How to make a famous minister

Chapter 41

Inside Jinyiwei Prison, the wind was blowing, the air was damp and turbid, and there was a stench.

However, this is just the most ordinary prison.

As the largest secret service agency in Ming Dynasty, Jinyiwei has prisons of all kinds, large and small.

Basically they can be divided into two types, the normal version and the upgraded version of the prison.

Fan Xuanchao and other arrested friends lived in the normal version.The imperial prison is the place where the emperor's imperial pen and Zhu Pi want to arrest those who are eligible to live.

If Yang Lian and the Donglin Party lose this time, basically all of them will go to jail.

But even in ordinary prisons, many people have died in them after so many years.Some died of illness due to the cold and humid environment, some were severely tortured to death, and most of them died in this environment without receiving timely treatment after being tortured.

Fan Xuanchao is a person who has died once, so he has an attitude of respecting these ghosts and ghosts.

Usually, he would be afraid to go to a dark place, let alone a prison where many people died?

I don't know if it's normal or Jin Yiwei's deliberate psychological warfare. Fan Xuanchao and the others can often see people being dragged out to be sentenced. Is that person not afraid anymore?

Fan Xuanchao saw several people who fell down and never got up again, and were dragged out by the guards all the way.

The supervisors were silent and watched.This is a dark side they have never seen before, human life is worthless, the only meaning is when the guards bring water to wash the cell, there is not much blood, and whether it has caused them trouble.

They were initially outraged and believed they would be released quickly.

It can be seen that after a few times, they became silent and stopped talking.The only words to say are those words that are repeated over and over again: "Is it hurt?" "How are you feeling?" "It's okay."

After the conversation went back and forth a few times, there was no need to speak anymore, just a few onomatopoeia could understand the meaning of the other party wherever the eyes looked.

But this is even more frightening.

After being frightened for a few times, Jin Yiwei began to ask people to ask.

Maybe it was because of their status as supervisors, or maybe it was something else, Jin Yiwei didn't beat the people who pulled over to death.It's just that scholars like Fan Xuanchao who have hardly seen blood, just seeing the blood-stained instruments of torture hanging on the wall, scared themselves half to death.

Fan Xuanchao is no exception.When he was put on the rack, he didn't know the names and purposes of the torture tools on the wall, but he looked at the half-smile expression of the executioner, and guessed that he would know almost everything later.

It's just that he didn't expect that he didn't suffer from any of those instruments of torture.

The fans put him on the shelf, took a fist-sized fire stick, swung it in a half circle, and hit him hard on the back.

"Ok!"

Fan Xuanchao has never received this kind of punishment in his two lifetimes combined.I wanted to imitate the revolutionary martyrs, no matter how many sticks they received, they would not say a word, but I didn't expect that the pain level of Jin Yiwei's beating was not at the same level as being whipped by his father with a belt when he was naughty.Fan Xuanchao made a breakthrough in one go.

After the first blow, there was no room for him to catch his breath, then the second, and the third... more than ten blows in a row.

The fire stick hit Fan Xuanchao, making a dull sound.But with the experience of the first stick, Fan Xuanchao knew the pain from the blow, closed his eyes, and didn't say a word.

But what's weird is that even those Jin Yiwei who beat the stick didn't speak a word, and they didn't even say a word in their standard "Are you recruiting or not? Don't toast or eat fine wine!".

There was silence in the torture chamber, only the sound of heavy sticks falling on the flesh could be heard.

After more than ten sticks, Fan Xuanchao was untied and dragged away.From the beginning to the end, I didn't ask a word about those lectures.

After Fan Xuanchao dragged on, the head of the execution room saw the bruises and bruises on his back through the tattered clothes, and when Fan Xuanchao pulled away and couldn't see him, he said with a smile: "Old Wang, you beat him with a stick. Yes, it is indeed the only one."

At this time, the executioner didn't have the cold face when he hit someone, and said eagerly: "It's just that, it's just that the adults tell us to beat us, so we will beat it."

The boss put the fire stick away, "It's also because of his luck, if it wasn't for the order from the superior, he would have survived the old Wang with ten sticks? You really think of yourself as a man."

Old Wang just smiled, "This kid is not bad, he can last for so long."

Fan Xuanchao didn't know that it wasn't Jin Yiwei's most "hardworking" stick that he got past, and he was relieved that he could survive.

Although he is still half dead now, the wound on his back is bruised and swollen, oozing blood, sticking to his clothes, making him grin his teeth in pain when touched lightly.

"Hanyuan, Hanyuan?" Seeing him lying face down on the ground, the supervisors didn't respond to his screams, panicked in their hearts, and stretched out their hands to push him.

"Ah!" Fan Xuanchao cried out in pain.

Seeing that he was still alive, the people around him breathed a sigh of relief, quickly helped him up, took off his coat and spread him on the floor, before moving him to the mat.No one had ever served anyone before, a group of big men, their hands were not serious, they pulled Fan Xuanchao's wound from time to time, the pain made his eyes shine golden.

"Help me take off my clothes. When the time comes, the blood will dry and stick to the wound and it will hurt even more." Fan Xuanchao said reluctantly. At this time, he was in pain for a long time, and he was quite able to bear the pain. If he left it alone, it would be even more painful when the time came suffer.

The inmates responded, and began to carefully peel off their clothes bit by bit. There were several layers of inner clothes and outer clothes, and Fan Xuanchao suffered a lot.

When they took off their clothes, they saw the criss-cross wounds on their backs, and said, "I don't know if the bones were injured, but it's impossible for Jin Yiwei to show us to a doctor. We can only wait until we get out of prison."

"Leaving a scar or hurting the flesh is a trivial matter. If it hurts the muscles and bones, it will be serious. The humidity here is heavy and dirty, and I'm afraid it's not good for the wound."

Several people said a lot of rare words, but they all sighed when they saw Fan Xuanchao's wound.

Fan Xuanchao himself could still laugh, "I'm not so coquettish, not to mention we can't stay here for a few days, the adults of the Donglin Party will be able to overthrow Wei Zhongxian, these wounds - hiss!" said excitedly When it comes to wounds, "—these wounds can be healed with medicine."

"You can go out in a few days, after all, you are a British nephew." At this time, some people always say something weird, "It's a pity that we were all imprisoned with you, but no dignified relatives can come to the rescue. I can only wait here to die."

Those inmates who surrounded Fan Xuanchao had a good time with him on weekdays, and at this moment they were all filled with righteous indignation: "Come here, did we force you? Or did we force you to go to the street with a knife? At the beginning, I said that I was voluntary, and now I was caught and said some nonsense about repentance!"

Fan Xuanchao turned his head, looked at the person who spoke, sneered and said mockingly: "You don't have to worry, I won't say anything, if I'm not the last one out of the arrested people, I'll be your grandson!"