Chapter 87: Combing and Washing

Punishment Xing Maozhi asked cautiously: "According to what Secretary Jiang said, what punishment is better?"

Jiang Zhiyu searched his memory: "I remember there was a punishment called Combing and Washing? The name sounds very suitable for a prince."

Combing and washing means stripping the prisoner's shirt, placing him on an iron bed, pouring boiling hot water on the prisoner, and then combing the burned areas with an iron brush, repeating the process over and over again until the bones are exposed.

Xing Maozhi didn't expect that she would talk about such torture as soon as she opened her mouth. He was surprised and hurriedly said: "Secretary, why don't you think about it again? This punishment has never been endured by anyone in the past and present..."

You might as well just say you want him to die.

But Jiang Zhiyu had made up his mind, so Xing Maozhi had no choice but to order the clerk to prepare things.

Anyway, I have tried to persuade him. Now that Marzaha is dead, even if he is angry, it cannot be directed at me.

It was all Jiang Zhiyu's fault for being so stubborn!

Marzaha looked at the things that the clerks had brought over. His heartbeat quickened due to nervousness. His Adam's apple kept rolling as he tried

his best to suppress the panic in his heart. All his composure came from the fact that the emperor would not kill him. But when this idea was destroyed by Jiang Zhiyu, Marzaha could no longer maintain his composure and became hysterical.

"Are you crazy? Even the emperor doesn't dare to kill me! You want to kill me?!"

"Are you determined to start a war between the two countries, you witch!"

"How dare you! I am the prince of Nanlong! How dare you!!!"

Malzaha struggled and was pressed on the iron bed by the petty officials. His gorgeous robes were torn to pieces in an instant. The cold iron made him want to get away, but the petty officials pressed his shoulders and legs, firmly pinning him down, unable to move.

The cold iron bed rubbed against the wound on his chest, causing Malzaha to take a few deep breaths.

The petty officials tied his hands and feet with ropes to prevent them from being unable to suppress his pain.

After the preparations were completed, the clerk glanced at the adults. Seeing Jiang Zhiyu nod, another clerk scooped a spoonful of boiling water and slowly poured it on his back.

As soon as it was applied, the skin and flesh were burned white and blistered. Malzaha cried out in pain, his fingers tightly gripped the edge of the bench, and his fingertips were so hard that they turned white.

The sweat on his face fell like raindrops, and his eyes were red as he stared at Jiang Zhiyu, unable to say a word.

Jiang Zhiyu raised his hand to signal the clerks to stop, then walked in front of Malzaha, looking down at him: "How about it, do you know who your accomplice is now?"

Malzaha clenched his teeth: "I... dare to say it, do you dare... to listen?"

Jiang Zhiyu didn't care about the answer, waved his hand, and the clerk poured boiling water on him again.

"Ah!" Malzaha couldn't help but scream, and tears flowed all over his face.

Xing Maozhi turned his face away.

After repeating this for five or six times, Malzaha's back was already red and swollen, with blisters. The clerk put down the bucket, took out an iron brush, held the handle tightly, and brushed his back again and again.

The flesh and blood were peeled off along the brush. Malzaha could not feel anything except extreme pain. He could not see or hear clearly.

In such pain, even fainting was an extremely luxurious thing at this moment.

The skin and flesh exploded, Jiang Zhiyu raised his eyes, and found a white worm between his ribs.

——It was a female parasite.

Malzaha was breathing out more than in at this moment, and Xing Maozhi couldn't help but speak: "Shishu Jiang, please stop for now. If you continue like this, he will die before we can find out who his accomplices are."

The clerk immediately stopped and stood aside.

Jiang Zhiyu stood beside Malzaha and chuckled: "Just as Lord Xing said, the blood in this prison is very strong. I feel a little dizzy, so I'll leave first."

Xing Maozhi didn't believe her nonsense at all, and didn't dare to stop her. He smiled and said: "Shishu Jiang, take care. As for the emperor..."

Jiang Zhiyu took over his words: "Don't worry, Lord Xing, I ordered the execution, and I will report the truth to the emperor."

She said so, and Xing Maozhi laughed and responded with a few words, and personally sent her out of the prison.

Watching her disappear, the smile on Xing Maozhi's face faded, and he ordered: "Be smart, don't worry about the one inside, but don't resort to lynching anymore. It depends on his luck whether he can survive. If anyone asks about what happened today, you all know what to say, right?"

The clerks nodded like crazy.

Xing Maozhi turned back to the imperial prison, whispering: "A witch... She is really a witch!"

...

In Yu's study, Qianhu was slowly telling the rumors in the capital: "Recently, there are more and more messages about the third lady, praising her superb martial arts and excellent medical skills. She can cure all diseases, just like the miracle doctor in the storybook. When I went to capture Malzaha, Malzaha also used the same rhetoric to lead me to suspect the third lady. I think there must be someone else behind this." Just

kidding, I saw Guo Jiang Zhiyu take action with my own eyes. I can tell whether it is a witch power or a real skill at a glance!

It's ridiculous to deny everything about her just because of her age and gender, and believe that it is a monster!

The emperor paused with his pen in his hand and looked at He Yanting beside him: "What do you think?"

"I and the commander have the same opinion," He Yanting turned and asked, "Does the commander know where the rumor spread from?"

"From the third young lady's clinic. It is said that there was a man with an incurable disease who had started vomiting blood and fainted at the door of the clinic. The third young lady happened to be there, so she carried the man in and treated him personally."

The commander added, "This is the most reasonable version I have heard. I don't know the situation at the time."

He Yanting nodded, and the commander said, "There is another rumor about the second prince..."

He looked at the emperor, not knowing whether he should speak.

"Look at what I do, and say whatever you want to say."

Qian Hu exhaled, "It is said that when the second prince became a monk and traveled, he passed by a village. The village was very strange. Every midnight, there were several babies crying. The villagers prayed to the gods, but to no avail."

"Until the second prince took action. That night, some villagers witnessed the second prince reciting Buddhist scriptures, and the light emanated from his body, which drove away the resentful spirits of those babies. Since then, there has been no crying in the village." After

he finished speaking, the house suddenly became silent, and Qian Hu immediately knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head.

After a long time, the emperor snorted coldly, "You really dare to say it."

Qian Hu: "..."

Didn't you say you would speak your mind?

"By the way, what are my princes doing?"

"Your Majesty, the princes have not left their houses these days. Even if there are visiting cards, they are turned away. The second prince has gone out of the palace several times to discuss Buddhist principles with other monks." "

Buddhist principles?"

Qian Hu's eyes hesitated, and finally said: "Since the second prince returned to the capital, the monks seem to have a pillar, and often discuss with Yuchun Hall."