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His last memory..,
Seemed to be crying and begging for mercy,
But he was still branded by the red and hot soldering iron again and again. He was in so much pain that he fainted several times.
Just as he thought of this, a wave of heat came from in front of him,
Qin Song looked at the red soldering iron approaching him, and his body began to tremble reflexively,
Causing the tall executioner to laugh at him.
"Didn't you say that you were a tough nut to crack?" The man threw the soldering iron back into the brazier in boredom. He slowly lifted the youth's chin, which was soaked in cold sweat and ice water, and said, "You can't hold on after only two rounds of torture. The southerners are indeed weak... but, tsk tsk, you're really good-looking."
She was beautiful, but unfortunately, her identity was special,
And she was locked up because of that matter. Before the higher-ups gave the order, she did not dare to act recklessly.
The man let go and said, "Give me the thing."
The subordinate handed over a piece of paper, and the man took it,
He stretched it out in front of Qin Song and said, "On this,
It's the thing you confessed to just now,
You should still remember, right? In a while,
She obediently copied it down.
Sign it, and you don't have to suffer anymore... Hmm? "
Qin Song looked up. Perhaps the pain was too much just now, and his memory was a little blurry. He only remembered that he was in so much pain that he couldn't stand it anymore. He admitted to whatever they said, hoping that he would suffer less. It seemed that it was indeed these things.
Qin Song was silent for a moment before he said, "How about I press my fingerprint?" His voice was low, hoarse, and weak.
He actually dared to make conditions!
The man sneered sinisterly, "What do you think?"
Qin Song let out a sigh and said, "Then forget it." If he really had to write this confession that he was a spy from the Northern Qi, who had assassinated Qin Yue to drive a wedge between the Qin and Chu countries, what awaited him and his family would definitely be the most miserable fate. Even Chu Chu would be implicated.
He closed his eyes and stopped talking.
The man was furious and forcefully pinched his chin. He grinned and said, "Did you not enjoy enough just now? Since he doesn't want to write, it's useless to keep his hands. Someone, help Qin Song Gongzi crush his beautiful fingers one by one! "
Qin Song reluctantly opened his eyes again and said, "The King Of Qin ordered you to interrogate me. Do you really want to know why I tried to assassinate him, or do you want to force me to copy the story you made up? Do you want to ask clearly before you come? "
The man's expression turned solemn. "So there's a hidden reason for you to assassinate the king?" Wasn't it because of what happened on the bed? Could there be some inside story? Wasn't this a sign that he was going to make a great contribution?
Qin Song smiled, "No, I'm just killing for fun when I'm bored."
"You!" The man shook him off and said, "Watch him!"
Qin Song lowered his head and fell asleep.
…
Qin Yue looked at the young man chained to the wall. His expression was cold and his eyes were malicious.
The young man's head was lowered. His long hair was disheveled and fell to his waist. He was still wearing his thin underwear, but the layers of blood stains made it impossible to see its original white color. Its owner was also no longer cold and arrogant. Covered in cuts and bruises, he was dragged by the iron chain. His thin and slender figure showed a miserable beauty.
"At the beginning, he was so arrogant." The man who first carried out the torture stood beside Qin Yue and said, "But after a few lashes, he began to cry for his father and mother. When the soldering iron was touched, he was even more unbearable. I told him to call his ancestors and he almost peed in his pants."
Qin Yue sneered. The man waved his hand and someone poured a basin of cold water on the young man's head. The young man tilted his head slightly. It was obvious that he had woken up.
The man went forward and pulled the young man's hair to raise his head. Qin Song looked up at the man beside him, then looked at Qin Yue who was sitting in front of him. Then, he lowered his eyes again.
"Speak!" The man shouted coldly, "Why did you assassinate the king? Who ordered you to do so? "
Qin Song was speechless. If he really wanted to assassinate the King Of Qin, he should have done it when Qin Yue was at his weakest. Why did he resist so desperately from the beginning? It was fine that the man didn't know the inside story, but why was Qin Yue here to join in the fun?
