Seize My Boyfriend - B21 (22)

“Master, it has been confirmed that Mo Zhiyang was stopped by people from Dali Temple.” Report came from Beijing.

Hearing this, Mo Cheng just raised his eyebrows slightly, showing no emotion or anger, “Has the back mountain been taken care of?”

Sure enough, it would be most appropriate to send the couple out and take care of Mo Zhiyang himself. If so, These two men were soft-hearted and engaged in the business of killing and stealing goods, but they did not have the heart of gangsters.

It will only hinder the plan, and it would be better to send it out.

“It’s all done.” Jingbei didn’t expect that the young master would suddenly take action against the people in the back mountain. After all, the young master had a bitter love for him before and had to go and see him every day.

“Then let’s go.” Mo Cheng stood up.

Beijing and Beijing followed closely behind.

But for some reason, Mo Cheng’s pace became slower and slower as he walked, and his heart became more and more uncomfortable. He thought he had let go and could hate and blame happily.

When I saw the familiar bamboo forest, my heart seemed to be gripped so hard that I couldn’t breathe.

“They all deserve it!” Mo Cheng couldn’t help but soften his steps and grabbed a bamboo next to him to steady himself. He breathed heavily to regain his composure, “I will give you another chance. If you don’t agree with me anymore, Together with Mo Zhiyang, the past events will be wiped out.”

Mo Cheng thought in his heart.

Arriving at the familiar yard, Mo Cheng still subconsciously raised the corner of his mouth and used a cautious attitude to check what was inside, “Boruo.” ”

Boruo?”

The servants surrounded the small bamboo house with water. Logically speaking, there must be someone who can do it. Why is there no sound?

“Boruo!”

After calling several times but there was no response, Mo Cheng suddenly began to panic. If he really left, wouldn’t he never see him again in his life?

“Boruo, Boruo!”

Mo Cheng shouted over and over again around the bamboo house.

In the hut, Bo Ruo ignored the calls from the outside world. Who cares, he can’t go out at this time, otherwise these two people will die and the city will be in chaos.

At this time, Mo Zhiyang has been imprisoned in the prison of Dali Temple, waiting for Mr. Fu Yin’s interrogation.

“It’s very likely that Mo Cheng will take advantage of the little time I’m in prison to take action against Juyu, and may even ask the Seventh Prince to team up with the people from Dali Temple to kill me here. Once I die, it will be too late.” “No way

. , you are the nephew of Marquis Yong Yi.” The system does not think this adult is so courageous.

“The imperial power is greater than anything else. The seventh prince is the emperor’s younger brother and belongs to the royal family. Although Yong Yihou has worked hard and made great achievements, he is still a minister. A minister and a king. Mr. Fu Yin is not stupid. How can he help a minister? And I am still a nephew. With Yong Yi, Yihou Mansion has a tortuous relationship.” Mo Zhiyang was not too panicked, as long as he survived for a while and waited until rescuers came, he would only suffer physical pain at most, but not his life.

This Meocheng is really a bit tricky, let the labor and management wait!

But obviously, this world doesn’t give you a chance.

Mo Zhiyang had just been taken to the prison. In less than half an hour, someone was interrogating him and saying he wanted to go to court. How fast.

But no one knew about this. After all, the coachman was detained, but a boy from Mo Mansion suddenly said that the young master was intercepted by Dali Temple on his way back to Mo Mansion and asked someone to rescue him quickly.

Yong Yihou was so angry that he wanted to lead people to break into Dali Temple, but luckily Luo Lin also stopped him.

“Brother, you are a military commander. If you really break in, you have to think about it.” Luo Lin also looked at Yunchuan, “Jingzhi, you follow me to Dali Temple. Brother, you go into the palace to find His Majesty. Let’s go stall for time. The governor dared to do that. It was more or less authorized by the seventh prince. We are ministers. The seventh prince is your majesty’s younger brother. Only your majesty is qualified to refute the prince.” “I understand!” This governor

said

. Your Excellency is really brave. Yong Yihou stood up and said, “Come here, prepare your horses!”

Mo Zhiyang has been detained in the hall, with his hands and feet shackled, looking like a felon, kneeling in the hall, and sitting above him is a civil servant wearing official attire and a goatee.

“Is the prisoner Mo Zhiyang?” Mr. Fu Yin picked up the documents at hand and followed the procedure.

“What…what…what did you say? I…I didn’t hear…did you hear clearly.”

Mo Zhiyang pricked his ears and stretched his head over, as if trying very hard to hear clearly, but his small face Wrinkled like something.

“The prisoner is Mo Zhiyang!”

“Sheep?” Mo Zhiyang looked around, looking around and shaking his head, “Sheep, here… there are no sheep, no…”

After saying this, A lot of time was wasted.

Master Fu Yin felt anxious and had a headache when he saw him talking, and his mouth couldn’t help but tremble with him, “You, you, you… why are you a stutterer?” ”

Pfft.”

The surrounding government officials and masters couldn’t help but laugh. come out.

“Dad…yes, I…am your dad.” Mo Zhiyang nodded with a blank expression.

“Stutter! Are you stuttering?” Mr. Fu Yin became a little angry and raised his voice a little higher.

Mo Zhiyang was so angry that he wanted to stand up, but was pushed back again and retorted, “You, you are the one… the one who stutters… the one who stutters.” Good guy, stuttering and deaf,

this The young master looks spoiled and pampered, why is he so full of bad habits?

