The dungeon was dark and humid, and even the air was filled with an unpleasant smell of rot. Yao Si sat quietly against the wall, while the woman with a scattered head in the cell next door leaned over to speak.

"What did the little girl do? She was arrested at such a big age. How did she judge the law?"

Yao Si turned his head and smiled: "The death penalty is light."

"Ah?" The old woman was obviously startled and thought to herself that this girl must have committed murder, but such a young girl can still kill people?!

She looked Yao Si up and down half-believingly, and looked harmlessly, and thought to herself that it was true that people and animals were not good, but she still had some understanding in her heart, "The world is not good now, so how can you understand good people and bad people? The little girl is afraid that she has to force her."

Yao Si raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and as the iron chains collided with a shocking crisp sound, she glanced at the old woman, and before the yamen runner arrived, she said in a low voice:

"I am a student of Yangshan Academy chosen by Lord Fu. If you have a way to send this news to Jingzhao Yin, I will find a way to protect you out."

The old woman's eyes were rolling, and before she could ask in detail, Yao Si was taken out by the yamen runners. She was puzzled. Isn't this just to see Jingzhao Yin? Why did she ask her to find a way to hand over the phone?

Yao Si finally looked back at the old woman, with expectations and begging in her eyes. The old woman saw it and thought to herself, "I care about him." This girl looked kind-hearted. Even if she had something to ask for, she could get something herself. Why not help her? Thinking of this, the old woman knocked on the broken bowl with chopsticks and sang the opera.

The old woman first sang opera and sang opera well. She was imprisoned and did not forget her old profession. She sang a song from time to time.

These yamen runners were so happy that they could listen to free operas, so they developed a habit. Whenever they heard the old woman singing, the idle yamen runners would lean over to listen to operas.

"Go away quickly--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Yao Si followed him out obediently, and the lights gradually became brighter along the way, and finally came to the interrogation room.

Mubai sat upright in front of him, looking Yao Si up and down with his eyes slanted. Although he was holding his face, he still showed some surprise in his eyes. He really didn't expect that the other party was a little girl with a stinky breast.

There were three burly yamen runners standing on the left and right. It was thought that they were for thugs, so Yao Si showed fear and looked around uneasy.

"Tell me, who instructed you to write that poem? If you tell me honestly, I will not make things difficult for you. Otherwise, you can choose it yourself, and there are many things here that I serve you."

Yao Si's eyes fell on a row of snatches hanging on the wooden rack next to him, and his eyes were filled with fear. He immediately shook his head and said in a crying voice: "Sir, I don't know what poems - what instructions, I must have made some mistakes."

Mubai had known that she wanted to make such an excuse. After all, nine out of ten prisoners called him wronged. He sneered: "It seems that he would not shed tears without seeing the coffin----"

He winked at the torture rack, and the yamen runner immediately stepped forward, and walked past each torture instrument with his hands, but his eyes were sharply staring at Yao Si. When he saw the latter's extremely frightened expression in his eyes, he smiled and took off the zither and handed it to Mubai.

"Have you seen this thing?" Mu Bai smiled sinisterly, "If you are clamped with your fingers, even a man must beg for mercy. If your girl's family is useless, you will probably have no hope for the rest of your life."

Yao Si was so scared that he could only kneel and climb back, but the yamen runners held his head down and couldn't move. He cried and shook his head: "Sir, I really don't know what you are talking about. Even if you die, you have to make people understand. I came from Xiaxiang County and came to Beijing for the purpose of-----"

Mubai was not in the mood to listen to her nonsense. He expected that Yao Si was from Xin Zhongqiao, and he would not listen to these defenses. Now he wanted to ask Yao Si to sign and seal it immediately.

He did not want to be merciful, and he did not need to be kind, not to mention that he was from the Xin family. As long as he could breathe a sigh of relief, Mu Bai slapped the table and said viciously: "This woman doesn't want to help, she will not eat toast and eat the punishment. Come on, I will be punished."

Two yamen runners stepped forward and grabbed Yao Si's hands so that she could not break free. The other two pressed her shoulders so that she could not move. Yao Si could only look at the slut in horror and put the slut on his ten fingers.

"Ah----" A shrill scream rang in the cell, her fingers connected to the heart, Yao Si was trembling all over, her forehead was sweating, and the corners of her mouth were bleeding due to the severe bite, but she was unaware of it.

A pair of blood-red eyes looked at her fingers. If this continues, I am afraid that my hands will be ruined. It is almost time to go. She loosened her clenched teeth and shouted weakly: "Sir---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Mubai showed a proud look on his face, waved his hand and asked the executioner to temporarily retreat, sneering: "If you speak early, you don't need to suffer this kind of flesh and blood. Tell me, who instructed you."

