The Imperial Guard’s Revenge

Everyone has been tacitly ignoring the woman behind the commander. Unexpectedly, this woman will not avoid it and even take the initiative to speak. Several brocade-clothed guards and school captains looked at each other and looked at Wang Yanqing unhappily: "Why?"

Lu Heng didn't speak, but he stood beside Wang Yanqing, which was her invisible confidence. Wang Yanqing was not frightened by the eyes of these people, and said, "I have my own arrangements. Remove all the torture tools, and don't crowd around too many people. I will go to see Liang Bin alone."

Chapter 23 Interrogation

If you don't get punished, let everyone leave? One of the captains couldn't hold back and said, "Liang Bin's mouth is so tight that he refuses to speak after being bitten to death. With the torture instruments removed, the more he can't ask the truth."

"Yeah." Another person replied softly, "There has never been such an interrogation method."

Wang Yanqing knew that she was a raw face and a woman, and these people would not listen. She looked at Lu Heng, Lu Heng's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "Do as she said."

Several Jin Yiwei had resentful expressions on their faces, but no matter how dissatisfied they were, they did not dare not to obey Lu Heng's orders. They went into the cell to move things, and Wang Yanqing stood at the intersection, watching the black-colored and terrifying torture instruments pass by in front of them. She didn't even dare to think what these were used for, and patiently avoided her eyes.

Lu Heng stood beside him with an indifferent expression, as if this was something that was unusual. The last Jin Yiwei came out. He quickly glanced at Wang Yanqing and clasped his fists at Lu Heng: "Commander, everything is arranged inside."

Lu Heng gave a "hmm", lowered his head and asked Wang Yanqing, "Qingqing, can you go in alone? Do you want me to accompany you?"

Wang Yanqing shook his head: "No need. Liang Bin doesn't know me, but he knows you. He knows that you are the commander, so he has some precautions in his heart, and there are some things he won't say. It's enough for me to go in by myself."

Since Wang Yanqing said no, Lu Heng no longer insisted. He nodded and said, "I'm just outside, if the situation is not right, call me right away."

Wang Yanqing should be fine. She didn't care about the obvious suspicion of her gaze, and quietly walked inside. After they left, Jin Yiwei walked to Lu Heng's side, looking hesitant to say anything: "Commander, Liang Bin came from a thousand households. He is thoughtful, smart and vicious, and he has more knowledge than ordinary people. She went in and asked questions. , will Liang Bin get the news instead?"

Lu Heng was noncommittal, he raised his eyes, his eyes fell silently on the slender figure in front of him. There was a gust of wind in the prison, and the torches on the walls were bright and dim, and the flames swept across his side face, half as white as jade, and the other half was hidden in darkness, like a ghost.

Lu Heng asked in a light voice, "Is the darkroom ready?"

The subordinate nodded: "Brothers are ready, please command the envoy to move."

Lu Heng casually teased Ye Sa and strode towards the dark room: "It's up to her to see who will be trapped."

The prison is dark and dark, and there are many secret rooms hidden. Sometimes there is no one in the passage, but in the dark room, you can see clearly. Liang Bin's cell is one of the places that can be monitored by a dark room.

Lu Heng walked into the dark room, and when the people below saw it, they immediately moved to the seats diligently. Lu Heng waved his hand, indicating that they should not be too busy, and slowly paced to the dark window.

At this moment, outside the window, Wang Yanqing was pulling open the door of Liang Bin's cell and entering lightly. Just now when Jin Yiwei withdrew, he opened the lock of Liang Bin's cell, and Wang Yanqing could open it with just a pull.

There was a man sitting in the corner. His hands and feet were chained, and he sat on the hay with his head down. Even when he heard someone coming in, he didn't raise his eyes. After spending a day in prison, his description quickly became haggard, and there were bruises on his face, which should have been left by Liang Wenshi's interrogation by Jin Yiwei before he committed suicide.

Wang Yanqing entered the door, looked around at the environment in the cell, and said, "It's really cold here, can that pile of thatch keep out the cold?"

A woman's voice suddenly sounded in the cell, Liang Bin raised his head and glanced, and when he saw Wang Yanqing, he lowered his head again, showing a lack of interest and refusal to cooperate. Wang Yanqing was not annoyed at being ignored. She took two steps in the cell and saw that there was ice in the corner, and there were faint mice. There was an armchair in the open space. To come in, they didn't move out.

Luckily she wore platform boots, otherwise she wouldn't be able to stand. Wang Yanqing thought this and said, "You should know that your mother has already hanged herself."

Hearing this, Liang Bin finally reacted. He looked up, his eyes were red, his jaw clenched tightly, and he asked numbly and fiercely, "Are you here to taunt me for them? I've said it before, I don't know anything."

ridicule? Wang Yanqing said nothing, thinking that this word is very interesting. She smiled, sat on the wooden chair next to her, clasped her hands on her knees, lowered her eyes, and looked at Liang Bin as much as possible: "I'm sorry about your mother, my condolences."

The flesh on Liang Bin's cheeks twitched, as if he thought this was a new type of torture method, first find a woman to let him relax, and then use torture. Liang Bin turned his face away, still looking like he couldn't get in.

And Wang Yanqing did not rush to ask about the case. Instead, she said to Liang Bin like a sister next door talking, "You mother and son should have a good relationship. I heard people say that you were smart when you were young and learned everything quickly. Is it true that if you recite a thousand-character script, you can recite hundreds of ancient poems at the age of five?"