"You really want to know?"
The man said angrily, "Stop talking nonsense!"
Qin Song sighed and said, "Because … the King Of Qin has … body odor! I can't stand it. "
The man was stunned and didn't know how to continue the conversation.
Should he refute: Nonsense, the king doesn't have body odor at all!
Or should he ask: You want to assassinate the king because he has body odor? That's ridiculous!
After a while, he came to his senses and said angrily, "Are you playing with me?"
"Yes!" Qin Song said lightly, "I am playing with you!"
The man raised his hand and was about to slap him when a cold snort came from behind him, "Is this what you mean by 'obedient like a dog'?"
The man trembled and knelt on the ground. He said anxiously, "My king, this boy has forgotten the pain after the scars have healed. As long as I teach him a lesson, he will be obedient immediately!"
"Is that so?" Qin Yue chuckled and got up to pick something in the brazier. He pulled out a red-hot soldering iron. The man heard the sound and looked up. He hurriedly said, "How can I let my king dirty your hands with this kind of thing? Let me do it."
"You do it?"
"Yes, yes, I'll do it, I'll do it." The man reached out to take the soldering iron. The next moment, he let out a shrill scream and fell to the ground. He twitched and rolled on the ground as if he had been electrocuted.
The air was filled with the smell of burnt flesh.
Qin Yue threw the soldering iron on the man's shoulder to the ground and smiled, "Very interesting indeed."
His gaze fell on Qin Song.
The boy pursed his lips and his face was pale.
He knew that he had fallen into the most dangerous situation. The ruthlessness and interest in the King Of Qin's eyes were frightening. However, there was no difference compared to before. Those people did not torture him for the sake of giving a confession, but purely to torture him.
"Your bones are indeed very hard, and your courage is also very big. I like it very much," Qin Yue said. "It seems that this Lonely One should thank you. It's been a long time since this Lonely One has encountered something so interesting."
He pulled out another soldering iron from the brazier and smiled, "Very interesting indeed."
He walked forward slowly and lifted the boy's chin. He put the red soldering iron close to his face and said, "I heard that you are very afraid of pain?"
Qin Song tried his best to turn his head to avoid the heat. His voice was still light, "Yes."
Qin Yue lowered his head. The boy under his palm was trembling. His face was as pale as paper. His drooping eyelashes were very moving. His lips were wet with cold water and although they were pale, the shape was shockingly beautiful.
Qin Yue looked and his thumb unconsciously stroked them. Sure enough … they were as soft and beautiful as he imagined.
His interest in torturing him was temporarily suppressed by another desire. Perhaps … there was no rush. He should enjoy it first.
Feeling the touch on his lips become slower and heavier, Qin Song looked up and saw Qin Yue's Adam's apple move slightly. He heard his gradually heavy breathing.
Qin Song was first stunned and then angry. He shook his head fiercely and avoided Qin Yue's finger.
Qin Yue twisted the boy's head back. Holding his chin, he whispered, "Open your mouth."
Qin Song gritted his teeth.
Qin Yue slowly put the soldering iron close to his face. He lowered his head and whispered hoarsely in his ear, "Open your mouth." His voice was low and hoarse, with a sense of danger.
Qin Song looked at the red iron piece that was close at hand. Although he hadn't touched it yet, the skin on his face had already been scorched with a scorching pain. The tiny hairs on his face were burnt, making an indiscernible sizzling sound and an unpleasant smell rushed into his nose.
His body was trembling uncontrollably. But in the depths of his heart, he felt that this fear was so superficial. It was as if he was sitting on the stage and watching the emotions of others … Most importantly, why did the red soldering iron look so intimate and attractive?
"Open your mouth!" Qin Yue pinched the boy's chin and forced his face to the soldering iron. He made a low threatening sound in his throat, "Hmm?"
