You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 194 Come over here and hug me to keep me warm, okay?

On the second day, rumors spread that the imperial guards in the capital were incompetent and most of them were killed or injured...

After all, Chen Xingyi killed too many guards who were protecting the Taoists...

The Royal Taoist Temple cannot be built any longer, so it has to be stopped for the time being...

The Emperor of Jiaxing was furious and forced the Jingzhao prefect and the Ministry of Justice to solve the case as soon as possible! The murderer must be killed!

For this reason, Zhang Qian, the prefect of Jingzhao Prefecture, had to search the entire city, offer a large reward, and forcibly arrest suspicious persons.

This action caused chaos in the capital city. Countless young and strong men were inexplicably arrested and thrown into prison, causing chaos.

Chen Xingyi knew that he had caused trouble, so he went to see his master alone and apologized.

When people arrived at a Gu mansion, they saw a man in red sitting in the living room.

The man was about fifty years old, with a fiery red dress, a fair complexion, and one hand with orchid fingers that were particularly charming. In particular, there was a green vine in his hand, covered with green thorns and red oil, which seemed to be waiting for him.

There were several people standing around him, all of them were fellow disciples who were adopted like him.

Chen Xingyi was terrified and knelt down skillfully: "Godfather!"

The man in red immediately smiled and asked, "What's your name?"

Chen Xingyi was stunned for a moment: "Master... Master."

"You can call me father at ordinary times, but when you do something wrong, you have to call me Lord!" The smile on the red-clothed man's face was as cold as ice. He immediately grabbed a rattan stick soaked in red oil and whipped him on the back.

There was a mixture of chill and coldness in his eyes, and the whip in his hand was as sharp as a knife.

Chen Xingyi knelt upright like a stone tablet, without moving a muscle.

"Killing requires a warrant, do you know you are wrong?"

"I know I'm wrong!"

"You failed to kill Li Xiang. Do you know your mistake?"

"I know I'm wrong!"

"Will you obey my orders and be obedient in the future?"

"obedient!"

……

Finally, the man in red used the green vine to whip him until the red oil disappeared, and the beatings became harder and harder.

Chen Xingyi silently accepted Qingteng, not caring about the pain in his back. This man raised him, saved him from being sold to a eunuch, and was his father and master, and he would not tolerate any resistance.

At this moment, the red-clothed man had a gloomy expression on his face: "By the way, what you said before was that Han Miaoran was killed by Li Li, is it true or not?"

Chen Xingyi's heart trembled, and he took a deep breath: "Yes..."

The tone paused for a moment.

The man in red nodded, closed his eyes, and turned his head: "He is alive and well now, in the Empress Dowager Cixi's villa outside Beijing, copying the painting."

"Ok?"

Chen Xingyi's expression suddenly turned colder.

Everyone knows that Ling Shumo and the boss are inseparable.

Now that Lord Ling has been demoted to Dingzhou to take charge of military affairs, why would the eldest brother stay in the capital alone and even go to the Empress Dowager Cixi who tortured him?

"so……"

Chen Xingyi roughly guessed that with his adoptive father's style, he would either steal paintings or kill people.

"He must have recovered his memory and is now trapped. Once he finds out the painting, the Queen Mother's people will naturally kill him."

The man in red had wrinkles on his face and a ferocious look when he smiled because of his old age.

"Hehehe..." He couldn't help laughing, as if something sharp was scraping bluestone, wantonly and arrogant.

Chen Xingyi looked at him. The man was fumbling with the fake beard he had glued to his chin, and there was ruthlessness in his eyes.

After all, the real identity of my adoptive father is the eunuch chief of the emperor's entourage - Eunuch Gu Xiaoyu.

He has seen a lot.

Because I have no treasure and cannot grow a beard, I will be very obsessed with this.

But as eunuchs, his adoptive father was always so fierce to him and rarely had a good face. Luo Wenqi was much more amiable and would not say anything back even if he was scolded by him.

Eunuchs are different too!

Chen Xingyi sighed, endured the pain in his back, nodded slightly, and didn't know what he was thinking about.

Afterwards, he voluntarily reported the incident, and after receiving the punishment, he went quietly to the place where the offenders were imprisoned.

The blood on the back spread along the red oil to the entire back.

He was already used to this kind of pain.

Compared to being an assassin, being a gangster is more fun.

……

The wind and snow gradually subsided.

Countless crystals swirled and fell to the ground.

Within a hundred meters of the suburban courtyard, there is a wellhead that is half a person's length, and the entire well is made of bluestone.

This is the royal private well prison, which can only accommodate one person going in and out, and food is dropped down with a rope every day.

Basically, they are lynch cells set up to bypass all files of the Criminal and Prison Department.

They specifically detain people who cannot be recorded in the records, and most of them are detained to death.

After the prisoners are trapped in the well, they will often be exposed to the wind and sun, with no one in sight. The torture will always be carried out by throwing weapons at them at random from above.

Maybe today it's swords and spears, tomorrow it's iron and stone, or even snakes, insects, rats and ants, who knows.

Bai Wan lifted the copper shackles on his hands and feet, not caring that his hands and feet were already frozen red, and quietly walked into the light.

"It's been four months!"

Every day, he carves a mark on the wall, and now there are hundreds of marks.

He fumbled for the pen in his hand, pressed it on the paper with a rustling sound, and wrapped the cloth around his nose.

There is a corner here that is covered with mud. There are countless bones in the mud. They are all people who were imprisoned and tortured to death. The stench is enough to suffocate people.

Fortunately, the person who was guarding him brought a bamboo mat, and he was able to survive after spreading it out.

Unlike being forced into detention six years ago, this time he was imprisoned voluntarily and was content with his circumstances.

It was in such an environment that Bai Wan was able to put aside all thoughts of lovesickness, forget about food and sleep, and concentrate on copying the paintings.

During the four months of imprisonment, he had copied most of the paintings.

However, because he did not understand the secret of the painting, he refused to say that he had reproduced the painting. Instead, he relied on his memory to search for traces and make guesses.

Normally, this painting "Wanli Minyuan" could be completed in one month, but due to his blindness, it took four months.

Bai Wan first carved on the wall with a stone tablet based on his sense of touch, and then he recorded the points according to the chess grid positions and reproduced them on rice paper.

In order to ensure the idealization of his paintings, he even requested the use of pigments with strong odors, and often sniffed the paintings excessively, causing difficulty breathing and gasping for breath.

There are sixteen starving people in the painting, three children and a woman, one of whom is still a baby.

In the very center is actually a skinny old man who is carrying a thin boy on his back, and all the hungry people are kneeling down to this boy.

"An adult carrying a child? A thousand miles to help the country? Or..."

Bai Wan was a little confused. It was clearly something he had drawn himself, but it seemed as if it was not his own painting.

If it can be interpreted by others to mean something else, why is it so and where is it used?

He didn't dare to stop thinking, and thought about it over and over again in his mind. This was the first time he was forced to misinterpret his own painting.

rustling—

The wind and snow grew stronger and stronger, and seemed to have already submerged his ankles.

Then, the snow covered the calves, knees, and finally the waist.

Not being able to see, and being buried in the snow, the body gradually loses temperature, which means death.

When you are on the verge of life and death, you can seem to see the person you want to see last in your life in your mind.

"Zi Chen, it's so cold! Come over here and hug me to keep warm, okay?"

"I promise, I won't take advantage of you! I'm not that kind of person!"

……

Bai Wan spoke without thinking.

I closed my eyes in a daze, and felt my body was so heavy that I couldn't lift it up anymore.

Sizzle -

The rope at the wellhead suddenly fell down.