A gentleman is omnipotent [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 61 The Hermit Has Hidden Pain 7

The two were arguing, and the old lady rushed in to report that the master was back.

Mrs. Han put her hips on her hips, "I took these days off and didn't do anything serious. After a day's work, I went to meet him and couldn't wait to come back to see the rabbit. He's really promising!"

While speaking, Han Ze had already entered the door. When he saw Mrs. Han holding scissors and Fang Muan covering his belly, he guessed it halfway.

Mrs. Han didn't have the strength to argue, she threw the scissors and spread her hands, "Give me a fallen flower tear."

Without saying a word, Han Ze immediately took out a medicine bottle from his arms and poured it for her.

Fang Mu'an was dumbfounded when he saw this, Qi's family relied on virtue, Master Han's Qi family relied on Luoying, his wife used Luoying's tears, and the mistress used Luoying's blood.

Madam Han took the medicine and stuffed it into her mouth, pointed at Fang Muan and said viciously, "Ten days."

Han Ze helped Fang Muan to sit on the bed, lifted his clothes and looked at the wound, "What ten days?"

"Nothing, your wife is talking nonsense."

Han Ze caressed his hand, "Ziqian, do you remember me?"

Fang Muan hurriedly took Han Ze's hand back, "I remembered something from ten years ago when Wenxuan was interrogated yesterday. When do you want to interrogate him, take me there."

Han Ze looked hesitant, "The emperor is indeed urging Wenxuan to be interrogated early, and I have also arranged for the interrogation hall to be interrogated today. Can you still bear it?"

"I can bear it, I can bear it, but he is the one who gets whipped and put on a stick, not me, so why can't I bear it."

Han Ze sneered, "Being whipped and pinned? How could it be so cheap for him."

A chill ran down Fang Mu'an's back, and even being whipped and pinched made him feel cheap, so what would he do if he wasn't cheap?

He had a hunch that he was going to open his eyes.

Han Ze fed Fang Mu'an, helped him change his clothes, and prepared his car to go out.

When the two arrived at the Ming Si Tian Prison, a group of secret guards and jailers were already waiting to greet them, and one of them was particularly eye-catching.

Song Luo.

Seeing Han Ze who was carrying someone in with an exaggerated posture, Song Luo couldn't move forward or retreat. It was wrong to step forward to call someone, and it would be rude not to step forward. In the end, he could only compromise and bow at the same place, "Teacher."

Is it Fang Muan's illusion or something else, that kid has grown taller, his face has turned rosy, and his complexion is much better than the last time I saw him.

It is true that one side supports one person, and the water and soil in the Princess Mansion are naturally excellent.

Han Ze put Fang Muan on the ground, smiled and nodded to Song Luo, "Have you seen it?"

Song Luo bowed his head and bowed back, "I haven't seen you yet."

While the two were talking, Song Luo didn't even look at Fang Mu'an, as if the masked and wrapped rice dumpling in front of him was a transparent person.

This kid's eyesight is really extraordinary.

Fang Mu'an felt a sense of crisis in his heart, "It's still yesterday's old rules, let me interrogate him alone."

This remark was perfunctory once, but not the second time. Although Han Ze still had a smile on his face, his tone was undeniable, "You remember some things now, and some things you can't remember. It's better for me to mention them from the side. .”

He said something in his mouth, but he didn't think in his heart.

Fang Muan didn't dare to be stubborn, Han Ze might already have doubts about his abnormality, so it's better not to touch people's scales endlessly.

The three of them walked to the door of Wenxuan's cell, Fang Mu'an was at the front, looking in through the iron window, the little tortoise had been let go of his hands and feet a long time ago, and was sleeping wrapped in an iron bed.

Annoyed, Han Ze asked the guard, "How long has he been sleeping?"

"I have been sleeping since I had dinner last night, and I have been sleeping until now."

Fang Mu'an knew that Han Ze was blaming him in his heart, so he didn't dare to intervene, so he pretended to order someone to open the cell door.

The rattling of the iron door lock didn't wake up Wen Xuan, who had been sleeping forever. Han Ze gritted his teeth and said, "Get a bucket of cold water and pour him awake."

Fang Muan hurriedly stopped him, "Forget it, forget it, it's hard to clean up the wet one, just slap him awake. What, Song Luo, you go."

The Song Luo people were still standing outside the prison door, and they were suddenly called out, and they were a little at a loss for a while.

Han Ze only ordered the shadow guard, "Pick him up and take him to the execution hall." After saying that, he came to help Fang Mu'an.

The group turned to the punishment hall, Fang Mu'an thought that the punishment hall Han Ze mentioned was the same type of product as the one he was arrested with Yun Chen last time, and it was only when he entered that he realized how wrong he was.

This room is a real torture hall, just looking at the dazzling array of instruments of torture that cannot be named, Fang Muan was dumbfounded.

The little turtle is dead today!

When Wen Xuan was tied to the stake, he was still dazed, and what was even more annoying was that he snored a few times from time to time.

There were three chairs behind the desk. Han Ze arranged for Fang Muan to sit in the middle, himself to sit on the right, and Song Luo to sit on the left.

As soon as the three of them sat down, the kidnapped shadow guard poured a bucket of cold water on Wen Xuan.

Before Fang Muan could stop him, the bucket had already been emptied, and Wenxuan was shocked by the cold water, disturbing his dream, he reluctantly opened his eyes and shook his head to shake off the water on his face.