Then, he saw the youth finally raise his eyes. His pair of pitch-black eyes didn't have the slightest bit of fear as he had imagined. Instead, they were as tranquil as a clear pool. When Qin Yue's heart trembled slightly, he saw the youth gently raise the corner of his lips and press his face against the crimson iron. Such a tragic action, yet this youth actually carried a kind of unhurried and unhurried feeling.
The glaring white smoke stung his eyes. The sizzling sound deafened his ears. The smell of burnt flesh assailed his nostrils …
Qin Yue was stunned for a moment before he reacted. He threw the soldering iron far away and retreated a few steps. After a while, he heard the sound of his heart beating.
He was actually scared! The king of Western Qin, Qin Yue, who had killed countless people, was actually scared. At that moment, he was panicking.
"Your, Your Majesty?"
Qin Yue violently gasped for breath. He looked at the boy who was about to faint. The meaning in his eyes was hard to understand. "Wake him up for me!"
Qin Song woke up and saw Qin Yue's enlarged face. It was still gloomy, but there was a bit of exasperation. He gritted his teeth and said, "You're afraid of pain, but you'd rather be tortured by the soldering iron than let me touch you."
Qin Song glanced at him and said in a light voice, "Yes!"
Qin Yue was furious. He didn't notice it before, but now he could easily hear the contempt and contempt in the boy's voice.
He lowered his voice and said, "Good, very good. If you don't care about anything, I don't know what to do with you. Tell me, if I hand you over to the military camp, how will the criminal army treat you? "
He smiled and said, "What about the world famous Qin Song Gongzi? Maybe if you play the zither and sing for them, they'll take pity on you?"
Qin Song said, "You wouldn't dare."
"I wouldn't dare?" Qin Yue laughed and said, "You said I wouldn't dare? In this world, is there anything that I, Qin Yue, wouldn't dare to do? "
He grabbed Qin Song's chin and said coldly, "I just wanted to scare you. Since you said I wouldn't dare, if I really let you go, it would show that I'm incompetent!"
Qin Song frowned. "Your Majesty, did you forget that I hurt my face?"
"Don't worry, they won't despise you. Although your face is hurt, you still have good skin and flesh!"
Qin Song looked at him and said helplessly, "Your Majesty knows that I'm famous, but you should know that I have scholarly honors. Although I didn't have time to participate in the court examination, I was born in Xie Yuan … "
Qin Yue laughed and said, "Born in Xie Yuan, famous all over the world … What do you think these are in my eyes?"
Qin Song sighed and said softly, "So … you're an idiot."
Qin Yue was furious. "What did you say?"
Qin Song sighed and said, "Rotten wood can't be carved … You didn't cultivate with me, so why should I teach you?"
Qin Yue was not a fool. Previously, he only treated Qin Song as a toy. After being repeatedly provoked, he lost his former sharpness. Now that he was reminded several times, he finally understood. He was a king, so he naturally knew that he could only conquer the world with a large number of soldiers and generals. To rule the world, he relied on the imperial officials. The people of this class had very strange tempers. Sometimes, they despised each other and disliked each other for inexplicable reasons. Sometimes, they would firmly stick together.
All the imperial officials had their pride and couldn't be humiliated.
Qin Song was born in Xie Yuan and was famous all over the world. If Qin Yue only wanted to rape him, it would be considered a personal loss. However, if he ordered people to torture Qin Song to death because he refused to submit, it would be tyrannical and unscrupulous. It would be a disgrace to all the scholars in the world. If it really spread out, not to mention the other countries, even the scholars in Daqin itself wouldn't work for him.
If it was the Qin Yue from before, he might not take this matter to heart. However, now that he had just conquered the three countries, it was the most chaotic time. He deeply understood why it was easy to conquer the world, but difficult to rule the world. At this moment, he didn't dare to provoke the imperial officials in the world.
