Duan Zhishaohua

Seeing that the servant came with the chariots and horses, Duan Shaohua was completely sure that Prince Jing's move must be intentional.

With a full belly full of food, it is already unbearable, how can I stand the torture of subversion in the carriage.

He could only stare closely at the person beside him, "Your lord's move is too strong."

"I can do it if I say so." Pei Jing smiled nonchalantly, "I don't complain even if I have an injury on my leg, but you're not happy about it."

Comparing the wounded to the supporter, according to Pei Jing's words, if Duan Shaohua refuses again, he will be worthy of the word hypocritical.

Duan Shaohua smiled lightly, "It seems that the prince has really bothered for me."

Thinking about it, it wouldn't be enough to cause a gut-wrenching experience after a few bumps.

After calming down for a while, he pushed away Pei Jing's intentionally extended hand, and walked towards the carriage in three steps.

Pei Jing was slightly taken aback, then smiled and left.

The prince's special car seat has already been covered with soft pillows, which should be warm and comfortable, but only Duan Shaohua feels like sitting on pins and needles.

He had just sat down, when he heard the sound of a whip outside the curtain of the carriage, the carriage immediately started to move.

His full stomach immediately rose and fell with the movement of the carriage.

The road was fairly smooth at first, but slowly began to lose touch.

The sound of the horsewhip against the wind was sharp and piercing, and the wheels were rolling, as if they had hit the gravel on the side of the road.

That feeling was not to mention how uncomfortable it was, as if a sledgehammer was beating violently in his stomach.Bursts of sour gas surged up, and I wished I could spit it out.

But don't, Prince Jing is waiting for him to make a fool of himself.

This time, Duan Shaohua didn't even have the interest to lift the curtain to explore the outside scene. During this journey, he can be regarded as experiencing what it means to be overwhelmed and extremely dizzy.

Strange in a trance, when did this road become so bumpy.

He raised his head with a pale face, but the face of Prince Jing opposite was full of amusement.

Suppressing the discomfort in his stomach, Duan Shaohua lowered his head again and stared at Pei Jing's injured leg with downcast eyes.

There was nothing to say all the way, but at any rate we stayed until the carriage stopped.

Sitting quietly for a while, at least waiting for the unbearable subversion to subside, Duan Shaohua covered his stomach, and finally felt better.

The curtain of the car was lifted, but what greeted him was not the noisy street.

Duan Shaohua got out of the carriage full of suspicion, and looked head-on, first there were two red lacquered pillars, and then a majestic plaque hung high, with the words "Ministry of Punishment" engraved brilliantly on it.

The golden light that irradiated it just flicked, why did the carriage come here.

There was also a sound of landing behind him, Duan Shaohua immediately turned around, wondering: "Did the prince come to the wrong place?"

"No." Pei Jing smiled even wider, "I forgot to tell you earlier that the assassins in the woods had captured two alive that day, and they are now being tried by the Ministry of Criminal Justice."

Duan Shaohua was even more surprised when he heard it, "Then it should be a matter of the Ministry of Punishment. Why did the prince bring me here?"

Pei Jing's smile was only sinister at this moment, "You are also involved in it, and you still hope to get out."

Duan Shaohua's throat choked, he was just unlucky to meet that assassin with Prince Jing, so he couldn't escape?

Still wanting to think, but someone pushed and shoved on his shoulder, "Follow closely."

If he couldn't get away, Duan Shaohua resigned to his fate and followed Pei Jing behind.

The guards thought they had greeted each other early, and they were all respectful, wishing they could bend their waists to the ground.

When Pei Jing stepped into the lobby, there was a sudden noise from someone standing there.

Duan Shaohua followed behind Pei Jing, before he could see who it was, he shouted loudly, "I pay my respects to Prince Jing!"

That sound was resounding, followed closely by the people kneeling on the ground.

Probe to look, only to see the man kneeling at the front wearing a purple robe and an official hat.According to the color and style of the clothes, the official residence is three grades.Since he was welcoming someone at the Ministry of Criminal Justice, he must be the Shangshu of the Ministry of Criminal Justice.

Pei Jing looked at the dense crowd, but instead of telling them to get up, he asked in a cold voice, "How's the progress?"

Not a word of nonsense, this question immediately made the third grade Shangshu break out in a cold sweat.

"My lord, my lord, forgive me. Yes, I'm an incompetent official." Lord Shangshu's flattery words were rotted into a draft, he stuttered, and his head lowered even more.

