Chapter 270 Cutting the knot with a sharp knife

Xinyou was walking on the street when he saw another group of Jinlin guards escorting people forward.

This is a street very close to the imperial city. It is also the time when the government is under office, and most of the people walking there are officials.

 Master He wants to arrest all the officials who insulted her?

Xin You thought this way, of course not because of his sentimentality, but because he was thinking about He Qingxiao's purpose of doing this.

He Qingxiao moved very quickly. When Zhang Xu entered Beizhen Fusi and was still making a fuss, he had already quickly entered a room.

 “Sir, people have already brought it.”

He Qingxiao nodded slightly: "Then let's get started."

 A large prison was crowded with newly arrested people, most of whom were low-ranking officials in their clothes.

He Qingxiao's eyes swept across the faces that were filled with anger or fear. He paused for a moment on one of them, and looked away expressionlessly.

That was a middle-aged man with a short beard and a slightly plump build. He was the doctor Zhao who Xin You wanted to meet.

“Sir He, we are officials of the imperial court after all. How could you arrest us just for saying a few words?”

“So, can the Jinlin Guards be so lawless?”

"Of course there is a sky above Jinlinwei's head." He Qingxiao said calmly.

He was born so well that in this dark prison, such a face would make people look down upon him because it was out of place.

"He doesn't want to embarrass you. He just follows the Holy Will to take care of Xin Taizhao. Faced with the recent insults and slanders against Xin Taizhao, he has to react. Let's do this. As long as you write a letter of guarantee, He will let you go immediately. If you go out, you won’t delay going home for dinner.”

 “What guarantee?”

 Some of those arrested were indignant and some were timid.

He Qingxiao did not answer immediately, but glanced at his subordinates.

Several Jinlin guards carried seven or eight tables over, spread out pieces of white paper, and lifted these people to the table like an eagle catching a chicken chick.

Zhao Langzhong was mentioned to the table closest to He Qingxiao. No one among those arrested, including Zhao Langzhong, noticed that there was anything wrong with this.

He Qingxiao then said calmly: "I just believed in the rumors before, and I will never say anything wrong about Xin Daizhao in the future."

 “This, this is simply too deceiving!”

 What is the difference between writing such a letter of guarantee and being slapped in the face in public?

 “Write it as fast as your Excellency asks you to do it, there is so much nonsense!” shouted a Jinlin Guard.

The expressions of the arrested people varied. Even if some wanted to write quickly and go home, they did not want to be the first to write. These people all understand that everyone does many shameless things, and the one who is ridiculed is often the first person to do it.

Seeing that the situation was at a stalemate, the Jinlin guard grabbed Zhao Langzhong's wrist and asked angrily: "Should I write or not?"

A slight click sounded, followed by Mr. Zhao's scream.

 Mr. Zhao’s right hand was pulled and dislocated!

Almost all of those arrested were civil servants. They had never seen such brutal methods. Many of them turned pale with fright and their legs and feet became weak.

The Jinlin guard ignored Langzhong Zhao's screams and slowly scanned the crowd: "Write or not?"

His eyes fell on a small official with the ugliest face.

The junior official suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly grabbed the pen on the table: "I, I will write..."

It's just a promise that if you write it, you can go home. If you don't write it, you don't know what kind of torture you will suffer, so why bother holding on to it?

 The official wrote quickly while comforting himself.

Once one person does this kind of thing, more people will follow suit, and soon several more people will pick up the pen.

Someone finished writing, but when he saw that the person with whom he was well connected did not start writing, he whispered to persuade: "It's not about the principles of the country, the country, and the country. There is no point in enduring a beating."

Once these words were spoken, it was undoubtedly a big step, and those who were still insisting also climbed down.

Honestly, just by saying a few words to the trend and enduring a sentence of punishment, can he still be famous throughout the ages? The bigger the incident got, the more embarrassing it became. I quickly finished writing and went home. Others may not know that I was caught.

 Once they figured it out, everyone wrote quickly.

"This lord can go." Seeing the junior official who started writing the letter put it down, the Jinlin guard smiled and let him go after checking the guarantee letter, completely unable to see the ferocious look just now. The captured officials finished writing and left one after another, and finally only Zhao Langzhong remained.

"Why hasn't this gentleman written yet?" He Qingxiao looked over indifferently.

Zhao Langzhong's face turned pale with pain. Under the gaze of those cold and unemotional eyes, he had to squeeze out a sentence: "I can't move my hands..."

The handsome young man raised his eyebrows slightly: "If I can't write with my right hand, doesn't it mean I still have my left hand?"

Jin Linwei on the side gave Zhao Langzhong a rough shove: "Didn't you hear what our adults said? I can't bear the pain at all. Do you want to have a taste of the soldering iron?"

 Mr. Zhao shivered and said in a trembling voice: "I, I write..."

 He stretched out his left hand and picked up the pen.

He Qingxiao’s calm eyes flashed slightly.

People's subconscious movements are difficult to control. As soon as Zhao Langzhong's left hand held the pen, it was obvious that he had practiced it.

 “My lord, he has written it.”

He Qingxiao walked over, looked at it, and said calmly: "Take it out."

  Mr. Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.

 “Let’s go.” Two Jinlin guards, one on the left and one on the right, walked out with Langzhong Zhao in between.

 Doctor Zhao was in the state of relaxation when he finally escaped from danger. He didn't realize that he was any different from others when he went out, until he was pushed into a torture room.

 Wrong!

 He turned around suddenly and saw the young man walking over slowly.

He Qingxiao raised her head slightly, and the door of the torture room was suddenly closed.

Zhao Langzhong's face changed drastically: "Master He, what do you mean?"

 He ​​Qingxiao held up the letter of guarantee that Mr. Zhao had just written in front of him: "Mr. Zhao is a great talent and writes so beautifully with his left hand."

 Zhao Lang's heart trembled, and he finally felt that something was wrong.

Without giving Mr. Zhao much time to react, He Qingxiao raised another piece of paper: "Does Mr. Zhao know this?"

 The moment he saw the writing on the paper clearly, Mr. Zhao's pupils shrank and he couldn't hide his panic.

How could it be in the hands of He Qingxiao!

 “Mr. Zhao?”

Mr. Zhao suddenly came back to his senses and opened his mouth to deny: "I don't know the official—"

 “Yan Chao.” He Qingxiao shouted.

 “The humble position is here.”

He Qingxiao glanced at Mr. Zhao, his eyes unmoved: "It's rare for Mr. Zhao to come to Beizhen Fusi, please treat me well."

“Yes.” Yan Chao squeezed his hands together, making a squeaking sound, and then stretched out his hand.

 Immediately, a Jinlin guard handed over the long whip.

This long whip is specially made by Jinlinwei. It is covered with barbs and appears a suspicious dark red color.

With just one stroke of the whip, Mr. Zhao realized that life was worse than death.

This kind of pain that goes deep into the bone marrow is completely different from the pain of a dislocated arm.

"Stop it, yes, it was written by me..." Before the third whip fell, Mr. Zhao shouted in a hissing voice.

 He Qingxiao raised his hand, and Yan Chao stepped aside with his whip in hand.

“Then please tell me, Mr. Zhao, who do you take orders from?”

 (End of this chapter)