Hou Biao was stunned when he was asked. He only knew that Li Zixun asked someone to open the medical book and studied it inside and out. In the end, he found nothing, so he asked someone to bind the book again before giving it to him.
But why Li Zixun did this, he had never asked, or even thought about it.
Whatever the master wants to do, he has his own reasons. As a servant, he has no qualifications to interfere and has never thought about it carefully.
He just needs to do what his master tells him to do.
So when Li Zian asked him this question, Hou Biao thought about it and suddenly felt that something was not right.
Hou Biao hurriedly kowtowed and said: "Your Majesty Wang Mingjian, I really don't know about my master's affairs. I am just a follower.
"As for the fact that the master asked someone to take apart the medical books and bind them back together, I heard it from other people in the house. I didn't see it with my own eyes, so I really don't know about it."
But Li Zian was not satisfied with this statement, and frowned slightly: "Come here, let me examine it!"
"yes!"
An expressionless middle-aged man came in, followed by two young people.
Although the middle-aged man walking in front looked ordinary, he even seemed to have no strength or energy to walk.
But Hou Biao had already felt a deep fear in his bones. He knew very well that in a high-class compound like the Prince's Mansion, the more such a person is, the more secretive he is.
Sure enough, after being greeted by several instruments of torture, Hou Biao's eyes were red, he was covered in sweat, and his clothes were as wet as if he had just been fished out of the water.
He lay on the ground like a beached fish, trying hard to breathe, but no matter how hard he tried, it seemed to be in vain.
His whole body seemed to have been completely dismantled and then put back together again. Every joint ached so much that he doubted his life and wished he could die immediately.
The middle-aged man seemed to have seen what he was thinking, or maybe everyone who came here to be tortured had the same idea.
He raised one corner of his lips and sneered: "Don't worry, it's not that easy to die. We all have old skills that have been passed down for many generations.
"Master wants you to die at any time. If you are short of a cup of tea, a stick of incense, or even a blink of an eye, it means I am not good at my studies!"
Hou Biao felt that the cold sweat that had just subsided suddenly came out again.
He cried and begged for mercy without any hope: "Master, I have told you everything I know. I really don't dare to hide anything."
Hou Biao's words were indeed not false. In the past half hour, he had already explained everything he could remember.
In fact, under the stimulation of pain, he even recalled the time when he wet the bed as a child.
It's a pity that the middle-aged man is not interested in these things. He sat on it leisurely, tapped the palm of his hand with the handle of the whip, and said without raising his eyelids: "It's okay, it's still early, let's grind slowly,
I guarantee that by the end, you can even remember what happened when your mother gave birth to you."
As he spoke, he suddenly flicked the whip in his hand.
The tip of the whip gently swept across Hou Biao's left face, as if someone had gently stroked it with his hand.
"But we have agreed that no matter what it is, we have to think it over before we talk about it. I will ask you again at any time. If you dare to lie to me and it is not right twice, then don't blame me for being merciless.
Already."
Hou Biao had already learned the lesson just now, so he didn't dare to respond at this time and nodded repeatedly.
Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man whipped him again with his backhand, this time hitting him loudly on the right side of his face.
"Talking to you, are you mute?"
Hou Biao had already lost his voice from crying for his father and mother just now. In order to avoid suffering any physical pain, he could only use all his strength to say loudly: "I will never dare to lie!"
"That's pretty much it!" The middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand, signaling his apprentice to continue.
Hou Biao's pitiful screams of pain immediately rang out in the room again. Occasionally he stopped to explain a few words, and then he continued to be tortured.
Not to mention, under such severe torture, he actually got some useful information, and it was a trivial matter that he had long forgotten and finally found out from the gaps in his memory.
On his way to Huguang, he met a killer from Prince Ren's Mansion.
"The killer of Prince Ren's Mansion? You saw it in your dream when you were drunk, right? Will he show you a violent attack?"
"I don't dare to lie. In fact, I have been good at distinguishing different people by their steps and body shapes since I was a child. So even though that person has changed his appearance, he can't change his walking habit.
"When Prince He and Prince Ren worked together on errands for the emperor, I met that man once. I heard from my master that that man was the most powerful secret guard under Prince Ting, and he had never failed.
The killer—Jiarong!"
Li Zi'an heard the report from his subordinates and was glad that Hou Biao had only seen Mrs. Tong and not Miss Shen. Otherwise, Shen Tianshu's double-identity trick would have been like paper in front of him, and would be broken with a single poke.
"Jiarong? The top killer of Prince Ren's Mansion?" He sneered, "All the killers with the title of A have been sent out. Li Ziting has really spent a lot of money this time!"
"Take Hou Biao and search him carefully in the city. I'll see where he can go this time!"
Hou Biao was already bruised and bruised by the torture instruments, and he grimaced in pain even if he moved casually.
So although it was hard and dangerous to search for Jia Rong on the streets, he would do anything as long as he could leave this hellish prison cell on earth.
Two guards carried him from house to house to identify people.
Maybe it was because he had already checked it once before, so Jia Rong, who thought that his makeover was very successful, came out to open the door generously this time, and said in an authentic local dialect: "Haven't everyone come to see me?
What, why are you running again?"
The door panels parted to the left and right, but someone outside the door shouted: "It's him, catch him!"
Jia Rong took a closer look and found that it was Hou Biao from Prince He's Mansion. He immediately knew that something was wrong.
But if you take the blink of an eye, it will be too late to run.
Jia Rong was keenly aware that he was surrounded by people from both sides.
Prince Rui's Mansion really thought highly of him and mobilized so many people to arrange for him.
Just listening to the breathing coming from all directions, Jia Rong knew that no matter which direction he was coming from, he would not be able to break out of the encirclement.
For a time, his mind went back and forth, and he didn't know how many thoughts passed through his mind.
Just when Xie Yanqi stepped forward to fight him, he saw Jiarong suddenly reveal a strange smile.
Xie Yan felt bad, but it was too late and could not stop him. He could only watch Jia Rong bite his back molar suddenly.
Jiarong's face instantly turned gray, a trace of dark red blood slowly flowed down the corners of his lips, and he suddenly fell to the ground, losing his breath in an instant.