If Qin Song's face wasn't injured, they could quietly kill him and report his sudden death to cover it up a little bit with a grand burial. Even if the officials knew what was going on, those who wanted to curry favor with the powerful would pretend that they didn't know and still surrender. However, if he had obvious injuries on his face, the imperial officials couldn't pretend to be stupid even if they wanted to.
Moreover, he was famous all over the world. It would be difficult to hide his corpse from the world even if he wanted to.
Qin Song saw that his face changed in an instant and knew that he had figured it out. He chuckled and said, "His Majesty didn't deliberately hide this matter from the public. Now that my face has been tortured … Why don't you torture me again and see if you can make me make a copy of the confession? At that time, you can beat me, kill me, or humiliate me as you wish. "
Qin Yue looked at him deeply, snorted coldly, and left in a huff.
Qin Song watched the figures of these people disappear, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. He sighed, "It's really not easy to keep my life."
His eyes fell on the soldering iron that fell on the ground. The hot soldering iron now had a faint layer of frost …
"Forget it. If I don't have enough strength, I'll make up for it with quantity."
Qin Song drank a jar of wine and finally got drunk. In the end, he lost consciousness. When someone came in and put him to bed, he didn't react. Instead, he had a strange dream for the whole night.
In the dream, he stood high in the clouds. With a wave of his sleeve, the sea rolled back, and the sky and earth turned upside down. With a draw of his sword, the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, and the earth shook. He galloped freely and was very happy … Unfortunately, when he woke up early in the morning, he was still a useless scholar who didn't even have the strength to truss a chicken.
After a simple freshening up, he came out. Han Pu and Yu Sheng were fighting in the courtyard. Qin Song watched for a while and felt that it was interesting. He casually broke a willow branch and called out, "Han Pu!"
Han Pu turned his head, "What?"
Qin Song smiled and said, "Watch my sword."
A "sword" pierced over.
Han Pu rolled his eyes. Before he could say, "Don't mess around," his pupils suddenly shrank. He wanted to retreat, but he also wanted to raise his saber to block. In the end, he just stood there in a daze, watching the soft willow branch stop in front of his forehead.
Looking at Han Pu's scattered pupils and the big cold sweat on his forehead, Qin Song slowly withdrew his "sword". He smiled and said, "How was it?"
Han Pu felt his heart start beating again. He stared at Qin Song for a long time as if he was looking at a monster. He swallowed hard and said, "This, last night, you …"
Qin Song nodded. Han Pu let out a series of strange cries and rushed out.
Qin Song laughed.
Yu Sheng said blankly, "What's wrong with him?"
Qin Song smiled and said, "He probably feels that he has lived his life in vain …"
Before he finished speaking, Han Pu's strange cries came from outside the door, "I have lived my life in vain for the past twenty years! My God, you can't bully people like this … "
Yu Sheng put away his weapons, the two short swords, and said, "I'll tell them to set up the table."
Qin Song nodded and his eyes narrowed. He did not deliberately hide his acquaintance with Han Pu. In any case, when he was in Southern Chu, he had a lot of friends and knew some heroes who were good at martial arts. It was reasonable that his friends were worried about his situation and came to help him. With Han Pu's skills, if he accidentally sold himself to him, it would be suspicious.
What surprised him was Yu Sheng's reaction. Unless Yu Sheng was blind, he should have seen through it. But he was indifferent. It was not that he hid it too well, but he did not care about it at all.
This Shadow Guard was so innocent that it was a little scary.
Qin Song retracted his mind and thrust out his "sword" again. This time, however, he couldn't find the feeling of the casual stab when he was joking just now. He tried several times in a row, but each time was more useless than the previous one … Fortunately, he had never thought of reaching the sky in a single bound. Shrugging his shoulders, he threw away the willow branch and went to have breakfast.
Because Han Pu ran away without a trace, only Qin Song and Yu Sheng could eat breakfast. When Han Pu came back, Qin Song had already finished practicing his sword and was doing carpentry with Yu Sheng.
