My brother Ying Zheng, who dares to kill me?

Unfortunately, the message was sent in bulk.

And he went to places like the prison.

I have prepared all my wine, but I won’t be able to drink it if I go to prison!

Come on, it's always good to see each other.

I must ask my brother Wang why I haven’t received any message for ten days!

Seeing Ying Zheng's distraught appearance, Lu Buwei asked worriedly: "Your Majesty, are you feeling unwell?"

Ying Zheng came to his senses and shook his head: "I am fine."

Ying Zheng said this, but he could not calm Lu Buwei's heart.

Lu Buwei knew very well that the faint salty smell in the air was the smell of pearl powder, because Lu Buwei himself often used pearl powder to cover up dark circles.

Moreover, the eunuch in the palace also sent a message to Lu Buwei. Although Ying Zheng went to bed every day when the time came these days, he pretended to be asleep, but in fact he was not asleep at all.

Lu Buwei sighed softly and warned sincerely: "A saint thinks deeply about the world, and nothing is more valuable than life."

"In the past, Yao wanted to entrust the world to Zizhou, but Zizhou said to him: It's okay to regard me as the emperor. Although I am suffering from Youyou's illness, I will cure it, and I have no time to spend in the world."

"Although the country is the most important thing in the world, you cannot harm your life because of it."

"If the king is concerned, he can leave the troublesome matters to his subordinates. Don't harm the king's health because of public affairs!"

As he spoke, Lu Buwei felt distressed and helpless.

Lu Buwei just hopes that Ying Zheng can recognize the reality and stop having unrealistic illusions.

But Lu Buwei didn't expect that this move would cause such a huge psychological blow to Ying Zheng.

Lu Buwei inevitably felt a trace of regret in his heart, but he was quickly snuffed out by Lu Buwei.

Ying Zheng is not a child of an ordinary family. He is the king of Da Qin. His identity is destined to bear all this.

He is still here, and he can still help Ying Zheng get to the bottom of things.

If he was gone, wouldn't Ying Zheng have to face all this alone?

Ying Zheng must have been even more desperate at that time!

Ying Zheng said warmly: "I need to be taught, but I am indeed not feeling unwell."

After thinking for a while, he felt that the matter of meeting Ying Chengyu could not be hidden from Lu Buwei, so Ying Zheng explained: "Just now, the king's brother sent a message to invite us to meet in the prison."

"I am thinking about what my brother Wang wants to do while living in prison these days."

The smile on Lu Buwei's face and the distress in his eyes were all frozen.

The truth is that you were kept awake all night because of your suspicion of Ying Chengyu and your inner torture, which even affected your health.

Finally, you told the truth, were you thinking about Ying Chengyu just now?

When did you two get together again? ! !

Ying Zheng asked with concern: "Is Father Zhong feeling unwell?"

Lu Buwei forced out a smile: "I'm fine, I'm just a little tired."

I am really tired!

Ying Zheng immediately asked: "Since Father Zhong is tired, why don't we just stop here today?"

Seeing that Ying Zheng was so eager to meet Ying Chengxuan.

Lu Buwei was even more tired.

Pulling himself together, Lu Buwei waved to the imperial guards.

All the court guards immediately shouted: "Quiet!"

Teng Fu, Huang Jie and others hurriedly faced Ying Zheng and handed over:

"I am innocent, please punish me, Your Majesty!"

Ying Zheng smiled warmly: "You, your ministers, are plotting against me, the Qin Dynasty. What crime are you guilty of?"

Lu Buwei said: "Since the ministers have different opinions, it is meaningless to argue in the court."

"Tomorrow before the court meeting, all the ministers will write down their thoughts in a letter of remonstrance and submit it to the court."

"This concludes today's court proceedings."

All the courtiers immediately raised their hands: "Wei!"

After the ministers dispersed, Ying Zheng stood up and warned in a gentle voice: "Father Zhong, please go back home and rest early."

"All major affairs of the country are handled by Father Zhong. Great Qin cannot leave Father Zhong for a day."

"I will also arrange for the imperial physician to come to my home to diagnose and treat Father Zhong."

Lu Buwei shook his head: "I'm fine."

"In recent days, many courtiers have reported that Lord Chang'an has been living in the prison for the past ten days, humiliating the prisoners in every possible way, and treating Qin's laws as if they were nothing. I originally intended to go and have a look."

"Since the king also wants to go to prison, I wonder if I can accompany the king?"

Ying Zheng smiled and nodded: "Why not?"

"Father Zhong, please!"

Two quarters of an hour later.

The jailer Mufu, who was on duty as the gatekeeper, yawned.

Just at this moment, a cart drawn by five horses came quickly.

Mu Fu froze on the spot and even forgot to close his mouth.

When the five-horse cart stopped outside the prison gate, Mu Fu's shock reached its peak. Not only did his mouth still not close, it even opened a little wider.

Everyone knows that the emperor drives six and the princes drive five.

The only person who can ride a five-horse chariot in Da Qin is King Qin Ying Zheng!

This is the king of Great Qin, how could he come to such a shabby and unlucky place like a prison?

Zhao Gao jumped off the carriage and glanced at Mu Fu with sharp eyes:

"How dare you be so rude as the king is here?!"

Zhao Gao's cold voice pierced Mu Fu's shock and awakened the fear in his heart.

As a mufu, he knew very well what had happened in the prison recently.

The devil has put on the skin of Lord Chang'an and is torturing the prisoners in the prison!

This is a trample on human ethics and a trampling on the law!

Now, the noble King of Qin has personally set foot in the humble land. What other reason is there except that he was angered by Lord Chang'an and came to investigate?

And those who know but fail to report may all be imprisoned!

Mu Fu trembled and fell to his knees, crying and shouting:

"Humble, humble to pay homage to the king!"

