Tang Wudi was worried about his mother's body, so he went back after a quick announcement.

The King of Shan was still kneeling on the other side of the imperial tent. He had to wait until Jinlong Palace confirmed that he was not there before he could save his life and go home.

"What a pity. If I came a few days later, there would be fun to watch." Zhuang Rou yawned and muttered dissatisfiedly.

There are so many assassinations against the royal family in Qingliang Kingdom. If she stayed for a longer period of time, she would see more.

Not to mention that the prince robbed his father's throne, even the pig-killer who came out of nowhere was struck by lightning and never died. He dared to say that he was destined to rebel with the pig-killer knife.

It is said that the Qingliang people are brave but not scheming, impulsive and reckless, all because of these things, not to mention the ordinary thing that can draw swords in the street when they are disagreeing.

Zhuang Rou went back to sleep. The Qingliang court was in chaos. The busyness of Ye Jinlong Palace and the emperor had nothing to do with her.

She thought that when she fell asleep, she could almost go back to Ningyang City to resolve the matter. Unexpectedly, the matter was not over, and she also transferred the imperial guards overnight, surrounding all the camp tents like iron buckets, and no one could leave half a step.

This is no longer possible to inform.

The ministers and powerful men who knelt on the imperial tent last night were still there, but they changed from kneeling to sitting on the ground, drinking ginger soup in their robes.

Emperor Hongye was so angry that he returned to the palace early in the morning. Even if such a thing happened, he could not give up other official duties.

He handed over the matter to Jinlong Palace for investigation, and sent two old ministers who had absolutely not been involved in the matter and were early on being excluded from the suspect by Jinlong Palace to assist in the investigation, so he went back.

Otherwise, these people would not dare to sit down at all, for fear of losing their heads when they move.

Chunwei, which was originally laughing and cheerful, has now become like a funeral. In addition, many people have died and injured, and there is a sense of desolation everywhere.

Especially those families who were taken away by Jinlong Palace and were not released overnight were all in panic and could not get any news even if they asked everywhere.

On the contrary, no one cared about Zhuang Rou. Although she could not leave the Jinlong Palace camp, no one was in trouble for her. Tang Wudi did not show up. It was really not easy for Shanwang and the others to kneel there at the age of a person.

It was not until the fifth day that Zhuang Rou was called over.

The place for interrogation is behind the imperial tent. The Empress Dowager and Emperor Hongye walked together. No matter how powerful the Jinlong Palace is, the Empress Dowager cannot be locked up for interrogation.

However, none of the concubines, except for the queen, could go back.

They all complained in their hearts that the queen could go back? If she said that rebellion was not more suspicious, and if the emperor died, she would be the queen mother.

Although I can't tell where being a queen is better than a queen, the little concubine who doesn't even have a son is detained here, so how could she go back with a big swagger?

Zhuang Rou entered the tent that smelled blood and saw a person lying on the ground with hair disheveled on his head, covered in blood everywhere, and it seemed that he had suffered a lot of punishment.

It looks terrible, and the next person to be tortured will be his own feeling.

"This is a purposely slap in this way, right?" Zhuang Rou glanced at the people on the ground carefully, and then said to the old man with his head raised his head to reconcile the people sitting in the account.

Sitting in the middle is my grandfather Zhuang Chunshan. On one side is Zhuang Ye and on the other side are two elderly ministers, who look very high-quality.

Behind the four people stood a row of people with cold faces, all wearing black Jinlong Palace robes, without any color, and were different from other people who were dressed in colorful clothes.

A dead aura could be felt from them. Zhuang Rou, who was experienced and experienced, sniffed, and he was sure that these were the executioners.

But everyone is walking with her, and she is not afraid of them.

She smacked her lips, "If it weren't for this reason, it would be hard for me to imagine that this tortured injury was to force confession. This kind of terrible injury actually didn't hurt."

Doesn't it hurt?

The two ministers who had vomited completely lost their appetites in the past few days because the torture process was too bloody. They were all stunned.

One of the white-bearded old men couldn't help but say, "Do you have more powerful torture instruments?"

"Yes." Zhuang Rou said with an incredible look on her face, "You can't play the real thing, aren't you really doing it to scare people?"

Suddenly, the group of executioners looked at her with cold eyes, and they dared to despise their methods.

Zhuang Rou did not look at them, but looked at Zhuang Chunshan, "Sir, have you been aware of this person?"

Zhuang Chunshan smiled gently, "No, you can try it."

"Okay." Zhuang Rou responded without hesitation, without seeing who the person was, but just took out a roll of leather curtain from an iron tube on her waist.

The leather curtain opened, revealing eight steel needles that were as long as one finger and of different thicknesses.

She pulled out the thinnest needle and touched the man on the ground. The man didn't move at all. If it weren't for the ups and downs of his breathing, she would have thought he had died.

At the same time, Zhuang Rou suddenly stabbed the needle into the man's head.

The steel needle longer than the finger seemed to pierce a piece of tofu, without any resistance, and it pierced smoothly into the person's mind.

The person who had been tortured and was in a fainting state suddenly opened his eyes, screamed and rolled on the ground.

His face was twisted, and he tore his clothes apart and used his fingernails to desperately capture blood marks on his body.

After a moment, his tears and snot flowed out, making creepy screams.

Zhuang Rou stood aside and explained to the two stunned old men: "Just pricking the brain with a needle can cause great pain, and it is the pain that comes from the bones, and there is no escape."

"Of course, when the pain is too bad, people will faint, and then they will not feel the pain." She smiled and pulled out another needle, walked closer to the man who was already erect like a carp, and stabbed it into his head with one needle.

"As long as I pierce this place, I can prevent him from fainting. As long as I want, I can keep hurting him."

Zhuang Rou saw clearly that the person was blocked by his hair, with a bloody face, "Oh, who else did I say? It turned out to be Eunuch Wu. Don't worry, this trick will only make you feel in pain, and will not let you die. No matter how old you are, you will never die."

"Ah!" Eunuch Wu's mind was now clearer than ever, and the pain was doubled. He reached out to grab the steel needle on his head, but Zhuang Rou took off his arms and dislocated them directly.

He could do nothing except roll on the ground and scream.

The two old men felt their scalp numb. There were such cruel torture instruments in this world. They could not imagine how they would be used on themselves, and they could not even be in a coma.

At this time, Zhuang Rou suddenly pulled out a steel needle, and Eunuch Wu's pain suddenly disappeared. He fell to the ground, gasping vigorously, feeling relaxed as if he had died.

"Eunuch Wu, I can't bear to see you in such pain, so I let you rest for a while and wait until I count to ten before continuing." She smiled apologetically and started counting.

"one two three……"

Eunuch Wu screamed, "I will tell you, I will tell you everything, I have only one condition, don't let me be tortured anymore, just kill me!"

Zhuang Rou pouted and said, "This is not good. Who knows if you are coaxing us, just to avoid getting an injection. Why not do a few more rounds and get it again when it is almost done."

"No, I will never lie. Let me take it. I really can't stand it." Eunuch Wu cried and lay on the ground and cried bitterly.

This execution is different from execution. When he was taken away by Jinlong Palace, he had already thought that he could not survive and just wanted to keep the secret and at least some people could be saved.

But now he can't even ask for death. Even if he doesn't want to, he can't hold on.
Chapter completed!