Yao Si shook his head, pondered the words and cried: "I was originally a candidate in Xiaxiang County, Youzhou. I failed the exam in Naihe County. I heard that there was a book club in Yuezhou, so I left home. I hope------"

"I don't want to listen to your nonsense. I just say who instructed you to write the poem. If you feel afraid, since you are a candidate, you will be able to write. If you write the name of the person behind the scenes, I will save you from suffering."

Mu Bai ordered the yamen runners to take the signed and sealed documents in front of Yao Si.

Yao Si held the pen tremblingly, but because he was shaking hard, he couldn't write a word, and only some traces of ghostly talismans were left on the paper.

Mu Bai frowned, angry, and glared at the execution yamen runners. The force used was so strong that it was difficult to sign and seal. Isn’t this delaying his business?

"Sir------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Mu Bai was angry, and he was about to find out the truth. As long as he had this document, even if Xin Zhongqiao had no choice, he would never get good results. He had made great contributions in front of Qiu Wanao. Isn’t the promotion and wealth just around the corner?

"What's the matter?"

The yamen runner looked at Yao Si in embarrassment, and walked forward carefully and said, "I heard that this girl is the student whom Lord Fu recommended to Yangshan Academy, which is what everyone said, the only female student who has not been seen in more than ten years."

Mu Bai was shocked and said angrily: "Absurdly, she was arrested from the Xin family courtyard. Why is she the person who recommended him? Where do you hear this?"

The yamen runner also thought this was ridiculous. Since he was the one who recommended him, how could he have something to do with the Xin family? But the old woman said so sincerely, thinking that if it was true, she would be considered an indelible contribution.

He decided to take a gamble and suggested: "If you are not afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of one. Why don't you take someone to help you verify it yourself? If it is true, this will be the wrong person."

Mu Bai shivered all over and his heart became more and more afraid. If he really caught the wrong person, wouldn't this be? He didn't dare to think about it. After thinking about it, he would still try to verify it. If it was not, it would not be too late to ask for the crime again. So he immediately asked someone to tie Yao Si up and took him with him and hurried to Qiu's mansion.

However, things were unpredictable, and Mu Bai never expected that Xin Zhongqiao had already sent someone to guard outside the yamen. Seeing him bringing the prisoner out, the Xin family went forward without saying a word to surround him.

"Mr. Mu is indeed brave. He heard that he had captured the person who wrote the poem against the contrary. He was going to send him to the palace to interrogate the emperor himself?"

Mu Bai was panicked. This person was Xin Gui, the confidant under Xin Zhongqiao. Since he came in person, this matter was not so easy.

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First, I would like to apologize to everyone. After breaking for so long, I am not strong enough. To be honest, from 2013 to now, I have completed four books intermittently. Each of them is a dismal management. I know that I am not talented enough, so I can only write them silently as an interest. However, this book, from the beginning to now, the data is really terrible. Sometimes I really doubt whether someone is reading it. Maybe the story is extremely boring, maybe I am not the same piece of writing material, and it is also because of this. The new pit is more than 200,000 yuan, and I finally made my heart feel strong.

I don't know what the meaning of writing it, what the text that no one reads, what the meaning is, it's also this relationship. Adding the previous four books is the same, and the patience was wiped out in an instant, so I gave up and stopped updating it. It's been about one or two months, and I was still extremely reluctant to leave it, but I didn't dare to pick up the pen again. I'm just a timid person, afraid of seeing such data, afraid of admitting my incompetence, but in fact, I'm really incompetent. I started to update again this time, and suddenly, I figured out one thing, I'm still young and have no other hands.

The work ability is very boring, and there is no future for every day. Maybe I am unwilling to give up. I don’t want to live like a retirement at the most motivated age. I decided to accept my incompetence, but I didn’t compromise. I knew I didn’t have the talent for writing, and there were not many people who knew that I could read it. Since that’s the case, what’s the harm? I just wrote silently. This is not motivation. At most, I’m not willing to stick to it. I am really unwilling to do so. I have persisted for these years, all based on my preferences, so I can still do it now.

There is a preference that can make me struggle every day, maybe not many. This is my dream. I know that dreams are not so easy to realize, and even die in ten days. It doesn't matter. Thinking of the people around me who can't tell what their dreams are, I am very glad that at least, at least I still have a dream that is persistent. Even if it is dim now, it may not be shining in the future, but it doesn't matter. Many years later, I will probably be glad that I didn't give up so easily at the beginning. No matter what the result is, I will not regret the future----
Chapter completed!