The moment his knees touched the ground, his troubled life suddenly flashed before his eyes.
He couldn't help but be filled with pain and sorrow, and murmured to himself: "I have been in a poor family since I was a child. I came from a humble background and had no background. When I was young, I was of noble character. However, my official career was bumpy in the first half of my life. I realized that
, The emperor is the only one who can keep the glory of his life! From then on, I kept losing my bottom line for the emperor's favor, and became a favorite who did nothing!"
At this point, he broke down in tears, raised his hands tremblingly, and slapped his face.
"Please be kind to my mentor and please spare Jing'er's life! I know I can't teach a son well, but I only have one son in my life. I'm willing to trade one life for another, but I beg my mentor to spare Jing'er!"
After saying that, Wang Su kept slapping his face until a mouthful of blood spurted out, then he fell to the ground and burst into tears.
A sigh came faintly from the bed, and the tall figure finally relaxed slightly.
After a moment, Xia Yunqing slowly sat up, got out of bed, put on her shoes, and strode over.
He stretched out his hand to help Wang Su, who was in pain, and sighed unbearably: "Master Wang, get up quickly. If you had known this, why did you indulge the childish child like that in the first place!"
Wang Su stood up tremblingly, nodded frequently and said: "What the teacher is teaching me is that it was my husband and his wife who doted on their son too much, which made him make the big mistake today! It was because I was blinded by glory and wealth that I suddenly acted like this.
I am confused and have done many wrong things! Please be kind to my teacher and leave me a son to take care of me until the end of my life!" Z.br
Wang Su's words of "mentor" made Xia Yunqing's heart ache.
He sighed and said thoughtfully: "Since you have said so, then this matter is over. I hope Mr. Wang can discipline your son well in the future. If there is another time, I will not be so easy to talk to.
"
Wang Su breathed a long sigh of relief, bowed repeatedly, and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you, master, for sparing the lives of our father and son!"
Wang Su bid farewell to Xia Yunqing with many thanks. As soon as he stepped out of the gate of Xia Mansion, he stood there blankly.
He slowly raised his head and raised his hands to block the dazzling sunlight.
Immediately, he wiped the corners of his eyes, and he didn't know whether he was crying or laughing.
He could only keep mumbling: "Xia Yunqing! Although you let my son live today, the hatred between us is not so easy to resolve! In the future, I will definitely ask you to use the lives of your whole family to clear it.
My humiliation today!"
After saying that, he waved his sleeves and boarded the carriage, then walked away.
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Back in time, the two government officials were sweating profusely after being beaten with a hundred boards.
After the execution, Xia Yunqing lay motionless on the bench, seemingly dying.
The two government officials responsible for the execution wiped their sweat, looked at Wang Jing, and asked tentatively: "Master Wang, Master Xia has passed out, do you want to continue?"
Wang Jing looked at Xia Yunqing with great interest, who was lying there like a dead body, and shook his head and said: "Don't worry! This show has just begun, how can you kill him as soon as you get up! Drag him back to the cell!"
The two government officials breathed a sigh of relief, quickly lifted up Xia Yunqing on the bench, and carefully took him back to the cell.
——Scraping meat——
The dew was heavy at night, the wind was blowing and the drizzle continued.
Xia Yunqing was awakened by the piercing pain in his legs. He reached out and touched the affected area and found that the skin and flesh there were turned out and in a mess.
But in the dark night, the dim prison lights prevented him from seeing the wound clearly.
He pushed himself up tremblingly and moved little by little to the bed. It was only one step away, but it took him a long time to lean against the wall.
The pale moonlight shone on his bloodless face, which was dripping with cold sweat.
In the haziness, he could see the bones on his broken legs.
He stretched out his hands and touched it. His legs had lost all feeling. Some of the beaten but still attached flesh had begun to rot.
rotten.
Xia Yunqing sighed and tapped the iron bars with the chains on his hands.
The crackling sound attracted a young yamen servant.
He trotted over with an oil lamp. When he saw the scene in the prison, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Hey, Mr. Xia, why are you awake? But what are your orders?"
Xia Yunqing said weakly with a hoarse voice: "Please bring me a dagger..."
The young yamen servant was suddenly startled. He stared at Xia Yunqing's appearance at this time, thinking that he was trying to commit suicide, so he smiled horribly and said: "I'm sorry, Mr. Chief Assistant, I don't have a dagger on my body. Do you have any other instructions?"
Xia Yunqing sighed and waved her hand towards him: "Then please help me hold the lamp..."
"Okay." The young Yamen servant breathed a sigh of relief and raised the lamp to shine in front of Xia Yunqing.
I saw Xia Yunqing pick up a porcelain bowl from Table Mountain, smash it on the ground, pick up the sharpest fragment, roast it on the fire, and then go to scrape the rotten flesh on his leg.
The little yamen servant holding the lamp looked at the scene in front of him in horror, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Master Xia, what are you... what are you doing?"
