It's so direct, so simple and crude, even simpler than Shang Jiang Lingyue's.
There is no nonsense at all, everything that can be saved is saved.
Zuo Qianqiu never dreamed that his dignified fifth-grade Minister of War, who was also a high-ranking provincial official, would be insulted like this.
In the blink of an eye, Zuo Qianqiu was stripped clean, as naked as a white-striped chicken.
"Hey, that's right, use a brush to clean it. Don't let the dirt get into your teeth later."
Zhao Yan quickly shouted stop, Damn, are you good at acting? A group of martial artists took it seriously.
Zuo Qianqiu didn't know that Zhao Yan was playing tricks on him.
What did I hear? This is using his dignified fifth-rank official as food and wine.
A samurai doesn't care about that much. Once his superiors say something, he has to carry it out.
Several sturdy men, with their upper bodies naked, each holding a brush in their hands, began to rub it vigorously against Zuo Qianqiu.
Guoguye emphasized that you should not eat the food. Zuo Qianqiu grimaced in pain, and all the skin on his body was rubbed off.
This was the power Zhao Yan gave him.
First, let’s kill the official power of the Minister of War. So what if he’s wearing a red robe? When he gets to Zhao Yan’s one-third of an acre, he still has to look at Zhao Yan’s eyes.
Zuo Qianqiu, who was in pain, begged for mercy repeatedly, and his voice almost became hoarse.
But Zhao Yan was unmoved.
Because he didn't really want to cook Zuo Qianqiu, he let him suffer a little bit first, and then gave Zuo Qianqiu a fatal blow after he was almost worn out.
By then Zuo Qianqiu will think that he is dead and will have no choice but to confess the fact of embezzling military pay.
"Master Guo, clean up."
The thick and arrogant man replied angrily.
Zhao Yan glanced at the blood in the basin and felt a palpitation in his heart.
Emma, these people are really cruel. The dignified minister of the Ministry of War was tortured to the point of dying.
It seemed that there was only air coming out and no air coming in.
A layer of skin peeled off, and the bloody flesh was exposed.
"Use some oil first and deep-fry it. I like the texture of being charred on the outside and tender on the inside."
Zhao Yan said emphatically.
What a beast.
Zuo Qianqiu secretly thought, with a bitter look on his face, he really couldn't stand it anymore.
"Hey, let's put some salt and submerge it first, it will taste better."
I wiped it, but poor Zuo Qianqiu was injured all over his body. I sprinkled large grains of salt on it, which stung the Minister of War and howled like a ghost.
He didn't care about his identity at all, his eyes almost popped out, it was really painful.
"The guilty minister has been recruited, all of them have been recruited, please give the guilty minister a happy life."
Zuo Qianqiu was tortured to the limit by Zhao Yan, both mentally and physically.
At this time, he was in unbearable pain. He just wanted to die quickly and did not want to continue to be tortured inhumanely.
"record."
Zhao Yan said to the stenographer on the side.
With Zuo Qianqiu's full confession, the stenographer also wrote down all the incriminating evidence on the confession.
"Signed and stamped."
Zhao Yan smiled with satisfaction.
Attacking Zuo Qianqiu was not an indirect attack on King Xi. He had only one purpose, and that was to collect money.
After all, the empress is also very poor, unless she uses the capital left by her ancestors.
But that is the capital left by our ancestors for future generations to restore the country, and it must not be touched until it is absolutely necessary.
The weak Zuo Qianqiu's forehead was covered with sweat, and he was so fragile that he could not even speak.
He could only weakly raise his eyelids and glance at Zhao Yan, who had a smile on his face.
"Kill the guilty minister."
The pain did not subside because of Zuo Qianqiu's confession. Instead, the cold water caused him more severe pain.
"No, no, no, Master Zuo's talent of one hundred thousand silver is not enough."
Zhao Yan smiled mischievously.
