Chapter 199 The house prepared for her
The Yong guards were not completely unprepared.
Jiang He dared to appear outside the enemy's city wall when the two countries were fighting, so he was naturally able to deal with this head-on attack.
"Stand up a shield!"
In just a moment, the guard had already pulled out a shield from the carriage and stood it in front of Jiang He.
It was the shield of the Yong Kingdom, with a square head, curved shoulders, curved waist, flat bottom, made of bronze, with Kui dragon patterns painted on the inside and outside, and was called "Dragon Shield".
The shield is so strong that even a powerful crossbow cannot pierce it.
"Clap clap clap..."
The arrows hit the shield and fell one after another.
Jiang He stood behind the shield with his face unchanged, waiting for the sound of arrows to stop.
But the function of the shield is only to protect against long-distance attacks.
If the opponent opens the city gate and rushes in, they will have no choice but to catch them.
Mang Mao, who discovered that arrows could not penetrate the shield, also realized raised his hand to stop shooting arrows, and was about to order people to open the city gate and go out to fight.
But at this moment, Jiang He's raised right hand was revealed behind the withdrawn shield.
That hand was holding something, its fingers were spread wide, and an inch-long piece of black metal hung down, swaying in the wind.
That is--
It was a three-edged arrow.
It is the arrow that Wei Ji wears around his waist every day, and it is the trust that Wei uses to mobilize his troops.
Everyone in the Wei State, from the courtiers and generals to the officials and soldiers, recognized this trust.
Mang Mao leaned out from the crenellations of the city wall with his mouth wide open.
Because of the distance, I couldn't see the inscription on the arrow.
But at this moment, he believed: The young master is really back.
Jiang He...the queen of Yong Kingdom, Jiang He...will she personally bury the young master? He turned around, with tears rolling in his eyes, and ordered in a deep voice: "Open the city gate and welcome the young master back to the city!"
There is no palace in Xinling Mausoleum, but there is a Gongzi Mansion in Xinling Mausoleum.
Although the mansion is uninhabited, there are many stewards and servants who clean the mansion, prepare food, and keep it clean and tidy to serve the master at all times.
From the city gate to the Prince's Mansion, the road was full of soldiers or people kneeling on their knees.
They cried over the death of their prince, the defeat of Wei State, and even more about their own unpredictable future.
Jiang He did not take the carriage. She started walking from outside the city gate, followed the carriage carrying the coffin, and walked into the Young Master's Mansion.
A mourning shed has been set up in the mansion, and the servants have changed into white linen clothes to observe the filial piety for the young master.
Jiang He took out the ever-burning lantern from the carriage and handed it to the servant.
This is the light that leads the way, guiding the soul back to its the course of hundreds of miles, this light never went out once.
When the coffin was parked, Jiang He walked out of the coffin and suddenly saw people kneeling in front of him.
"Slave servants, please kneel down and thank His Highness for your great kindness in attending the funeral."
Thank her for not letting the young master die in the wilderness?
In fact, this is not a big favor.
Compared to what he had given her, this was not even repayment.
Jiang He signaled everyone to stand up and said warmly: "I would like to stay here for a few days. I wonder if it can be arranged."
The steward of the Young Master's Mansion stepped forward and saluted respectfully: "His Royal Highness's room has been prepared here."
Her room? Jiang He was a little surprised, then sighed softly and followed the steward to the backyard.
Four spacious houses, neither big nor small, are comfortably and simply decorated.
Earth dragons were burning in the house, pear blossoms were embroidered on the dark green futon, and Jiang He's favorite Huizhou ink was placed on the around the screen and walking inside, you can see a finely carved mahogany bed tent hangs low and is decorated with fine pearls.
This was indeed a house prepared for her.
Although she had never been here, Wei Ji treated her as a half-owner and arranged the house.
Jiang He suddenly understood why the people and the army here were afraid of her, but the stewards and servants of the Young Master's Mansion were so respectful.
The breeze blew through the pearl bed tent, making a gentle sound.
It was like someone was whispering, like saying goodbye softly.
Jiang He turned away and held back the surging tears.
Chen Nanxing was sitting in a small side room behind the yamen of the Yongguo Weiwei Military Mansion.
There are various instruments of torture all around.
There are red-hot charcoal stoves, strange-shaped soldering irons, and plywood made of bamboo pieces of different sizes.
She didn't understand the purpose of these things, but she was trembling with fear.
Clenching his hands tightly, he knelt down on the futon with only one layer of Nanxing felt pain in her knees, back, and shoulders. Then she had stomach cramps and pain all over her body.
She knelt alone for a long time until the door opened and a burly man walked in.
This is the deputy commander of the Weiwei Army, Fang Yan.
Fang Yan doesn't like to talk and is straightforward in doing things. He is much stricter than Jiang Ben or Su Yu.
"Miss Chen," he curtly saluted, "I have something to trouble you about."