Xia Yunqing did not give an answer. He sat quietly under the dim light, concentrating on cutting off the carrion with only the skin on, bit by bit, and throwing them aside.
After breathing a little sigh of relief, he raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. His face still had a calm expression, as if what he had just cut off was someone else's flesh.
The jailer's hand holding the lamp was shaking constantly, his stomach was churning, and his voice was trembling: "Sir... sir, how about I hire a doctor for you..."
However, Xia Yunqing looked calm and said calmly: "No need, I'm going to cut off the rotten flesh from the bones now. Don't shake your hands, or I won't be able to see clearly."
There was no emotion in his voice, and his eyes were so firm and serious.
But the yamen servant was trembling with fear and stunned. He wanted to escape, but found that his legs could no longer move.
The lights flickered on and off, and the young yamen servant could no longer control his hands. Helpless, Xia Yunqing had no choice but to move towards the lights again.
The affected area suddenly started to bleed profusely. Xia Yunqing tore off his clothes, pressed the wound hard, calmed down and continued to treat the wound.
Because he understood that if the wounds were not treated properly, these two legs would soon rot away.
The little yamen man holding the lantern had a pale face. He spoke with difficulty and murmured: "Xia...Master Xia..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he couldn't bear it any longer. With a "wow" sound, he held the wall and vomited.
The light source disappeared, Xia Yunqing sighed helplessly and had to stop.
Blood dripped onto the ground along the porcelain shard in his hand, and the cut carrion in the corner exuded an unpleasant fishy smell.
Just at this moment, a deep voice suddenly came from the darkness: "Let me come!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a tall and thin figure walked out of the darkness, it was Ruan Lang.
He walked over with a solemn expression, patted the jailer on the shoulder, and said softly: "Go down and rest, I'll be fine here!"
"Thank you, Mr. Ruan!" When the young officer heard this, he escaped from the prison with great relief.
Ruan Lang walked into the prison, picked up the oil lamp that had fallen to the ground, walked to Xia Yunqing and sat cross-legged, saying in a deep voice: "Master Xia, please feel free to do it, I will help you hold the lamp!"
Xia Yunqing gave him a grateful smile and began to deal with the wound again.
Ruan Lang looked at the bloody scene in front of him, his heart was agitated, and he also felt frightened. The injured Xia Yunqing was so calm, how could he escape from the battle.
He could only grit his teeth and turn his head. He couldn't bear to look any further.
After treating the wound, Xia Yunqing went around and bandaged his legs before slumping against the corner, closing his eyes and breathing heavily.
Ruan Lang looked at his weak appearance and couldn't bear to ask: "Mr.
Xia Yunqing sat paralyzed on the ground, only nodded slightly and said one sentence
I can't even speak.
Ruan Lang pondered for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said: "Master Xia, although Wang Jing did come with the imperial edict, I still feel that something is fishy. Unfortunately, the emperor is not in Ziwei Palace these days. When he comes back, I will go and help you.
plead!"
Xia Yunqing opened her eyes a little, waved her hand to him, and said feebly: "Hey, I'm tired, Lord Ruan, you'd better leave..."
Ruan Lang frowned, stood up slowly and walked out of the cell.
He looked at the blood-covered people in the cell with cold eyes, and his heart dropped heavily.
He left the prison in a furious manner and immediately ordered someone to fetch a fast horse.
He jumped on his horse, grabbed the horse's belly, and galloped towards the Queen Mother's cemetery.
At this time, he no longer cared whether the emperor would punish him. He knew that if the emperor did not stop him, Xia Yunqing would soon be tortured to death by Wang Jing...
--unyielding--
The next morning, the sky just cleared up.
Wang Jing, wearing bright red clothes, walked into the torture room of the imperial prison in a swaggering and energetic manner. He inspected the torture instruments in the room one by one, and a pair of wretched eyes exuded excitement.
After checking the torture instruments, he sat on the chair carelessly and said arrogantly to the left and right: "Go and bring that old guy over here. I had a good sleep yesterday, and I will have a lot of fun with him today!"
Several government officials couldn't bear it, but they didn't dare to express their anger, so they had no choice but to walk out of the cell slowly.
After a while, the rustling sound of iron chains came from the corridor.
Today's Xia Yunqing was dragged through the door with his arms raised, but his proud head was always held high and he never lowered his head towards Wang Jing.
Wang Jing looked at the old man who was completely naked but still stubborn, and said with a ferocious smile: "Master Chief Assistant, was the board used yesterday? Today, the room is full of torture instruments, and each one is much more powerful than the board. If this is the case,
If I use them one by one for you, your life will be worse than death! How about it, have you thought about whether you want to confess or not?"
Xia Yunqing smiled coldly and asked, "What exactly do you want me to admit? Just say it."
Wang Jing was overjoyed and immediately took out the confession he had prepared and said with a smile: "As long as you admit that you colluded with Lan Yu to rebel, I will not punish you again!"