you, young master. I want to see your weird tricks. But Ling Shu, I have to ask you something, you are young, you have a good life outside, but you hide in this crappy place, playing with these things every day, you are really sick, you bastard? You say, Are you sick, right? I heard that all the eunuchs in the palace suffer from this disease. Are you not a man anymore? This is the only way to vent your desire? Actually, you can Find someone to do it for you, and make sure you feel as good as a woman, so you won't feel so uncomfortable. You listened to me right, you have to believe me, you must believe me!"
Ling Shu hung down his long, slightly curved eyelashes, staring at a corner, his brows moved slightly, and after a while, he suddenly said: "I can't kill you. I'll kill someone to show you."
Yang Ye was startled, and sneered, "Kill the chicken for the monkey to see?"
Ling Shu waved his hands and ordered, "Bring over the county magistrate of Yunyang who is corrupt and perverts the law and refuses to confess." A moment later, two subordinates dragged a death row prisoner in. The prisoner was a man in his thirties. Suddenly, his face became pale, and his whole body trembled violently.
Ling Shu looked at the man intently for a moment, and said, "Dong Quail, peel off his skin, only his limbs, and don't move anywhere else. Huainanhou, if you really have the guts, see to the end."
Yang Ye said: "Just look at it. Do you think I'm not a man or a woman like you? Don't even dare to look at this!"
Dong Quail, who performed the skinning punishment, was a young man. He and his brother Dong Ge were both butchers who slaughtered pigs for meat. I came back to curry favor with Master Ling. As a result, as soon as his skill was revealed, he won Ling Shu's favor. But seeing a shiny knife in Dong Quil's hand, shaped like a willow leaf, thin and slender, he put the knife between the index and middle fingers of his right hand, and swirled it lightly, agile and fast, very wonderful and dazzling.
The prisoner was stripped of his clothes several times, fixed on a special shelf, his hands were clasped between two iron rings, and then a pot of hot water was poured on him. Surprised, I thought it was just boiling water. Then I found out that it should be just hot water.
So start peeling.
Starting from the root of the leg, Dong Quil's technique is sophisticated and agile, with a very thin piece of skin, which does not hurt the muscles or bones, and does not even bleed much. On the way, the prisoner passed out amidst the hoarse screams, and then woke up again in pain. Repeated this several times, Ling Shu kept watching closely, with a faint flame of excitement beating in his eyes, and when he saw that the prisoner seemed to be unable to hold on any longer, he ordered: "Serve the ginseng soup."
Immediately, someone brought a bowl of ginseng soup and poured it down for the prisoner. Yang Ye looked at the prisoner's red, white, and bloody flesh, and the blue-red veins were tangled and throbbing under the messy flesh and blood. The screams echoed in the dark cell, making people shudder. He couldn't stand it any longer, and his nausea surged up one after another. But before the big talk, I can only hold back and mutter in a low voice: "You son of a bitch, is the ginseng soup spoiled by you like this?"
When Ling Shu's indifferent eyes swept over, Yang Ye immediately changed into a nonchalant smile: "Oh hehehehehe, it looks good, it's really interesting! I really opened my eyes and learned a lot today, thank you, Lord Ling."
After the skin of the limbs was peeled off, it turned out to be four complete pieces, hanging bloody on the shelf. Ling Shu stood there with his hand on his chin, admired it obsessively for a while, then stretched out two slender and white fingers, and weighed one, which was the skin of his left arm. He took a closer look, and it seemed that what was in front of him was not a piece of human skin, but a few bright red plum blossoms drawn on the high-quality snow wave paper. He looked at it for a while, and praised: "It was better peeled today, and there was not much bleeding. Reward." After saying this, he hung up the human skin again.
Dong Qua hurriedly thanked him and said, "Thank you for your reward, sir."
Two subordinates respectfully brought his chair over and asked him to sit down. The prisoner just came to his senses at this moment, and moaned weakly: "My lord, please forgive me, I will..."
Ling Shu said slowly: "At this point, there is no need for you to recruit anything. Push the mill over."
One of his subordinates pushed a fine small mill over, and Dong Qua, the executioner, untied the man's hand and stuffed it directly into the eye of the mill, and then someone came up to grind the mill. The prisoner rolled his eyes and passed out again.
Ling Shudao: "This is the Water Tune Song. Marquis of Huainan, is it good?"
Yang Ye said: "It looks good, uh, it looks good..." He didn't dare to say any more, for fear that if he spit it out accidentally, he would lose face.
But in the end, Yang Ye couldn't hold on, and finally lost face.
The prisoner's stump was bandaged with medicine. When it was dark again, he woke up moaning. Ling Shu asked, "Are you hungry? Let you eat."