With just these words, Chen Nanxing's hair stood on end and he was managed to calm down and nodded slightly.
Fang Yan said: "A few days ago, our guard's courier lost a secret letter. General Meng was furious and ordered a strict investigation. All those who had come into contact with the letter were imprisoned and tried. Not even the spy captain Su Yu. Can be exempted from sin. However, it was found that this morning, a messenger named Lu Jingzhi committed suicide out of fear of sin."
Road commandments, small roads.
Chen Nanxing's heart felt like it was hanging hundreds of feet high in the air.
"He didn't leave a single word, but..." Fang Yan did not mince words and said bluntly, "Some people say that you two know each other well."
"Is familiarity a crime?" Chen Nanxing suddenly spoke and retorted, "I have never seen the secret letter. I came to the Weiwei Military Mansion to deliver medicine to you."
She realized that the other party did not hold her hand.
In everything, you must pay attention to evidence, and you cannot convict her just by saying nothing.
"Yes," Fang Yan nodded, "We have no evidence. But we, the Weiwei Army, only believe in the innocence of those who do not change their words after being tortured. Therefore, I have to bear it hard, girl."
Fang Yan raised his hand, and a thin man immediately walked in from the door.
He picked up the pestle, stirred the coals, and put in a soldering iron.
"What are you going to do?"
Chen Nanxing stood up suddenly.
She walked out and said as she walked: "You can't even think of interrogating me. Why don't you ask Her Royal Highness the Queen or Your Majesty if you can touch me?"
"Military aircraft are important matters," Fang Yan said, "Your Highness never interferes."
Chen Nanxing simply ran out, but the thin man suddenly stood in front of even moving, he had already grabbed her arm.
The iron-like hands held her tightly.
Chen Nanxing's face turned earth-colored and he almost fainted.
At this moment, a rough voice suddenly came from outside.
"Let go!"
Chen Nanxing looked up with tears in his eyes and saw Su Yu appearing outside the door.
"Master Su..." she cried.
"Benefactor." Su Yu still called her that way.
Perhaps because of being interrogated, Su Yu was injured.
The thick winter coat blocked the traces of the wound, but his pale lips showed that he had lost too much blood, and the red-stained collar also showed injuries on his chest.
Seeing Su Yu come in, Fang Yan stood up.
After all, he was a former superior, so he was much more polite when facing Su Yu.
"I know she is your benefactor," Fang Yan said, "but if you plead for her, you will be putting the lives of the whole family at risk. How are you going to explain to your sister-in-law when we are sitting together on the road to Huangquan for the next few days? Those children of yours , how will I blame you?"
Fang Yan did not avoid Chen Nanxing, and seemed to deliberately let her hear.
Su Yu saluted the other party severely, with a calm expression, and nodded: "The deputy commander taught you the right lesson. But she saved the humble position. The laws of Dayong are strict, and I cannot violate the laws and be accommodating. But I think today's interrogation will If she wants to be punished, let me do it for her."
Can you also do the interrogation? Can she admit the pain to you? Fang Yan shook his head repeatedly and sighed: "You and I have known each other for more than ten years, so don't make things difficult for me."
"She is a girl," Su Yu said as he unbuttoned his coat and knelt down. "What's more, the queen is indeed very good to her. If she can't bear it and dies here, it will really embarrass you."
Fang Yan didn't know about the monarch's treatment.
All I know is that since Chen Nanxing came, the queen has rewarded her with many things.
She studied in the Royal Hospital and was cared for.
But the fact that someone was tortured on his behalf was too unbelievable.
"No." Chen Nanxing also shook his head and knelt in front of Su Yu, "Master Su, don't do it for me... I am innocent."
Su Yu smiled at her and said warmly: "The benefactor is naturally innocent. So after the ten tortures, the benefactor can go out."
Ten kinds? Chen Nanxing was kneeling in shock when he heard a "squeak" sound, which was the sound of a soldering iron burning his skin.
A disgusting smell of burnt aroma filled the air, and Chen Nanxing collapsed on the ground.
Su Yu endured the pain.
Large beads of sweat fell from his forehead, and the ground became wet instantly.
His body was trembling, and he was barely holding on. His fingers pressing against the masonry almost broke in pain.
"Miss Chen," Fang Yan asked while the executioner was changing the iron, "are you innocent?"
"Yes." Chen Nanxing said.
The executioner dropped the iron and went to get a new one.
This piece was bigger, so it didn't change its place, but pressed it down again according to the newly burned skin.
Su Yu's arms couldn't support themselves in pain, and he couldn't help but lie on the pressed his forehead against the ground and gasped for air. His breath was fast and short, as if he was going to die at this moment.
But you can't die.
Fang Yan asked again: "Miss Chen, are you innocent?"
Chen Nanxing burst into tears in extreme despair.
"I am, I am, I am innocent!"
"It seems that you are not his benefactor." Fang Yan said, "Change the splint."
Splint, a splint for breaking a finger.
(End of this chapter)
