Liu Qingyun's back was burning, and his hands were sweating, but the purple gold bell was still tied to his chest.

The lamps in the Punishment Hall were darker than those in the death row. Liu Qingyun only saw a large area of ​​blackness. The little bit of burning heat in the middle of the Punishment Hall was making a sizzling sound, which was the charcoal that could cook people.

With this red light from the charcoal basin, Liu Qingyun saw all kinds of torture instruments, from tiger benches covered with black blood to new heart signs. Many well-known or unknown torture instruments flashed a little bit of a sharp cold light from time to time, and couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning.

This is the Linzhou Prefecture Punishment Hall that even the heroes of the iron can’t stand!

Just when Liu Qingyun was so brave that someone grabbed his collar and shouted loudly: "You brave thief, you are not really a real move!"

The roar was like thunder, which made Liu Qingyun shook unconsciously, but someone pulled her collar hard, and she almost fell to the ground.

What caught my eye was the ill-faced face of the chief detective Ding Zhao, with a fierce look on his face, as if he could swallow his whole person into the fierce look: "Liu Qingyun, you can just call him!"

The roar of the thunder made Liu Qingyun unable to react. Ding Zhao had already picked up Liu Qingyun and shouted: "Do you know me? This is Mr. Ding Zhaoding, the chief chief of Linzhou Prefecture. Even if he is made of steel, he will turn into water when he comes to my punishment hall! He won't give it to me - attract it!!!"

Liu Qingyun hung in the air, feeling breathless, and was so shocked by Ding Zhao that he came back to his senses after a while.

There were countless thoughts in his mind, and one thought told him: "If you make a move, you can't deal with them!"

"No!" He quickly rejected the suggestion: "I have nothing to do! Don't forget that you still have Liu Jinling!"

He recalled his short half of his life and had an emotion that could not be suppressed: "I, Liu Qingyun Lielie, have lived in the world for nineteen years and had done many wrong things. I'm sorry for many people, but..."

"Looking back on the past, I want to make up for many mistakes I have made and apologize to many people, but I have never done anything wrong that violates the Daqi law!"

Liu Qingyun now has many regrets in his heart, and regrets the mistakes he has made and apologizes to those who have hurt them, but he cannot find any violation of the laws of the Great Qi and even to be imprisoned.

What caught my eye was Ding Zhao's murderous face, which made people frightened, but Liu Qingyun was unwilling to admit his guilt so unknown and even involved more innocent people. This was his bottom line in life.

Especially the weakest part of his heart, after thinking of that figure, he almost bit his teeth and shouted: "I am innocent, why are you guilty of being innocent!"

"Boom..." Liu Qingyun felt that he had flew out, and his bones were about to break when he hit the stone slab. There was no place in his body that was not hurt, but he shouted in his mouth: "I am not guilty!"

He was very pleased with his choice. He was unwilling to cling to those innocent people, even if they had any understanding with him.

But he also knew clearly that it was the morning light and bright moonlight that gave him the courage.

"Punishment!"

Before Liu Qingyun could come back, the two men had already hung him up. The hands tightly tied by the hemp rope carried the weight of their whole body, as if they were torn apart. The struggle with all their strength was exchanged for more pain. Liu Qingyun only hoped that these two hands would no longer belong to him.

Ding Zhao looked at the charcoal basin with malicious intentions, drew Liu Qingyun, and sneered and whipped: "You are innocent? What did you do in the death row? As an official from the Great Qi Dynasty, he was involved in those death row prisoners with ill intentions, which was a death row crime!"

He was very angry in his chest. Liu Qingyunhai was just sitting and sitting in a quiet manner just now, but he cleaned up his face. He had been the chief constable for five years, but he had never enjoyed such a glory in front of the prisoner.

Blood burst out, and Liu Qingyun had never suffered such a serious crime since childhood, but she still gritted her teeth: "What's the matter... It's just that some of these death row prisoners can recognize me!"

