roccoschili Chapter 177 Secret Trial
Chapter 177 Secret Trial
The black-clothed man brought a chair and sat down on it. Zheng sipped his hot tea leisurely, then opened his wrinkled eyelids and stared at the half-dead Yang Jinlang in the cell, and said slowly: "Five days ago, His Royal Highness King Jing secretly ordered the arrest of the county magistrates of Wuxian, Yong'an, Houyang, Xiaban and other seven counties in Ning and En states, as well as their subordinates, including the county magistrate, the silver officer, and the engineering officer, a total of five people."
Yang Jinlang shuddered all over.
"Two months ago, when Prince Jing secretly visited Ningzhou, he had been keeping a close eye on your movements. He knew who had said what to the barbarians and what they had done. This time, twelve people were arrested at the same time, and you had no way to communicate in advance. Add to that the severe torture, and someone will confess under the great mental and physical strain." Lord Zheng took another sip of tea, spat out a mouthful of tea leaves leisurely, and spoke casually as if he was chatting about family matters, "Lord Yang, you are a smart man. Listen to my kind advice and confess everything, so you won't suffer too much. The prince has something to say, whoever confesses something useful will be considered to have made meritorious contributions and will be exempted from the death penalty for stealing the country on the spot."
Yang Jinlang lying on the ground remained silent, as if he were dead.
Lord Zheng twitched his eyelids, and as if remembering something, he continued, "Yes, Lord Yang refused to confess, so he must have a weakness in the hands of the barbarians... It seems that your father has not returned to visit his family for a while, right?"
Yang Jinlang's ears moved slightly, and after a while, he laughed crazily and said, "...Sir Zheng, there is no need to waste your breath. Ningzhou is finished."
His voice, which had not spoken for several days, was extremely hoarse, making him look like a demon from the underworld.
After hearing this, Lord Zheng calmly said, "Lord Yang, do you think your barbarian master is more omnipotent than Prince Jing?"
Yang Jinlang twitched the corner of his mouth and treated the words as nonsense.
"Suha."
The words were like a bombshell that blew Yang Jinlang's brain. He turned his head with difficulty to look at Mr. Zheng, his bloodstained eyes wide open, full of disbelief.
"Hahahaha, Lord Yang has been in office for half a year, but his emotions are still clearly visible on his face." Lord Zheng's old face wrinkled with laughter, but his eyes suddenly sparkled. "With such great mental and physical fatigue, even Lord Yang is bound to show some flaws."
Lord Zheng put down his teacup and said politely to the man in black, "Please report to the prince and tell him that I have lived up to his trust. I can send a message to Lord Fang in Weizhou to ask for the antidote for Su He."
The man in black cupped his hands: "Yes."
"hahahahahahahaha!"
Lord Zheng and the black-clothed man all looked at the madman on the ground who was laughing wildly for no apparent reason. Yang Jinlang patted the blood off his body, endured the pain and sat up against the wall, looking extremely happy: "Su He? You are lying to me, Lord Zheng, but it's a pity that your lie is in vain. Not to mention that Su He's poison is difficult to cure, even if you can really make an antidote for Su He, it's useless now."
Lord Zheng narrowed his eyes and said, "It is just as the prince said. You really adjusted the toxicity and made a new Su He."
The man in black secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The play is over, and now what I want to ask is the real answer.
Yang Jinlang, however, seemed to have given up and changed his previous secretive attitude, and started to talk nonstop: "The new Su He kills people invisibly. In just a blink of an eye, he can end the lives of tens of thousands of White Tiger Army soldiers."
Lord Zheng: "Now even if I ask you what Xin Suhe is, you won't tell me."
"What is Xin Suhe... you can figure it out for yourselves."
"In just a blink of an eye, tens of thousands of White Tiger Army soldiers could have been killed... The barbarians really underestimated the White Tiger Army and the Three Southern Wonders." Lord Zheng waved his sleeves and said calmly, "Forget it, I'll ask Lord Yang again when he's willing to talk."
The interrogation was over, and the men in black sent Lord Zheng away, leaving only the echo of Yang Jinlang's strange laughter in the dungeon.
In July of the fourth year of Xiangyuan, a 50,000-man army of the Southern Barbarians invaded the border of Ningzhou. King Jing activated the giant stone maze, one of the three most beautiful sights in the south. The White Tiger Army commander Qiao Juchong personally led a 100,000-man army to fight. This was a foolproof strategy, but it turned out to be a complete failure. The White Tiger Army was defeated in the first battle, with a total of 1,721 soldiers killed. The remaining troops retreated step by step, and finally retreated to Ningzhou under the cover of the giant stone maze.
When the news reached Ningzhou, the people were in an uproar.
Wu County.
Lin Chuqi was working hard in the big house that was about to be completed, smashing and banging, sweating all over, trying to calm himself down.
Wu County is very close to the border battlefield, so close that on the day when the two armies fought, he could even hear faint screams.
His head was buzzing, and he suddenly found himself back to the tragic Thirteen States Rebellion a few years ago.
The government responded quickly by blocking the path for the people to climb the city wall. A White Tiger Army soldier who was on duty that day knelt on the side of the road and vomited violently. When the people asked him about it, he looked terrified and just said that people should never climb the wall.
Now even a fool could understand that the White Tiger Army had not only lost, but also suffered a crushing defeat. Once the front-line soldiers lost ground one after another, the first to suffer would be the nearest Wu County.
Some people have packed their bags and left Wu County with their families, but many people are still waiting and watching. It's not that they are reluctant to leave their hometown, but some are a family of more than ten and it is difficult to leave, and some are reluctant to give up their family business that they have worked hard to earn. Everyone has their own difficulties, so every day they are trembling with fear on the streets to ask each other about the situation, hoping that the war will take a turn for the better tomorrow.
With a "click", Lin Chuqi came to his senses and found that he had broken the wood.
"Re-sharpen it. It's useless now."
Lin Chuqi looked up and found Qiaoqiao holding a bag of hot stove-baked buns and handed one to him: "Do you want to wash your hands or should I feed you?"
Lin Chuqi looked at his hands which were covered with sawdust and dust, rubbed them on his body in a very sloppy manner, and took the steamed bun.
Qiaoqiao: "...You are so rough."
Lin Chuqi didn't want to argue with her, so she asked listlessly, "Is there still anyone selling steamed buns at this time?"
"Of course there is. What will happen if the business stops? Will the people starve?"
"Many people have left, why doesn't the steamed bun seller leave?"
"What are we going to eat when we leave? How can you be so ungrateful after getting such an advantage?"
"How can running for your life compare to starving?"
"..." He couldn't even start a fight. It seemed that Lin Chuqi was really afraid of war and was at a loss. Qiaoqiao sighed and said softly, "If you are really scared, let Brother Cheng take you back to Weizhou."
Lin Chuqi took a bite of the baked bun and chewed it carefully. After a while, she looked at Qiaoqiao with confusion and doubt in her eyes: "Aren't you afraid?"
"What's there to be afraid of?"
Qiaoqiao patted the main beam beside her and said, "With Brother Cheng here, we won't die. But if I leave before I finish building the house, I'll be really anxious."