Ming Dynasty: My Father Zhang Juzheng

Chapter 190 Iron Bones
Qufu.

Inside the county jail, the view was dim and gloomy.

The air was filled with the smell of rotting flesh and dampness.

The corridor of the prison was extremely long and narrow, with cells surrounded by wooden fences on both sides. At this time, the cells were filled with students in blue clothes, all of them huddled together with fear on their faces.

Subconsciously shrank into the corner.

Suddenly, the iron door above the stairs made a "clicking" sound.

Everyone was awakened and looked towards the iron gate.

I saw a young man, about 25 or 26 years old, walking in slowly, surrounded by a group of Jinyiwei.

It was Han San who hurried over a few days ago.

Originally he was living well in the capital, drinking wine every day and hugging beautiful ladies.

Those days were so comfortable.

It was these guys who caused trouble, forcing him to rush to this shabby place overnight.

As he thought about it, Han San's face became increasingly gloomy.

He suddenly stopped, turned to the left, pointed at a thin student in the cell in front of him and shouted, "Take him to the interrogation room!"

Immediately, several guards in royal uniforms opened the prison door, grabbed the student and dragged him out.

"Ah?! It's not me. It's not me, it's not me, it's not me!!!" The student struggled frantically, with a look of fear and helplessness on his face.

It’s a pity that he is just a weak scholar, how can he be a match for these Jinyiwei?
Soon, he was taken to an interrogation room by a clamp. In the middle of the room, a cross-shaped wooden stake as tall as a person was tied, and it was stained with traces of bright red blood.

On the wall behind the wooden pile.

Each instrument of torture, illuminated by the candlelight, emitted a deep and mysterious glow.

As soon as he entered the inquiry room, the student's knees weakened, he stumbled, and fell to the ground. He fumbled around with his hands and suddenly touched something sticky and a bit fleshy.

He widened his eyes and took a look.

He was immediately frightened out of his wits.

It turned out to be a bloody piece of flesh.

"ah?!!"

Along with a shout, a strong, foul smell wafted through the interrogation room.

Several strong men in brocade clothes pinched their noses and smiled. One of them, a man with pimples all over his head, even said in a deliberately pretentious tone: "Hey, whose crotch is not closed properly? How come all the water is leaking out?"

“Hahahaha” everyone burst into laughter.

The student's cheeks turned red with embarrassment, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Alright, alright, everyone, get the hell down." Han San had seen enough of the show, smiled and waved his hand, signaling everyone to go down.

Then, he walked up to the student and asked coldly, "Name."

"Zhao, Zhao Wenshan." The student replied with a trembling voice.

"Where are you from?"

"I am from Jinan Prefecture, Ji'nan."

Hearing this, Han San suddenly frowned and pointed at Zhao Wenshan, cursing, "How dare you come and assassinate Minister Hai? Do you know the crime you committed?"

"Ah? Sir, I didn't beat Hai Qingtian!" Zhao Wensheng shuddered as if he was stung by a scorpion, and then quickly hugged Han San's thigh, "Master, it's not a small matter, it's not a small matter."

"Does that mean I have wronged you?" Han Sanling asked with his eyes wide open.

"Oh no, yes, oh no."

"Is it or isn't it?!" "No."

"now it's right."

Han San patted his cheek, helped him up from the ground, looked into his eyes and said, "If I say you are guilty, you are guilty. If I say you are not guilty, you are not guilty either."

"Sir." Zhao Wenshan's eyes once again sparkled with hope.

"Don't be in a hurry, sit down first." Han San waved his hand, stepped back and sat down, then pointed to a small stool on the side and said, "Tell me, you are a student from Jinan, why don't you stay in Jinan and come here?"

Zhao Wensheng was originally instigated by others, but now frightened by the environment, his bloodiness had disappeared along with the urge to urinate.

He swallowed hard, then timidly replied, "Student, I was also bewitched by the villain, so I came here to cause trouble. I hope the official will give me a chance."

"Who bewitched you?" Han San leaned back and asked casually.

"No, I don't know."

"do not know?"

"I really don't know. I only know that all my classmates and friends in the academy are here. If I don't come, I will definitely be despised by them." Zhao Wenshan said, burying his head in his chest.

After some indirect questioning, Han San had already seen through that this person was a coward.

He smiled, with a plan in mind.

"Do you want to survive and have a good job?"

"Think! Think!"

"Then from now on, you have to blend in with these students." Han San clapped his hands, stood up and walked to Zhao Wenshan and said, "Help us to see clearly which little devils dare to make trouble for the King of Hell."

"I understand, I understand." Zhao Wenshan nodded repeatedly.

Then, Han San smiled coldly and slapped him fiercely. Zhao Wenshan was caught off guard, his teeth flew, and his originally fair face suddenly swelled up.

Without waiting for him to beg for mercy, Han San picked up the whip and beat Zhao Wenshan hard.

"clap clap"

"Ah."

After a few whip sounds, Zhao Wenshan's clothes were torn into pieces, and streaks of blood spread along Zhao Wenshan's skin like centipedes.

Looking at Zhao Wenshan who was barely breathing, Han San squatted down, looked at him with a smile and said, "Only those who endure the most hardships can become the best. If I don't beat you, they probably won't believe it."

"Someone, bring this guy back to me!"

As soon as the words fell.

Several strong men in brocade clothes rushed in from outside the door and carried the wounded Zhao Wenshan back to his original cell.

When the students around saw this miserable state, they covered their mouths and noses and dodged to the side. Several strong men in brocade clothes found a corner, loosened their grip, and Zhao Wenshan's body fell to the ground with a "bang".

"Here, this is a golden medicine for wounds. Don't let me die in prison!" A Jinyiwei took out the medicine bottle first, threw it on the ground, and then led his men out of the cell in a swagger.
There was a "click" sound.

The cell door closed again.

After these people walked away, the students on both sides of the cell became angry and indignant, and spoke up for Zhao Wenshan.

"Cough cough."

Zhao Wenshan just woke up at this time. He grabbed a student who came close to him with difficulty and said with tears in his eyes: "This group of hawks and dogs beat me, I didn't beg for mercy, I let them beat me to death, the hawks and dogs got scared, so they sent me back!"

"Well done, well done." The man tightly grasped Zhao Wenshan's arm, tears welling up in his eyes, and said in a choked voice, "Brother Wenshan, you have suffered, you have suffered, it is all because of us that you are like this."

"No, it's okay. As the ancients said, one should sacrifice one's life for justice. Even if I die today, I will never bow to these lackeys." Zhao Wenshan shouted loudly and then fainted when he got excited.

The people around him panicked instantly and hurriedly picked up the golden wound medicine and applied it carefully to Zhao Wenshan's wound.

(End of this chapter)