“You set fire to your father’s concubine and burned her to death because you were jealous of her pregnancy. Is this true or false?” Mr. Fu Yin stroked his beard, knowing in his heart that this was just a formality.

“I…I didn’t…hear it, you…say it…again.” Mo Zhiyang put on a serious look, as if he really wanted to hear what he said clearly.

Lord Fu Yin had no choice but to repeat it again, raising his voice specially.

“I still… still don’t understand.” Mo Zhiyang tilted his head with confusion on his face.

Forced to have no choice, Mr. Fu Yin could only ask the master to write a piece of paper for him to read. With his deafness like this, he didn’t know whether he could read or not.

Sure enough, the note was in front of Mo Zhiyang. He looked left and right, but he couldn’t figure out the reason. He shook his head, “I… I just know it. I know my name. Others… I can’t understand it.”

He is deaf, stutters, and cannot read. How can he be judged?

“Go over and talk in his ear.” He

pointed at a yamen servant and Mr. Fu Yin said something, and the yamen servant repeated it in Mo Zhiyang’s ear.

If you repeat a sentence, the prisoners may not understand it. You have to repeat it several times, and everyone’s mouth is dry.

By the time I finished reading the document, it had already been half an hour.

“I…I don’t, I don’t know…I don’t know.” Mo Zhiyang suppressed these words with all his strength.

Anyway, the paperwork has been finished. No matter what he knows or not, the seventh prince’s order is to beat him seriously and ignore the rest. “Come here, be punished!” “You…you are abusing, abusing

lynching!”

Several government servants came up, they were experts in torture. They had two sticks, one to hit the board, and a red-hot soldering iron. After using this method, half of their lives were really lost.

“First hit fifty big boards!”

Mr. Fu Yin gave the order, and someone came up and pressed Mo Zhiyang on the stool, holding down his hands and feet. The two Yamen servants took turns to hit the boards.

Looking at the delicate young man, he made no sound at all during the fight.

Mo Zhiyang gritted his teeth and suffered one blow after another: Mo Cheng, just wait for me. Given time, I will pay you back tenfold!

“Host, please stop being so stubborn. Does it hurt? I’ll blow it for you. Damn it, why don’t they come?”

“Lao Sepi can’t come. If he comes, Juyu will really be dead.” Moreover, Lao Sepi’s identity is a mystery. If he appears in front of everyone, he might be kidnapped and taken back for dissection and research.

We can’t let him come, even if we die, we can’t let him come.

After playing fifty games, Mo Zhiyang was already covered in cold sweat, but he didn’t scream. He bit the tip of his tongue to keep himself awake. If he fainted, his uncle would be in trouble.

Everyone was surprised after reading it.

“If you’re knocked unconscious, let’s draw the mark again.” Mr. Fu Yin waved his hand.

The officer put on the stick clamp. The prisoner was asked to kneel down with his feet in a straight position. The two sticks were passed through the ankles and crossed, and then they were pressed together. Usually three times, the legs would be disabled.

I don’t know if it was due to pain, numbness or something else, but I pinched it and no sound was made.

Mo Zhiyang didn’t dare to scream. If he did, he might faint. Severe pain hit his brain, and even his ears were pounding like drums.

Another officer held a red-hot iron and approached the prisoner’s face.

“Stop!”

Luo Lin didn’t care about that. He rushed into the hall and saw his dying nephew lying on the ground, as well as the soldering iron he wanted to use, “Yang’er!”

“Uncle.” As Mo Zhiyang opened his mouth, Blood also flowed from the corners of his mouth, which was caused by biting the tip of his tongue in fear of fainting.

“Yang’er?!”

Luo Lin also looked at his originally lively and noble nephew, who was now lying on the ground dying. The young master who usually had red eyes when his skin was scratched was actually injured like this. I’m sorry for the eldest sister’s spirit in heaven, named Yang’er. Suffer so much.

Yun Chuan, too, saw his miserable state, his eyes turned red, “Yang’er.” He wanted to touch his cheek, but he didn’t dare to do it for fear of causing pain again.

“Taifu.” Mr. Fu Yin didn’t expect them to come so quickly, but he didn’t panic. He had the prince’s instructions, so he stood up and saluted, “Taifu, why is this?”

“This is what I want to ask you.” Luo Lin also didn’t expect that Yang’er would be beaten so badly, and sneered, “What kind of confidence do you have to call Fu Yin for abusing lynching!” “It’s serious, Taifu, I didn’t abuse it.

” As for the lynching, the Seventh Prince handed over a document, asking Dali Temple to arrest Mo Zhiyang and bring him to justice. He said that he was robbing people of their lives and setting fire to kill people. There is a document to prove it.” Mr. Fu Yin handed over the document with both hands.

Luo Lin also took the document, and after a few casual glances, he knew that the note was indeed written by the seventh prince. The handwriting was much worse than before.

“This document says that Yang’er killed someone because he was jealous of his father’s concubine?”

“Yes.” Fu Yin handed over his hand.

The document was folded in half and thrown back to Mr. Fu Yin. Luo Lin also scolded him coldly, “Nonsense, I have seen this concubine Juyu before, and that child is not from the Mo family at all.” “Yang’er?”

Yun Chuan half-hugged the dying man in his arms. , “Hold on.”

Mo Zhiyang leaned in his arms, feeling a little nervous and wanting to struggle out.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Mr. Fu Yin did not refute, “Then let’s put the matter on hold for now and take the prisoner back to the prison. Dali Temple will find out the truth.” If Yang’er is taken back to the prison, he will die

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