What the hell, Zuo Qianqiu has always been playing the role of a good official. To be able to deduct so much money is to be careful. There really is no other stolen money.
"My aunt, although the guilty minister is guilty, there is only one corruption, and there are really no others."
Zuo Qianqiu was afraid of continuing to suffer, and just wanted to die quickly, so he endured the severe pain and explained.
Rather than confessing, it is better to beg for mercy from Zhao Yan, so that he should not be tortured as a sinner.
"Take Mr. Zuo down and find the best doctor to treat him. Your Majesty will not let him die and will take good care of him."
Zhao Yan did not say the reason, but just let Zuo Qianqiu continue to enjoy the torture caused by pain.
"Kill the guilty minister."
Zuo Qianqiu almost shouted, and after using up his last bit of strength, he passed out.
"Your Majesty, Yan has fulfilled his mission. One hundred thousand taels of silver have been recovered from Zuo Qianqiu's hiding place."
Zhao Yan returned to the palace to find Jiang Lingyue to revive him.
"In this case, the commander-in-chief will be sent to northern Xinjiang quickly to appease the morale of the army."
Jiang Lingyue's eyes always stayed on the northern border of the map, and she said worriedly.
A military rebellion has begun to brew there.
There has been news that the barbarian tribes on the border of northern Xinjiang are ready to move, and more than ten thousand soldiers and horses are slowly gathering.
Once the barbarians gather strength, the northern frontier may not be protected.
At least the northern region will suffer another military disaster.
"Your Majesty, Yan thinks that sending one hundred thousand silver now will not have the effect of boosting the morale of the army. Moreover, the important town in northern Xinjiang has long been out of the control of the imperial court. It is better for Yan to build a victorious army for your Majesty."
Zhao Yan knew very well that why Zuo Qianqiu deducted the pay of the Northern Xinjiang army was nothing more than killing two birds with one stone.
First of all, Northern Xinjiang and the imperial court had been at odds for many years, and it had already become the private domain of the Northern Xinjiang Jiedushi. Jiang Lingyue was still nominally respected, but he wanted the imperial court to continue blood transfusions because he had an eye on the supply of military supplies.
Secondly, by cutting off supplies and forcing the governor of Northern Xinjiang to become self-reliant, King Zhengxi would have allies who could more easily destroy the empress' court.
In this way, Zuo Qianqiu enriched himself and gave an explanation to his master, King Zhengxi, but it was the empress Jiang Lingyue who was tricked.
"Are you going to push me to death?"
Jiang Lingyue also knew that military supplies were nothing more than meat buns that would never come back, but it was also important to maintain nominal unity.
"Your Majesty, please take a look."
Zhao Yan knew that he had to show something real to reassure the empress.
At Zhao Yan's greeting, a strong golden-armored warrior appeared in front of him holding a flickering Mo Dao.
"Demonstrate to His Majesty."
Zhao Yan ordered.
The golden-armored warrior shouted loudly, and Mo Dao came down in response. The blade easily chopped off ten layers of sun-dried cowhide.
The sharpness is self-evident.
"Your Majesty, even the sharpest armor-piercing arrows in this dynasty cannot penetrate five layers of dry cowhide."
Without comparison, one would not know the power. Jiang Lingyue was dumbfounded.
"A Mo Dao is worth thirty taels of silver. Yan wants to forge a team of three thousand Mo Dao. Therefore, even if these one hundred thousand taels of silver rot, they will rot in the pot."
Zhao Yan has long had the ambition to form a long-lasting victorious army, but unfortunately due to the development of science and technology, he has not yet been able to form a modern army.
Therefore, if we want to change the decline, we can only rely on the existing strength.
Mo Dao is where his hope lies.
"So what if we have Mo Dao? Three thousand elite people can earn more than a million dollars by chewing horses and chewing silver."
Jiang Lingyue said worriedly.
"Your Majesty, the corrupt officials have already prepared the money and are just waiting for me to get it."