"The sword you wanted!" Han Pu casually put a sheathed sword in front of Qin Song and said proudly, "I did everything you asked me to do."
Qin Song knew he was talking about the teahouse. He nodded and looked at the sword in front of him. The veins on his forehead began to throb.
Han Pu smiled and said, "Didn't you want a heavier sword? I promise, this is the heaviest sword in the whole Qin Capital! "
Qin Song also believed that this was indeed the heaviest "sword" in the Qin Capital. A small part of it was stuck in the ground, and the hilt almost reached his chest. The sword was almost two palms wide, like a door plank. Although he could not see the thickness of the sword in the scabbard, looking at its length and width, it definitely could not be thin. The weight of such a sword could be imagined.
Qin Song pulled the sword out of the scabbard after pulling it up from the ground. He was not tall enough, so it was a little difficult to pull the sword out directly. Then Qin Song found that with his strength, it was not difficult to lift it up, but if he wanted to hold the hilt and hold it horizontally … he was still far from it.
"You did it on purpose?" Qin Song played with the sword and said casually.
This was definitely revenge! Didn't I just scare him with the willow branch? What a petty person!
Han Pu firmly denied, "Didn't you want a heavy sword? It wasn't easy for me to get it! "
It would be strange if Qin Song believed him. He lowered his head to study his new sword. Although it looked a little strange, it was definitely a good sword. The material and refining methods were all first-class. Qin Song also smelled a strong smell of blood … This sword had seen blood, and it was very likely that it had killed people like flies.
Then he thought of the word "Nong" that Han Pu mentioned and asked, "Whose sword is this?"
Han Pu laughed. Yu Sheng answered, "It was used by the General of Qi, Wang Meng."
Qin Song knew Wang Meng. He was a famous vanguard in Da Qi. He was eight feet tall and had extraordinary strength. Every time he attacked a city, he rushed to the front and killed countless people. In the countries bordering Da Qi, his name had the magical effect of stopping children from crying at night.
"Wang Meng came to the Qin Capital?"
Han Pu coldly snorted, "Not only did he come, but he was also very arrogant. A few days ago, he rode his horse on the street and injured countless people. After being warned by the King Of Qin, although he no longer rode his horse, he was still so arrogant. That day, he casually destroyed someone's stall. The stall owner mustered up the courage to ask him for compensation. He was almost killed by him with a punch. The low-ranking official who came to stop him also lost two big teeth … I saw it with my own eyes more than just these two times. I heard that he also caught a few young women on the street and ruined them. Now, even the slightly prettier women don't dare to go out! "
"When I went out today, I saw him take a big tray of steamed buns and leave after eating. He didn't even return the tray … I don't like him no matter how I look at him. Plus, you wanted a heavy sword, so I took his sword."
Qin Song held the sword with both hands and reluctantly drew an ugly sword flower. He asked, "Did you steal it or snatch it?"
"Uh," Han Pu scratched his head and said, "It can be considered … half stealing and half snatching?"
Yu Sheng raised his head and asked, "What do you mean by half stealing and half snatching?"
Qin Song continued, "It means that when you steal something and are discovered by others, you can only take the thing and run away!"
"Nonsense!" Han Pu said angrily, "Do you think I'm that useless? I only left after exchanging a few moves with him, okay? "
Qin Song stabbed the sword into the ground and said, "Take it and return it to him."
Han Pu said unhappily, "Even if you don't like it, you don't have to return it to him, right? In order to snatch this thing, he almost broke my bones. "
Qin Song said, "It's precisely because I like it that I want you to return it to him so that I can take it back openly. When I go to the battlefield in the future, do you think I'll use a stolen weapon?"
"You want to go …" Thinking of the sword in the morning, Han Pu changed his words halfway and said, "In any case, I'm not going!" As an assassin, he had always been in charge of killing, not burying. Asking him to return something, there was no way!
