After waking up Wang Teng several times, he finally stopped passing out again.
Zhao Xiaole was sitting in the lobby, slapped his hand on the wall, and shouted: "I will ask you a question later, and you will answer it. If you dare to answer wrongly, or dare to lie to me, I will throw you back to the cell and let them take everything."
The punishment will be used on you once, do you understand?"
Wang Teng shuddered, and the image of Wu Liu being tortured just appeared in his mind, and he immediately fell down and said in fear: "Excuse me, sir, I will tell you everything I know, without any lies!"
Zhao Xiaole then showed a satisfied smile and asked slowly: "Then I want to ask you, did your Wang family instruct assassins to assassinate the prince?"
Upon hearing this question, Wang Teng immediately widened his eyes with fear on his face.
Assassinating the prince is a capital crime, and the entire Wang family will be implicated!
But if you don't say it...
"snort!"
Seeing his appearance, Zhao Xiaole knew that he was looking in the right direction, and immediately snorted coldly, "Since you don't want to say it, well, here comes someone!"
"Qiang Qiang..."
Suddenly, the cruel official with a torture instrument stood up and wanted to take Wang Teng away.
Being stared at by their eyes that were indifferent to life, Wang Teng instantly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his whole body was as cold as ice.
There was no chance of any luck anymore. Wang Teng hurriedly shouted: "Sir, don't let them take me away, I say! I say!"
Zhao Xiaole waved the two cruel officials to move away.
At this time, Wang Teng, whose face was pale with fear, was sweating profusely and said: "Master Qi, the assassin who assassinated the prince was indeed ordered by my father!"
Zhao Xiaole's eyes lit up, as expected!
He continued to ask: "Your father is the Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, and he has no grudges against the prince on weekdays. Why did he want to assassinate the prince?"
"My father said that although Prime Minister Liu Boen looks gentle, he is actually very violent inside. He is a smiling tiger!"
Wang Teng said with fear on his face: "If anyone offends him, he will kill him first and then quickly!"
"My father understood Liu Bern's inner thoughts, and in order to claim credit in front of him, he decided to send someone to assassinate the prince!"
Such a reasonable explanation made Zhao Xiaole frown.
Wang Teng's explanation seems reasonable, but there are many loopholes in it.
If Liu Berne didn't know about this, then who in that restaurant sent a letter to Wang Teng's father, saying that as long as Wang Teng won the first place in the Poetry Society, he would be recommended to enter Qinglu Academy?
But if Liu Bourne knew about it, it didn’t look like he was lying to himself when he interrogated Liu Qingtian before!
And since some of his subordinates have gone to assassinate the prince, why should they go to the West Factory?
All this makes no sense at all!
While Zhao Xiaole was thinking hard, he suddenly saw Wang Teng's eyes flickering, as if there was something he didn't say!
Zhao Xiaole instantly became furious and said: "You bastard! How dare you lie to me? Come on! Give me a torture!"
"yes!"
Immediately, two Xichang officers came up and tied Wang Teng directly to a wooden bench. On the other side, a cool official heated up a soldering iron and blew it gently, causing fire to splash out!
Seeing this scene, Wang Teng was so frightened that he turned pale and shouted crazily, "Sir, I was wrong. I said, there is a person...ah!"
The hot iron was directly placed on Wang Teng's chest, and instantly there was a sound of roasted pork sizzling and oily, and a smell of paste floated in the air.
Above the high hall, Zhao Xiaole did not stop.
Although he also felt that this kind of punishment was too cruel, he did not have the slightest bit of Holy Mother's heart towards his enemies.
If you don't kill him, he will kill you!
At this time, Wang Teng was like a fish caught on the beach, standing upright on the wooden bench and twitching constantly, screaming in pain.
But it's useless. Those cruel officials don't know how many people have heard the screams, which are thousands of times more painful than this!
They showed no sympathy at all and severely branded Wang Teng's body with a branding iron.
Wang Teng's voice had already become hoarse from shouting, and he could only stare with eyes that were physically tearing open. The sweat on his head kept pouring out like a faucet was turned on.
But after all, he was just a scholar with a weak constitution. After a while, his body movements became smaller and smaller, and finally he tilted his head and passed out.
Zhao Xiaole looked at him coldly and ordered: "Splash him to wake me up!"
Now is the best time for interrogation.
Although Wang Teng had witnessed Wu Liu's interrogation process before he came, it had a great psychological impact on him.
But the great man said it well, "Time is the only criterion for testing truth!"
He would never be able to empathize with it without experiencing that pain, so Wang Teng dared to lie to himself just now.
But after experiencing this time, Zhao Xiaole believes that he will be able to tell everything he knows!
Sure enough, after a bucket of water fell, Wang Teng woke up with pain and fear in his eyes.
The burning pain in his chest, he clearly remembered what he had just experienced!
The disheveled Wang Teng was pushed down the hall, and Zhao Xiaole snorted: "Humph, you can deceive me as much as you like, anyway, there are 108 kinds of torture waiting for you in my torture chamber!"
Wang Teng's body shook violently.
One hundred and eight kinds of torture!
Just one torture almost killed him!
"snort!"
Zhao Xiaole saw that his goal had been achieved, so he patted the gavel again and asked: "I will ask you again, why did your father send someone to assassinate the prince?"
"Ding! Ding..."
At this moment, the chain around Ku Li's waist suddenly collided for a while, making a crisp metallic sound.
Wang Teng's body was shaking wildly, and he no longer dared to hide anything.
"Sir, what I just said is true and I did not deceive you. My father did tell me that! But one day, I discovered that the truth of the matter was not like this!"
Wang Teng was afraid that Zhao Xiaole would misunderstand that he was still arrogant, so he hurriedly continued: "That day, I was worrying about whether I could enter Qinglu Academy, but my father said that he would take me to see an adult who could help me enter.
Qinglu Academy."
"At that time, he took me to a restaurant, it seemed to be called Fuyuan Restaurant..."
In the high hall, Zhao Xiaole's hands tightened slightly.
It is indeed here!
Wang Teng didn't even dare to swallow his saliva and continued: "In the backyard of that restaurant, there is a very secret compartment!"
"There were many people in the cubicle. They were all tall and had sharp eyes. They gave me a strong sense of oppression. But the one who gave me the strongest sense of oppression was a young man sitting among them!"
Wang Teng recalled nervously: "That man was only in his twenties, but he had an extraordinary temperament all over him."
"I have only felt this temperament in those high officials of the imperial court."
"That's a temperament that can only be developed by holding a powerful position and staying in a high position for a long time!"
"But even my father is far inferior to him. My father even calls him...he is..."
At this point, Wang Teng's body trembled violently, and he was unable to speak for a long time.
Zhao Xiaole was furious, slapped his hands and said, "What did your father call him?"
Wang Teng trembled all over and gritted his teeth.