Chapter 75 You Can't Do It Either

The next day, at the end of Chenshi, Zhao Jiusi wandered to Zhao Prison Dian Mao.

Lieutenant Xiaoqi was already waiting, so Zhao went to the kitchen to fill a large bowl of food. He walked into the execution room with the food and said with a sullen face, "Is it almost done?"

"If you have food and drink, it depends on fate."

"Well, bring it in." Zhao took a mouthful of rice and said with a smile. If you want to make Zheng Rongqing unhappy, then you must make Zheng Rongqing unhappy. If you don't vent your anger, you will really treat me like a turtle hiding in its shell.

Two small flags, one on the left and one on the right, came in carrying Zheng Rongqing. Without Zhao's instructions, they had already tied them up and stepped aside with their heads bowed. Zhao was not in a hurry, and ate the rice in small bites. Soon the bottom of the big bowl was almost reached, so Zhao stopped his chopsticks and asked teasingly.

"Consort Zheng, did you kill the young marquis?"

Zheng Rongqing, who had his hands and feet tied, lowered his gaze, seeming to be a bit self-deprecating, "Would you believe it if I said I killed him?"

Hey, you’re so smart! You see, people have to be beaten and suffer. After a night of tossing, not only do they learn the truth, but their brains also become more enlightened.

Originally, he was counting on Zheng Rongqing to shout a few words, so that Zhao would have an excuse to rub him hard for a while. It would be better to scold him a few words, and then he would have an excuse to take action himself. It’s hard to be so obedient now!

"Does that mean it's not you?" Zhao finished the last few mouthfuls of rice in the bowl and waved to Xiao Qi, asking him to take out the rice bowl and serve him a pot of tea.

"no."

Zhao ignored what he said and said to himself, "It stands to reason that you can't kill the little Marquis. After all, no matter how useless he is, he is still a sixth-grade man. What do you think? A daydream! But, it's the little Marquis's hand." I’m holding the corner of your clothes, but your clothes are missing a corner, it’s really a coincidence, please explain?”

Zheng Rongqing had nothing to say. This thing was too weird and he couldn't explain it. Even his explanation was full of loopholes. At this time, silence is the best way to deal with it. The person in front of him didn't dare to kill himself because he didn't have conclusive evidence.

"Guilty?" Zhao's voice was calm. It didn't sound like he was interrogating, but like he was chatting with a friend. For a prince-in-law who has been caught, getting angry and shouting is nothing more than a waste of emotion.

After receiving the tea handed over by Xiao Qi, Zhao took a few steps forward, quickly touched Zheng Rongqing's mute point, opened his palm and pressed it on Zheng Rongqing's chest, and injected a trace of Qi into his body.

Then he turned around with the teacup in his hand, turned his back to Zheng Rongqing, waved to Xiaoqi next to him, and went up to use means. Personal vendetta, can it be over after being locked up for one night? What good things are you thinking about?

Xiaoqi stepped forward and groped Zheng Rongqing's body with his hands. He was locked up for a whole night and couldn't move his hands or feet. Otherwise, he would be useless if he couldn't get out of Zhaojing Prison. He couldn't afford it. You can't let others see the traces, otherwise your superiors won't be able to justify it, and you still can't afford it. After much deliberation, I still have to use Mr. Zhao's exclusive muscle-splitting and cross-bones. The cross-bones cannot be used. Zheng Rongqing's small body bones will not die after using them?

As soon as Zhao came to Zhao Prison, he felt that the tortures in Zhao Prison were too childish, not polite, and could easily kill people. You're already dead, why bother? So after Zhao Jiu's continuous "research" and learning from the methods of later generations, he invented a set of interrogation techniques dedicated to leaving no traces, one of which was dividing the muscles and bones.

Xiao Qi clapped her hands, raised her eyebrows and smiled, her hands turned into claws, and kept grabbing the big tendons of Zheng Rongqing's body, first pulling and then pulling, pinching, grasping, pulling out, and picking, using various techniques. Zheng Rongqing's eyes kept widening as he was tied up, and he was in unbearable pain. He wanted to scream, but his acupuncture points were tapped. He wanted to struggle, but he was tied tightly and could not move. I could only open my mouth wide, gasp through my nose, and tremble all over to relieve the pain.

Zhao took a few sips of tea comfortably before turning around and saying, "Okay, it's almost done, stop it."

When Xiao Qi heard this, he immediately stopped, stepped aside respectfully, and took the tea cup from Zhao Ju's hand.

Zheng Rongqing opened his mouth, using his mouth and nose together, and breathed out loudly. His whole body was soaked with cold sweat. His eyes were wide open, but his brows soon dropped again, as if nothing happened.

"You can't do it either." Zhao said with a smile, his tone full of ridicule, like a cat teasing a mouse under its palm.

"Tell me, let's get rid of this sooner. I see you can't stand it for a few times. It's better to be smarter, at least it will save you the pain of flesh and blood."

Zheng Rongqing, who had stopped shaking, just smiled and said nothing. He also understood that Zhao was just seeking revenge, not to mention that he was not the one who killed the young marquis. What could he say?

"Okay, be tough!" Zhao couldn't help but give a thumbs up. This kid had learned a lot. He knew that he would make many mistakes if he said too much, so he simply shut up. It was nothing more than torture for a while, but he wouldn't die. He would just endure it and it would be over.

Zhao stretched out his hand and touched Zheng Rongqing's mute point, channeling a bit of energy to prevent him from being tortured to death. He turned around with his hands behind his back and asked Xiaoqi to continue.

Soon there was another round of muscle splitting, but Zheng Rongqing felt much better this time. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth to endure it, allowing Xiao Qi to use his methods without even humming a few times.

After a while, Zhao asked Xiao Qi to stop, stepped forward to untie Zheng Rongqing's acupuncture points, and injected a trace of Qi into his body. He picked up the tea cup and let him take a big sip of tea, and wiped the sweat off his face with a handkerchief.

This time, Zhao looked at Zheng Rongqing a bit favorably. After knowing that he had done something wrong, he gritted his teeth and endured all the consequences without crying or shouting. So cruel! This kid can do great things!

"Consort Zheng, you won't blame me, will you?" Zhao asked with a smile. This kind of person who is cruel to himself is even more cruel to others, so he had to test it out.

Zheng Rongqing regained some energy after taking a sip of tea, and said expressionlessly, "I can't help but blame you, right?"

Good, good, good. This is a smart man. If you say that Zhao is not to blame, I will not believe it. Zhao couldn't help laughing. Zhao Yu took care of people!

"Lord Zheng is a smart man. Don't worry. I am sure that it was not you who killed the young marquis. But, he still has to be locked up for two days. You can't make it difficult for me, right?"

"Thank you, Lord Zhao, for your insight."

"Hahaha." The two looked at each other and laughed. See, it is comfortable to deal with smart people. You don't have to spend too much time talking. Everything is self-evident.

After laughing enough, Zhao patted Zheng Rongqing's face. This time, the two of them met and laughed away their grudges. He ordered his men to take Zheng Rongqing back, feed him with good wine and food, and don't make trouble again. Let him live comfortably for two days.

As for Zheng Rongqing's words, Zhao didn't take it to heart at all. He was not a real pacification envoy. He was just a killer. At most, he would overturn the table. What would barefoot people fear from you who wear shoes?

After venting his anger, Zhao felt much better and returned to the duty room humming a little song. After all the trouble, the revenge has been almost taken, and the money has been almost made. Now it's time to wrap it up.

The poor Jianghu people have to take the blame again, but I don't know how many people will die this time.

But what does this have to do with Zhao? I am the governor, not a Jianghu person!

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