No one dared to answer, only the prisoner's weak groan, and then a person came over with a plate of dumplings, each small and exquisite, with translucent skins, and the pink stuffing inside could be faintly seen, which looked very fresh and delicious. Dong Quail took it and fed it to the prisoner. How could the prisoner be able to eat at such a state, and he forcibly stuffed some of them in, making two whimpers. Yang Ye smelled a strange aroma. He was just fed two bowls of ginseng soup the night before and this morning. At this moment, his stomach grunted a few times, and his saliva almost flowed out uncontrollably.
Ling Shu listened carefully, then turned his head and asked, "Are you hungry too?"
Yang Ye didn't answer, but thought to himself: "You are so kind enough to feed me?"
Ling Shudao: "Just now one of his hands was ground into minced meat. It should be returned to the original owner. If you want to eat it, you have to use your own hand."
At this point, Yang Ye couldn't bear it anymore, and began to retch, panting and cursing intermittently: "You beast, are you still human? You...you...vomit!"
Ling Shudao: "Is it so disgusting? You are too good at acting. You think about it for another night to see if you want to be a bet. Come here, and put the gold-threaded jade clothes on for the Marquis of Huainan."
Looking at his appearance, he was about to call it a day. Yang Ye was put on the golden jade dress again, and immediately trembled violently. Although both of his parents died when he was young, he was born with good luck, and was soon taken over by Yang Xi. He grew up under Yang Xi's care and pampering. How often did he experience such hardships? Thinking of a long night that would be worse than death, Yang Ye said exhaustedly: "Ling Shu, you should give me a good time..."
Ling Shu had already walked to the door, and looked back at him: "You are also considered a nobleman, and you have been told by your superiors that you cannot die."
Yang Ye roared: "I don't count, I don't count! My parents died early, so I don't count! You kill me!"
Ling Shudao: "You can choose not to die. As long as you place a bet, I will let you go immediately."
Yang Ye couldn't stop panting, and after a while he firmly said: "No drawing!"
Ling Shu ignored him, turned around and left.
Yang Ye said: "Don't go, don't go! You bastard! Beast! Crazy!"
Ling Shu suddenly turned around and said, "You are cursing...no tricks, that's all." After saying that, he went out.
The prison guards stood tall in the dark and erratic firelight, looking like ghosts. Yang Ye looked out from those small windows, and the night was long and lustful. After thinking about it, Yang Ye didn't know whether the woman named Fengge was reliable or not. All his hopes were pinned on this girl of unknown origin. Even he himself finds it ridiculous. But the situation was urgent at that time, and it could only be so. His body was in pain like a mountain of knives and a sea of fire, and waves of despair slowly submerged him. He murmured to himself: "Yun Qi, do you know I'm here? If you don't come to save me, no one will follow you in the future." Sapo is playing tricks, there will only be a ghost pinching your nose in the middle of the night to scare you, a ghost with silver needles pierced all over its body and a branding iron hanging on its chest will stand by your bedside and howl all night! Are you afraid? Are you afraid? Come and save me quickly."
Then he heard someone in the corner of the cell laughing out loud.
A figure like a ghost rushed out from the corner of the wall, and a jailer shouted: "Who is it? Ah..." A half cry was interrupted, and the jailer was grabbed by the throat and pushed down to the ground by the person who rushed in. , instantly silent. For a moment, the room was filled with the sound of shouting and the sound of weapons being unsheathed. Everyone clapped their hands, and the torches flickered and flickered where the murderous aura was surging. Yang Ye was both surprised and happy, and said: "Come and put me down first, I'm going to die of pain!"
The voice of Zhong Lizhen behind him said: "Master Hou, I don't know how to release this mechanism, I'm just groping." Yang Ye urged: "Hurry up, hurry up, if you delay for a while, you will have to follow Yun Qi from now on." Mix it up!"
Zhong Lizhen continued to grope, Yang Ye waited anxiously, seeing that the intruders were all covered in black scarves, with loess stains on their bodies, and the leader who pinched them used a machete to kill them quickly and quickly, not kissing Who is Yun Qi? There are four people behind him, and the other three are holding a long pole in their hands, with a semi-cylindrical shovel attached to the head of the pole, swinging it with great wind, it is Yun Qi's horse The three brothers of the family, Yang Ye jokingly called them the Troika on weekdays.
Although Zhong Lizhen has a lot of experience in deciphering the hidden weapons of organs, but this instrument of torture is exquisitely made, and he can't understand it for a while. Out of the corner of Yang Ye's eyes, he saw that he was sweating, and his expression was very nervous, so he could only comfort him: "Don't panic, I just scared you, but it didn't hurt much. How did you get in?"