Fang Mu'an squinted at Song Luo. Song Luo was not indifferent to Wenxuan's situation, but he still had determination in his eyes rather than selfishness.

Wen Xuan saw the surrounding situation clearly, felt tired and lowered his head again, and before lowering his eyes, he gave Fang Mu'an a look with ulterior motives.

Fang Mu'an wished he could kneel down to him, it's a good thing he still has the time to make trouble.

Han Ze sneered, and Fang Mu'an said, "Didn't Ziqian say yesterday that he was going to fall from the ninth heaven to the eighteenth hell? Tell me how you want to use torture?"

I'll wipe it, and I'll kill his army as soon as I come up.

Fang Muan was hesitating about how to answer, Song Luo shouted to Wenxuan, "Hand over the list of officials contacted by King Ji in the thirteen provinces and the list of Lianghuai salt merchants."

Wen Xuan looked up at Song Luo, "It was His Highness Ji Wang who saved you, and it was His Highness Ji Wang who raised you. You have learned a lot of etiquette of loyalty and filial piety, but you are so ungrateful."

Song Luo was beaten seven inches, but his expression remained unchanged, "Hand over the list of officials contacted by King Ji in the thirteen provinces and the list of salt merchants in Lianghuai."

Is this brat turned into a repeater?

Wen Xuan did the same thing, gnashing his teeth and scolding Song Luo for being ungrateful again.

Han Ze couldn't stand it anymore, "Come here, pull out his fingernails for me."

Fang Mu'an was terrified, and Song Luo was also a little surprised, how could he make a move after only a few words.

"stop."

Seeing the criminal officer trying to pull out Wenxuan's nails with pliers, Fang Mu'an protested.

Han Ze frowned, and Song Luo swallowed.

Fang Muan also knew that his actions were exaggerated, so he hurriedly laughed apologetically, "Pull out his nails as soon as he comes up, and he will pass out from the pain, so don't even think about asking anything."

The mask he was wearing was originally expressionless, coupled with such nondescript laughter, it made the gloomy torture hall a little weirder.

Han Ze snorted coldly, "Pull out his nails is just a meeting ceremony, if he still doesn't confess after pulling out his nails, then chop off his fingers one by one until he confesses, if he still doesn't confess after chopping off his fingers, then chop off his toes If you don’t move your toes, you can cut off your hands and feet, goug out your eyes and ears, cut off the flesh of his body piece by piece, cook it and feed it to him, or else..."

"Stop, stop, stop, I probably understand what it means."

Fang Mu'an couldn't listen anymore. From Han Ze's first sentence, cold sweat started to flow down his forehead, covered his neck and covered his whole body.

Mr. Han deserves to be a super shaker, judging from his true cruelty, letting him only play with whips and candles in the past is really depressing his nature.

Fang Muan's blood was cold, but fortunately he was wearing a mask to hide his expression, so he could grin his teeth as much as he wanted.

The criminal officer held the pliers and waited for Han Ze to show him; seeing Han Ze's "pull" was on his lips, Fang Mu'an hurriedly reached out to hold Han Ze's hand, "Wait a minute..."

Song Luo only stared at Wenxuan, and didn't dare to look at them at all.

Han Ze couldn't breathe normally after being caught by Fang Muan's hand, and in the end he failed to give the execution order, so he held Fang Muan's hand with his backhand, interlocking his fingers, almost using bone-crushing strength.

Fang Muan's pinched joints were almost dislocated, and at the same time, he felt deeply sad for his behavior of betraying his appearance, "My lord, my hand hurts."

Han Ze let go of his hand slowly, heaved a sigh of relief, and winked at the judge, who bowed his head and stepped aside.

Wen Xuan kept his fingernails, but there was no sign of thanking Fang Muan in his eyes, he just stared at his handshake with Han Ze and sneered silently.

Fang Mu'an is so angry, I sacrificed my principles for you, yet you still despise me with the expression of catching a rape in bed.

At this stage in the development of the plot, it was embarrassingly stagnant, and there was no way to ask questions, and the execution was stopped again.

Han Ze looked at Fang Muan with piercing eyes, clearly saying, Youcanyouup.

Fang Mu'an was forced to put the duck on the shelf, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet, pushed away the chair and walked down from the office desk, and walked to Wenxuan on his stomach.

Wen Xuan smiled heartlessly, his small eyes were full of tenderness, and he was a little excited by the current atmosphere.

Fang Muan's tongue was tied, "Hand over the list of officials contacted by King Ji in the thirteen provinces and the list of salt merchants in Lianghuai."

Song Luo almost spit out old blood in the back, wishing to sue Fang Mu'an for infringing his intellectual property rights on the spot.

Wen Xuan couldn't help it either, looking at Fang Mu'an he couldn't stop laughing, his eyes wished a small mouth could pop out a few red hearts on his face.

If the flirting continues like this, a fool will see that there is something wrong with the two of them.

Fang Muan's brain twitched, and he raised his hand and gave Wenxuan a big ear of spring, "What are you looking at!"

Wenxuan didn't expect that Fang Mu'an was beaten, and when he turned his face to one side, his expression became very exciting.

Fang Muan grabbed his hair and turned his face, and was about to say something harsh, but his voice changed into a cry of pain.