Ding Zhao let out a long sigh, but he didn't expect that such a mistake occurred in his plan, and he actually forgot Liu Qingyun's identity.

An official, even a poor scholar, was taken to death with a death row for a crime, would cause a huge storm. Even between death row prisoners, there will always be a deep gap between officials and the people.

Not to mention that the Daqi governs the country with mercy. As long as it is not a serious crime of treason, even if a civil servant kills someone, as long as he can join the efforts of a group of colleagues, he will probably be sentenced to lifelong exile. In other words, since he entered the death row, he has become the only person who may be alive.

Liu Qingyunqiang defended himself: "They knew me and wanted to ask me to copy some paper letters. As for paper and ink, they have their own way!"

"Fart!" Ding Zhao whipped out another whip, and it was only painful that Liu Qingyun shook his hands and feet hard, and screamed in his mouth: "I have the final say, you are just ill-intentioned, you are just colluding with bandits! We don't believe you, the dead prisoners, are just silly words!"

Liu Qingyun struggled for a long time before he stopped, but he was still air conditioning in his mouth. He heard Ding Zhao scolding again: "I don't think we don't know what is hidden in your desk? The guards of our Linzhou Prefecture are deploying defenses..."

Before he could finish his words, Liu Qingyun had already said first: "It was found in the lower left corner of my desk drawer? It was from Linzhou Zhi... Yes, in Volume 7, Volume 7, Page 210!"

His expression suddenly became focused: "Yes, Linzhou Chronicles Volume 7! Page 216 of the Bing Zhi Volume is the book compiled by the former magistrate, which is today's prefect, and I copied it by myself, absolutely not wrong!"

Ding Zhao felt that the situation was a bit out of his control. He did find a lot of texts related to the local army in Linzhou Prefecture in Liu Qingyun's bookstore, and some of them were similar to Huajianji and Youxian Cave.

Originally, he had to throw this out as evidence of crime, but now he could only fuck the mother of the former magistrate. It would be fine to compile the official chronicles, so why bother to include military matters such as the local inspection garrison, which would make himself embarrassed.

How could he know that whether it is the prefecture and county annals or genealogies, the editor always wants to keep a fame for a lifetime, so it is inevitable that some materials that should not be compiled into are also included. In addition to being very talented in reading golden inscriptions and bird seals, Liu Qingyun also knows how to collect the precious materials he wants in the local annals.

But Ding Zhao quickly laughed. So what if he was embarrassed, he still had the advantage. Not to mention the many immortals standing behind him, it was as simple as relying on his own power to deal with a little clerk without a background or kill an ant. Moreover, there are so many immortals behind him - they are immortals!

"Master Chief Constable, there are many documents like this in my house, including patrol and garrison, and mountains and rivers!" Liu Qingyun relaxed a little and tried his best to defend himself: "I have read all the records of state, county, and dynasty military service compiled by the old prime minister! I am innocent!"

That's enough. He doesn't mean that the words he copied often involve military affairs, and in his collection, there are some erotic books that have been banned and destroyed many times - this is already on the verge of violating the criminal law.

"Fart..." Ding Zhao's eyes became even more fierce. He sneered and looked at Liu Qingyun who tried his best to defend himself: "You are the iron-killed King Kong, the true immortal who came down to earth. When you meet your uncle Ding Zhaoding, you will use all kinds of flowers, three chrysanthemums, and Su Qin's sword on his back, and keep it into a pool of soft mud!"

As he said that, he shook his eyes. Several very smart men prepared charcoal basins and were ready to torture instruments. Ding Zhao shook the whip that was two fingers wide and was about to slap Liu Qingyun again, but he heard that Liu Qingyun suddenly spoke.

"Captain Ding... Say it, what do you want me to do!"

Liu Qingyun was injured all over his body, but he had a faint smile on his face. As long as Liu Jinling was still on his body, he would have absolute confidence.

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