The Imperial Guard’s Revenge

Jin Yiwei, who is stalking the front line, can't help but wonder, could it be that the adult's judgment is wrong? Jin Yiwei sent the news back to Nanzhen Fusi, the sky was still dark, Lu Heng was already dressed, and stood calmly under the eaves of Nanzhen Fusi corridor. After listening to his subordinate's words, he raised his eyebrows and smiled with interest: "She is smarter than I expected. However, it's not enough to try to fool me with this little heart."

"Sir, what do you mean..."

"I already know where she hid things." Before dawn, Lu Heng's voice sounded in the autumn wind, with a chill, "The order goes on, everyone doesn't have to ambush, act immediately to control the Han family and the Jian family. ."

"Yes."

Jian Yun actually woke up early, but she didn't dare to move. She waited until there was a sound in the alley, and after some early risers came out to make a fire and cook, she got up with her clothes closed. She pushed open the door and went out to start the day's chores.

In order to avoid smoke and fire, the stove and the housing are built separately. The layout of the Han family is also the same. Two stoves are built on the south wall, and a simple kitchen is built with boards and thatch. It is built in the southwest corner. Jian Yun walked to the kitchen as usual. She bent down and was about to take something from the firewood to light it, when a cold, heavy chill hit her neck.

Jian Yun clenched her knuckles, tried her best to stay calm, and said to the people behind her, "Sir, the women recruited everything last night, why are you still staring at me as a widow?"

"Really?" There was no sound at the door, but a calm and indifferent voice of a man came from behind, "For example, are you a gentleman in the bamboo forest?"

Jian Yun's body tightened, and she said in panic, "Sir, what are you talking about, the women don't understand."

Lu Heng was no longer interested in going around with her, so he ordered, "Go and search for the firewood and stove."

Jian Yun is different from Chang Tinglan, a idiot who jumps out when she cheats. She has a brain and can hold her breath. The fire is too conspicuous in the dark night, how can you destroy the evidence quietly? Of course, fire and cook.

Jin Yiwei fiddled with the firewood with a knife, Jian Yun closed her eyes in despair, she knew that everything was over.

This young and handsome Lord Jin Yiwei is a top smart person.

In a book writer's home, it is normal to have waste paper, and Jin Yiwei quickly turned out a manuscript full of words from the pile of burning paper. Jin Yiwei cleaned up the paper and handed it to Lu Heng respectfully. Lu Heng took it over and glanced at it, and immediately determined that this was the first draft.

Lu Heng said lightly: "That's it, put away all the suspicious papers."

Jian Yun jiāo stood aside holding hands, and remained silent. Lu Heng took the handkerchief handed over by his subordinate, wiped the dust on his fingertips, and asked coldly, "Ms. Jian, you murdered your husband, blamed others, and cheated on others. Do you know the crime?"

Jian Yun was very calm when she heard the first few items, until she heard Lu Heng say that she knew Jian, she sneered sarcastically, and said indifferently: "Since your lord has already convicted me, why ask me?"

"Murdering your own husband, fornicating with a foreigner, any one of them is enough to sentence you to hang." Lu Heng said, "You said that it was Han Wenyan's handwriting because the dead man couldn't speak. From my point of view, it is clearly you in the manuscript. It's up to you whether your life is worth it or not."

Jian Yun lowered her head, Lu Heng's conditions were very attractive, but what is Jinyiwei, the evil ghosts will peel off their skins when they enter. She is a weak and powerless woman, why should Lord Jin Yiwei take a high look at her?

Murdering with a tiger often leaves her bones dead. She is going to die anyway, and at least she will die happily without saying anything. If she makes a deal with Jin Yiwei, not only will she not be able to get a good deal in the end, but she may also sin against her fellow clan.

Jian Yun knew her position very well and was unmoved. She said, "Your Excellency has lifted it up, and the woman is next to my cousin. By chance, I know a few words, but I can't write."

Before admitting it, Lu Heng gave a warm smile and said coldly, "Bring a pen here."

Jin Yiwei quickly fetched ink and water, and Lu Heng motioned to put it in front of Jian Yun, saying, "A person's handwriting will not change easily. If you say it's not you, then write a few words to prove it."

Jian Yun did not hesitate, grabbed the pen holder with her right hand, and dipped ink in an orderly manner. Her movements of rubbing ink and brushing seemed to be done in one go, but after writing, the characters under the tip of the pen were crooked, like a novice who was just holding a brush, writing completely out of order.

Seeing her unwavering wrist, Lu Heng said unhurriedly, "Change to your left hand."

Jian Yun's fingertips trembled invisibly.

She didn't write, but Lu Heng knew that the deterrence was in place, and there was no need to stop the horse. Lu Heng walked leisurely in the yard with his hands behind his back, and said, "What I want to accomplish has never been in vain. The only choice you can make is to take the initiative to wait, or to wait after being served by a severe punishment. There is no need to expect death. There are many people in the prison who want to die. If I don’t let you die, even the King of Hell will not dare to accept it. Your two choices are no different to me. I just don’t know if other people can stand it. Jin Yiwei's torture tool."

Jian Yun's eyelashes trembled, and she understood Lu Heng's threat. If she gritted her teeth and didn't say anything, the torture tool would be placed on Ji Huan. She herself is not afraid of death, but she really can't watch Ji Huan being tortured.

Jian Yun finally had no choice but to retreat, and her shoulders suddenly drooped down: "The women of the people are willing to listen to your master's orders."