Ying Zheng:......

Ying Zheng's footsteps stopped for a moment as he got out of the car.

Are you greeting me or mourning me?

"Why are you crying?" Ying Zheng walked to Mu Fu and gently helped him up: "Don't kneel down."

"You have done nothing wrong, and you are an official of our Great Qin. How can you kneel down so easily!"

Coming into close contact with Ying Zheng, Mu Fu felt nervous, excited, frightened, and uneasy. He didn't know what to say at all.

He could only nod wildly and vigorously: "Thank you, Your Majesty. I will go and inform the superior to come and pick you up!"

Ying Zheng smiled and shook his head: "I am not here for official business, so there is no need to bother the prison officer."

"Would you like to show me this prison?"

Mu Fu shook his head violently in surprise and anxiety: "I'm just a prison guard."

Ying Zheng increased his voice and said seriously: "It is to manage the prison for me, to maintain the laws of Qin, and to suppress the lawless prison guards!"

After adding a few adjectives, Mufu instantly felt a sense of responsibility in his heart.

I am indeed just a small jailer, and I am the lowest level jailer who can only guard the gate. Even my maternal aunt (mother-in-law) looks down on me.

But the king values ​​me!

Your Majesty, he is real, I cry to death!

Holding back the tears of emotion, Mu Fu suddenly handed over his hands: "Your Majesty, please humble yourself!"

But after a moment of passion, fear reoccupied the high ground.

Mu Fu changed his mind and decided to take Ying Zheng to see the prison to buy Shangguan some time.

As he walked inside, Mu Fu introduced: "Criminals who live in Xianyang but have titles above the rank of a doctor or officials above a thousand stones are all under the jurisdiction of Tingwei Prison."

"Chengdan pounding and other light-duty prisoners will all be handed over to the general's office for distribution."

"Therefore, the only people in Xianyang Prison are those who use physical punishment and imprisonment."

"Your Majesty, this place is the place of tattooing."

While they were talking, the group of people had already reached a row of small houses.

The row of houses all face the sun and have no doors or windows, allowing the sunlight to illuminate the faces of the tortured people.

A jailer dipped a needle in ink and gently pierced the victim's face again and again, and then wiped off the excess ink with a rough linen cloth.

"Ah! It hurts! I was wrong! Please, I was wrong, I can't bear it anymore!"

The pain of the needle tip piercing the flesh is bearable.

However, the severe pain caused by wiping the needle point with linen cloth made the victim unable to bear it any longer. He twisted and struggled wildly on the table, begging for mercy in pain.

The warden slapped the victim in the face and scolded him coldly: "Be honest!"

"If you struggle again, I will send you to Lord Chang'an, who will give you a tattoo!"

The torturer's struggle became stiff, and he just closed his eyes in fear, waiting for the pain to come again.

Ying Zheng's face looked a little ugly, and Mu Fu quickly quickened his pace:

"Please see, Your Majesty, this is the place where executions are carried out."

While he was talking, a jailer was already holding a long knife and accurately cut off half of a victim's foot.

"ah!!!"

Blood splattered, and the victim bent down and hugged his severed foot, wailing in pain.

The warden was not surprised and wiped the long knife with a rag, and casually ordered: "Next one!"

Looking at the cross section of the victim's foot that was bleeding profusely, Ying Zheng frowned even deeper:

"This prisoner is bleeding profusely. Will he bleed to death?"

Mufu hurriedly explained: "Report to the king, I will add washed sand to the chicken blood and apply it to the incision. This will stop the bleeding a little faster."

"At the same time, the ankles of the tortured person will be tied with hemp rope, so that there will be less blood."

"In recent years, for every thousand people in our Xianyang Prison who have been mutilated, at most two or three people have been killed or injured."

Looking at the tortured victims who were wailing in pain, Ying Zheng asked in a deep voice: "What crimes did these people commit?"

Mu Fu nervously replied: "I don't know how to be humble."

Ying Zheng emphasized: "Then go check it out!"

Li Si took the order and left, but soon returned quickly and reported in a low voice: "Your Majesty, the name of the tattooed man is Zhao Zhong."

"On September 7, the eighth year, Zhao Zhong left garbage on the roadside, so he was sentenced to Ta Mian and Cheng Dan for a month."

"The person who executed the execution was named Wang Bo. On September 16, the eighth year, he led Wang Li, Ye Niang and other five people to steal twenty money from others in the downtown area."

"Wang Bo, as the first offender, was sentenced to return the stolen property and cut off the right sole of his foot, and the remaining toes were cut off."

Lu Buwei sighed with emotion: "Twenty dollars? Just twenty dollars!"

What is the concept of twenty cents?

At this stage in the ninth year of the Qin Dynasty, the price of corn was about one stone and a hundred coins.

Twenty dollars can only buy twenty-four jins (6kg) of corn!

And just for twenty-four jins of corn, six people lost their toes and even the soles of their feet.

Lu Buwei said with emotion: "Your Majesty, you cut off five toes and half of the sole just for twenty dollars."

"This is definitely not the way to prosper!"

At this moment, Lu Buwei suddenly felt that it was not a bad thing for Ying Chengyu to invite Ying Zheng to the prison.

At least Ying Zheng could see with his own eyes the miserable appearance of these executioners.

Let Ying Zheng understand that every punishment in the Qin Code is not just a cold word, but also a strip of blood and tears of fresh life!

Ying Zheng remained silent and abruptly changed the subject: "Where is Lord Chang'an?"

Mufu quickly raised his right hand: "Your Majesty, please!"

Quickening his pace and skipping the places where executions were carried out, Mu Fu led Ying Zheng into a house.

The moment he stepped into the door, Ying Zheng's pupils shrank, as if he had seen hell!