Qin Song didn't force him and said, "Yu Sheng, take the sword to the yamen and say that you picked it up on the road. Ask them to help you put up a notice to find the owner."
Before Yu Sheng could answer, Han Pu laughed and said, "I like this idea! If they put up a notice, wouldn't Wang Meng's reputation be swept to the ground? Haha! I'll go, I'll go! "
Qin Song snorted coldly and said, "Are you going to tell the yamen that you're the thief?"
"I …" Han Pu, who had been demoted to a thief, was so angry that he couldn't say anything. Yu Sheng was right beside him, so he couldn't even refute that he wasn't a thief but an assassin.
Yu Sheng took the sword and left.
Qin Song continued to cut the wood, and Han Pu took over the work that Yu Sheng left behind.
Qin Song said as he worked, "The Kingdom of Korea was destroyed by Qin. Why do you seem to dislike the Qi people more?" It wasn't that he had to do it himself, but in this era, skills had always been taught by word of mouth. He drew a blueprint for the woodworkers to make, but they could only look at it and not understand it. Qin Song had the time to explain the shape and size clearly, and he had already made it himself. He only needed to make one set anyway, and according to Yu Sheng, this could also train his wrist and finger strength.
"Neither of them are good things," Han Pu said, "But in comparison — for example, if you're renting someone else's house, would you prefer a new landlord to continue paying the rent after the landlord was destroyed, or would you prefer a group of people to come and steal your food, sleep with your woman, burn your house, or even capture you and make you into a slave?"
Qin Song was silent.
Han Pu sighed and said, "Although the Qin soldiers also committed all kinds of crimes when they crossed the border, they still came for the army and the land. But for the Qi people, their purpose was mostly to burn, kill, and pillage … Of course, ordinary people like us hate them more. But it's different for officials and nobles like you." Daqi was a nomadic tribe on the grassland. They were not good at farming, nor were they good at defending cities. When they were short of resources, they would come to the Central Plains to pillage. When the enemy's army came, they would retreat completely.
Qin Song was silent for a moment, and then asked, "War … what is it like?"
Han Pu said, "You haven't seen it before?"
"Yes," Qin Song said, "As long as I can remember, Great Chu has never had a large-scale war. I heard that when the Qin State destroyed the Han State, there was once a minister who proposed to send troops to help, but the King of Qin sent a messenger, threatening and enticing him, saying that if Great Chu sent a soldier or a pawn, the Qin army would abandon the Han State and attack Great Chu … The monarch was scared, so he didn't send a soldier or a pawn. Later on, the Wei Kingdom that helped the Han was destroyed. The King said to everyone that he met that if not for his wisdom, Southern Chu would have been destroyed … "
The last sentence was not without sarcasm, because anyone who was slightly knowledgeable knew that if not for the King Of Chu being short-sighted and not being willing to send reinforcements to fight against the Qin, Southern Chu would not have fallen into such a precarious situation.
Han Pu patted his shoulder and sighed, "Actually, I also have not seen what war is like. At that time, I was practicing martial arts with my master in the mountains. By the time we received the news and came out, the war had already ended … all we saw after the war was broken walls and corpses all over the ground. "
Then there was a long silence. Han Pu cut a piece of wood and became a little impatient. He asked, "What is this for?"
Qin Song said, "It's for steaming wine." He faintly thought of ways to quickly improve his strength and create a sword technique, but to drink such a weak and disgusting wine every day, for someone like Qin Song who loved wine as much as his life, it was really terrible.
As an assassin, Han Pu did not touch wine. Hearing this, he was even less interested. He said, "When I went to the Nan 'an Teahouse earlier, the shopkeeper said that the private room you wanted was available at any time. Also, they had just imported a new batch of tea from the south and asked you to try it when you have the time! His meaning was probably to ask you to go earlier. Why don't we go there while that brat Yu Sheng is not around? "
Qin Song was slightly stunned. Could it be that something had happened there? It had only been two months, what could have happened in Southern Chu?
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