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Qiu Yushou waved his hand, the man stepped back, the needle was still in Ye Donglan's finger, Qiu Yushou said slowly, "Ye Donglan, you are a scholar, you don't want to waste your hands here."

Ye Donglan gritted his teeth, his voice trembling, "Donglan, no."

Chief Qiu clicked impatiently, and the jailer came over again just now. This time, the needle was stuck in his middle finger, and Ye Donglan's screams resounded throughout the interrogation room, but no one made a sound.

"Ye Donglan, I like quick battles and quick decisions, and I don't like troublesome things like going to court. When I put the evidence in front of you, it's unknown whether you will have your life reversed. Why bother?"

"No, no, no, I don't recognize..."

Before he finished speaking, another needle came in, and those unfinished words were replaced by screams.

The cold sweat on his body almost drenched his clothes, and three needles were stuck in his fingers. His hand seemed to have lost consciousness, but every slight movement made the heart-pounding pain go straight to the brain along the fingertips, stimulating his nerves .

Ye Donglan had already passed out when the fourth stick was inserted, and the charcoal in the charcoal basin made crackling noises when it was about to burn.

Seeing that Ye Donglan didn't respond, the man paused and pulled out the needle again. The needle was rough in workmanship, and some tiny thorns hooked Ye Donglan's flesh. His fingertips trembled slightly, blood The bead dripped on the ground, hiding in the dirty ground, no trace could be found.

The person next to him poured water on Ye Donglan's face, Ye Donglan was unprepared, sucked in a big gulp, woke up choking, and coughed violently.

The jailer who pricked the needle pierced it in again. Ye Donglan's voice was already hoarse, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. Still unwilling to give in, he opened his mouth and cursed, "If I don't have it, I don't have it!"

"Slap." Ye Donglan was slapped, and Qiu Yushou bent his lips and smiled, "You are a scholar after all, why do you speak so rudely?"

Ye Donglan's face was dripping with water, his eyelids were strained, and his whole body was trembling, "If you were wronged, you would still be so calm."

"Injustice?" Qiu Jianshou stood up again, and slapped a piece of paper on Ye Donglan's chest. The paper fell and spread out on the ground. The young master painted white powder on the lid of the sea bowl."

This is obviously the confession of the little eunuch, and there is also a signature. Ye Donglan wanted to see the name of the little eunuch, but his eyes were blurred and he couldn't see anything clearly.

He spit on the paper, "You want to convict Lao Tzu with a tortured confession, no way!"

Prison Qiu dragged his clothes and took two steps back. Someone handed him a jar, "Really? This jar of white powder was found in your room. It was inspected by the imperial hospital and found to contain arsenic powder. This is ironclad evidence." , do you recognize it?"

Ye Donglan looked at the completely unfamiliar white porcelain bottle in Qiu Prison's hand, with some white powder still remaining on the mouth of the bottle, he shook his head, "No, it's not mine, I've never seen this bottle before."

"If you say no, you won't? How many pairs of eyes looked at the search from your house."

Ye Donglan collapsed, and he didn't know whether it was water or tears streaming down his face, "No! It's not mine! I want to see the prince! I want to see the tenth prince!"

Qiu Yushou didn't expect Ye Donglan to resist until now, and sneered, "The prince was also present when this thing was found. Do you really think that the prince will come to see you, the person who tried to murder him?"

Prison Qiu glanced at the jailer, and the man pierced the fifth needle into Ye Donglan's thumb, every finger of his right hand was pierced with needles, screaming for pain, Ye Donglan didn't care about screaming, shouting , "He said, he said he believed in me, and I didn't harm him!"