How should I put it, the assassin who dared to assassinate the prince sent him to the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, but after several months of interrogation, he didn't say a word.

To tell the truth, the third-grade black gauze hat he finally obtained would definitely be lost.

Don't tell each other, tell lies, this King Jing, who is like the king of hell, will not let him go.

Lord Shangshu was trembling and sweating profusely, just at this moment someone said, "My lord, forgive me, those two thieves really don't know how to live or die, they are extremely stubborn. People with humble ranks are really useless."

These words are undoubtedly going to cause a violent storm, and the person continued: "But I don't want the prince to come here today, blessed by the heavens, the prince is wise and mighty, and the two of them who came here must be calling themselves gone."

The first half sentence makes people sweat nervously, combined with the second half sentence, the flattery can be called smooth.

Naturally, Pei Jing had heard a lot of similar words, but just now, when even the Secretary of the Ministry of Punishments dared not speak, this person stood out.

He lowered his eyebrows to look at the speaker, "Raise your head and speak."

Hiding among the officials all over the place, a person walked out from the back of the line, lowered his head and walked forward quickly.

The man immediately knelt down in front of Pei Jing and raised his head after a deep obeisance, "I pay my respects to the lord. I just uttered lies, and I ask the lord to punish you."

The young face is full of sophistication.

Pei Jing didn't see any anger, and if there was nothing, he smiled, "Where is your official residence?"

The man calmly replied: "My lord, the lowly position is the capital official in charge of Yuan Jiazhang, from the eighth rank."

Sure enough, it was a small officer of Sesame Mung Bean.

Duan Shaohua secretly laughed, the Ministry of Punishment is so big, the Shangshu is not like the Shangshu, although the subordinates are flattering, they are quite courageous.

Pei Jing also thought of something with him, and he didn't blame him for the incompetence mentioned earlier.He only raised his feet and said: "Not leading the way yet."

It can be said that everyone escaped, especially Shang Shu, who first gave Yuan Jiazhang a hard look, and then hurriedly got up to lead the way.

Duan Shaohua also followed naturally, knowing that the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice was coming up, so he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

What is the prison of the Ministry of Punishment? It is a place where death row prisoners from other provinces and the capital are specially detained.

It's gloomy, the sun can't get close, and the living can't stay.After stepping into this forbidden place, the blood froze for a moment.

The dark prison door, the gloomy jailer, and even the light of the fire were discounted.

Duan Shaohua followed Pei Jing subconsciously.

Staring at him, he had to think that Prince Jing's amazing resilience might be due to his thick body.Now he walks the same way as usual, and he doesn't look injured at all.

It was dark in the cell, only a few clusters of cold fire hanging on the wall illuminated.As soon as he walked in, there was a cold and damp air blowing towards his face.

There is no lack of bloody smell mixed in the dark tide, but it smells more disgusting and nauseating than that day on the mountain.

But gradually walking inward, the dampness disappeared, and he was sweating profusely.

Master Shang Shu led the way with a nervous expression on his face, he turned his head to pay attention after walking a few steps, and flashed a flattering smile.

Walking all the way in, finally stopped in front of a prison cell, Master Shang Shu said: "My lord, this is where the assassins are imprisoned."

The dark prison door separated the two worlds of life and death, and the prison was extremely quiet at this moment, only the sound of the flame burning in the basin could be heard.

He couldn't see the figure of the prisoner, so he heard a "squeak", the closed prison door was opened wide, and Master Shang Shu bowed to the side to meet Pei Jing and walked in.

All of a sudden, the stench came rolling in.

The Hessian instruments of torture, as well as the burning brazier, stood before his eyes.

Several braziers were placed around the prison, each of which was burning with black charcoal.Like the scorching sun in midsummer, when you are in it, sweat will come out of your body one after another.

Right in front of the cell stood two figures, leaning on the execution frame, their hands and feet were tightly bound by iron chains.Hearing someone push the door and enter, they all looked sideways.

The dog officials who took turns intimidating and luring them in front of them are no longer surprised, but there are two more people today.

A man with a burly figure, a resolute face, a tall and straight body, and a gorgeous attire, one can tell at a glance that he is either rich or expensive.The two thought that this was another useless mediocrity from the imperial court, but after looking at it, they didn't expect it to be Pei Jing, Prince Jing, whom they failed to assassinate that day.