After I was reborn, I was scumbag

Chapter 32

"My lord!" Xia Tong didn't care about his superiority, he strode forward to block Murong Xing's path, and said in a trembling voice, "My lord, since ancient times, there has never been a person with a title of title sitting in a prison cart, my lord, think twice!"

The roads on both sides gradually gathered a lot of people, the guards of Dali Temple could not disobey the order of the fourth prince, but also did not dare to be too presumptuous with Murong Xing, so they could only stand aside and wait quietly.

As time goes by, the gossip becomes more and more unscrupulous, like a mouse crawling out of the shadows, "squeaking".

"That's Prince Pingxi, right? Why does it look like he's about to be escorted into a prison cart by officers and soldiers?"

"What son, you didn't listen to His Majesty's edict that this person had an affair with a dancer girl from Wei State, and he is treasonous!"

"Treason? That's a serious crime to exterminate the nine clans! The Wei people burned, killed and looted in our girders. My eldest son is guarding the border in the northwest. He hasn't come back for several years, and he is still collaborating with the enemy?"

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Murong Xing let out a breath slowly. The sight of the people lining up the road to see him off when he led his troops out a month ago was still in front of him. In the blink of an eye, he became a traitor despised by Daliang people based on an imperial decree that had not yet been concluded. .

There were several bloodshot streaks in the pitch-black phoenix eyes, which reflected heavily on the simple prison car not far away, and finally all emotions were annihilated in a pale cold color.

He blocked Xia Tong with his hand, his handsome face became thinner due to the rush on the road, neither sad nor happy.

"Since it is the law of this dynasty, I naturally have no reason not to obey it."

Several guards looked at each other when they heard the words, and immediately stepped forward to fasten the shackles on Murong Xing's hands and feet, saying "offended".

The heavy iron chain slammed, and the young man's slender and dignified figure seemed to be stained by something suddenly, and it pressed invisiblely on his spine.

Even though the figure with broad shoulders and narrow waist is still tall and tall, the coldness, gloom, and mockery exuding from the young man's body are not in line with his age, all of which make people feel an inexplicable sadness.

To go from the city gate to Dali Temple, the prison van must pass through the most prosperous street in Chang'an.

Whether it's the young master in brocade clothes or the beggar in shabby clothes, they all set their sights on the young man in black in the prison car.

In one day, the news that Pingxi Hou Shizi was detained in Dali Temple for collaborating with the enemy and treason immediately spread throughout Chang'an City, and spread to various towns in Daliang along with the merchants coming and going.

"What did you say?"

In the camp of the Jiayuguan defenders, the urgent report was sent to Shaoguan's camp as soon as it arrived at the army.

Dong Jiu heard the young man's stern question, and leaned over to submit the report: "Your Majesty has ordered the three divisions to interrogate, and the fourth prince will be in charge of the case. Right now, Prince Murong is being held in the cell of Dali Temple, and no one is allowed to visit him. .”

Shao Guan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his voice was a little hoarse: "What do you mean being imprisoned in the Dali Temple Prison? Hasn't Father summoned him?"

"No. I heard that as soon as the son entered the city, he was escorted into a prison car."

"Prisoner car?" A trace of anger flashed across the peach blossom eyes, and Shao Guan's hand holding the newspaper was squeezed a little bit, and the paper in his hand was quickly twisted into a ball by him.

"Fourth brother is really majestic."

Shao Ting is a man of great success and great ambition, but he has no inkling, and most of his actions are based on the ideas of the staff around him.

The most valued staff member around Shao Ting is undoubtedly Yang Ling.

It's a pity that in the last life, until his death, Shao Ting didn't know that the son of the prime minister who he regarded as his confidant was actually a wolf in sheep's clothing. Whenever he got the chance, he would take the entire girder as his own, and then take the original His master tore and bit down so hard that there was not even a bone left.

Shao Guan lowered his eyes, staring at the twisted ball of paper in his hand, got up and paced slowly in the tent, the more he thought about this matter, the more worries in his heart gathered into a dark cloud.

He was afraid that Shao Ting would treat him harshly because of his position as Prince Murong Xing's attendant, and he was even more afraid that he would fabricate some evidence. Now that he was in the northwest, even if he wanted to, he couldn't take care of Chang'an...

Seeing His Royal Highness's expression getting more and more gloomy, Dong Jiu couldn't help persuading her in a low voice: "Your Highness, don't worry, although most of the officials in Dali Temple are the followers of the Fourth Prince, after all, there are still the Ministry of Punishment and the Inspector's Office, so they definitely won't Wronged the son of the world."

"But what kind of place is the Dali Temple and the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice... How many of the people who were sent in came out with all their tails?"

There are a lot of shady punishments in it, which can torture people so that they can't see any injuries on the outside, but they are dying, and life is worse than death.

"tick".

A drop of translucent blood gathered at the end of the long needle piercing the flesh, passed through the thin callus of the fingertips, dripped on the cold floor tiles, and dissipated invisible.

Murong Xing closed his eyes tightly, and sat on a wooden chair. He was wearing a clean white prison uniform, without any blood stains, only his long and dense eyelashes were soaked in sweat. one time.

The jailer on the side had just received Yang Ling's order, saying that he must use the most ruthless methods in the prison to torture, but don't let others see the difference.

Even though he was muttering in his heart, the jailer didn't dare to disobey his order. He picked up the long and thin silver needle and stabbed it along Murong Xing's palm all the way to the spine.

The young man raised his head slightly, his slightly protruding Adam's apple rolled up and down slightly, his graceful neck and jaw were stretched to the extreme, and even the blue blood vessels were faintly visible.

The jade-colored face had never been paler than before, as if it had been painted with white paint, and the front of his clothes was drenched with cold sweat.

But the dark room was so silent, Murong Xing didn't even let out a groan from his throat, after the last needle was pierced, even the jailer felt a little terrified.

He has seen too many dignitaries and outlaws enter here, this silver needle seems to leave an invisible wound, but it can break open all the way to the bone.

Every time this kind of punishment is used, there is no need to pierce ten fingers, and the prisoner will cry in pain and cry for his father and mother, wishing to sign and draw a pledge immediately.

It was the first time he saw a person who had finished piercing the silver needles without even making a sound.

The jailer put his hand under Murong Xing's nose, breathed out, and asked in a sharp voice as Yang Ling taught him: "Your Majesty, don't hold on. Long Yan is furious when His Majesty learns about this. I'm afraid that the whole residence of Marquis Pingxi will be implicated."

Murong Xing slowly loosened his jaw, his pitch-black eyes were deeper than the opaque dark room, reflecting the flickering candlelight not far away.

The pain from all over his body was like countless ants gnawing on him, it was excruciatingly painful, but now he was almost numb.

"I have a clear conscience... I have nothing to confess."

The hoarse voice was cold and indifferent, and in the end it was almost a breathless voice.

The jailer was a little at a loss, and hurriedly turned his head to glance at the corner of the dark room. Yang Ling, who was dressed in a white shirt, narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded indiscernibly towards him.

"Since the son refuses to tell the truth, he will have to suffer again..."