Chapter 361 Publicity
Fan Dongping's head was immersed in the water and he felt like his chest was about to explode.
What was that wrapped around his face?
Gradually, the slippery stuff began to drill into his nostrils, and some of it surged on his lips and earlobes, as if trying to find a way out.
Fan Dongping couldn't open his eyes to see, nor could he reach out to touch.
This exacerbated the fear in my heart.
Is it a bug, or... a snake?
Nose, ears, mouth, no, don’t come in, help, help!
Fan Dongping had already reached his limit of holding his breath. He opened his mouth and a string of bubbles came out...
The roller turned, and finally Fan Dongping's head left the water.
His eyes were bloodshot and he was breathing heavily.
The presiding judge didn't even look at it, because this punishment was just the beginning.
As the roller rotates more and more, the suspect's skin becomes softer and softer due to being soaked in water.
The small blind snakes kept in water have no teeth in their mouths and can only suck food gently from humans.
At first, it just bites the cuticle, which doesn't hurt. It feels a little itchy and even quite comfortable.
But as the number of times increases, the outermost layer of cuticle is lost, but the blind snakes will not stop.
From the occasional stabbing pain somewhere, to the constant pain, to the skinning and flesh-cutting pain...
The seemingly tragic results actually happened silently and bit by bit.
Just like water dripping through stone, iron rod grinding into a needle.
Of course, most prisoners do not experience the worst levels of pain.
Because in this process, the psychological torture is what drives people crazy the most.
Especially for someone like Fan Dongping who has no bottom line and no beliefs.
After only the third lap out of the water, he gasped and screamed, "There's something in the water, something is biting me!"
"Are they bugs or fish? Did they crawl into my nose? Come and help me check!"
He cried and begged, but no one responded.
Another round, Fan Dongping was still repeating the same words.
But when he was about to enter the sixth lap, he finally collapsed.
"What do you want to know? I'll tell you everything! Please don't let me go again!"
The presiding judge did not say anything, but looked at the Regent first.
Until Fan Dongping sank into the water again and could no longer make any sound.
Mu Nanzhao stood up slowly and said, "I am tired, you guys continue."
He took two steps and looked at the night sky outside the high window. "Everyone has worked hard all day. I will have someone send some midnight snacks later."
The presiding judge hurriedly stood up and expressed his gratitude along with the jailers.
Mu Nanzhao said calmly, "It's still early, the prisoner is not in a hurry to confess, and you shouldn't tire yourself out."
"Wait until he really wants to recruit."
"No matter what method we use, as long as we get the confession before daybreak."
Everyone understood that this was to make Fan Dongping suffer.
Otherwise, even if he asked to confess quickly, it would not work.
The presiding judge did not want to explore why the Regent targeted this suspect alone.
The jailers also looked at Fan Dongping coldly.
Thinking about how to "greet" him later.
After all, when Fan Dongping's crimes are listed, anyone with a conscience will inevitably feel indignant.
If we don't let him suffer more, we will feel sorry for so many people who died in vain.
The next morning, when Mu Nanzhao returned to the office after the morning court session, a stack of confessions had been neatly placed on his desk.
Mu Nanzhao picked up the one with Fan Dongping's name on it and glanced downwards.
Suddenly, dark clouds gathered, and the wrath of thunder was hidden in it.
"Fan family..."
"very good."
In a blink of an eye, it was the day when the examination results were announced.
Near noon, An Qinghe was wandering around the second gate, urging the servants:
"Has the message been passed? Why haven't Boss Gu and Miss He come out yet?"
A little maid smiled and said, "I have urged you twice as you asked."
"Girls always have to dress up before going out, so please be patient and wait, Master An."
Everyone else laughed too.
Everyone knows that there is a happy event today. I heard that one of Boss Gu's cousins was the top scorer in the high school entrance examination.
The top scholar came to the capital with Boss Gu and Boss An, and they have a close relationship.
When the results were announced this morning, people from all the nearby prefectures were sent out to gather information.
Who will win and who will be the top three have already been shouted out so loud that everyone in the street can hear it.
An Qinghe happily publicized the news to the entire mansion, and every servant in the He mansion gave him a reward.
Although he is a guest in the palace, he has a good personality, is loyal to others, and loves to talk and laugh. Now everyone in the mansion, from the top to the bottom, from the old to the young, likes him.
An Qinghe was so anxious that he was spinning in circles. "I've already missed the chance to congratulate him in person this morning. If I miss the chance to see Brother Zichu riding a horse in the parade, won't I regret it for the rest of my life?"
He Jinglan's laughter came from the back, "In order to prevent you from regretting your life, we have hurried as fast as possible."
It's hot today, so both of them changed into thin spring clothes.
One is lotus purple, the other is light yellow, it is a feast for the eyes just standing there.
An Qinghe stared at Gu Xixi in a daze.
When the two of them came up to him, he blushed and said, "Then let's go."
You don't have to go far to watch the parade of the top scholar. Just exit the street where Xiao He's mansion is located and wait on the main road.
It was a rare opportunity to watch the fun, so He Jinglan brought her four maids with her.
When they arrived, the roadside was already crowded with people.
Fortunately, Anqing and Jiling quickly found a good spot.
He looked around excitedly and said, "I calculated the time in advance. If we don't get delayed on the way, we should be here in another cup of tea."
Before they went out, the maids made careful preparations, fearing that the two girls would feel uncomfortable if they stood in the sun for too long.
Not only did he bring an oil-paper umbrella and round fan for sun protection, he also specially packed a full jar of sour plum soup.
I cooked it early in the morning according to Gu Xixi's recipe.
It was first chilled in well water, and crushed ice was placed in the jar.
While I was waiting, it was almost noon and I felt a little hot after being in the sun for too long.
Zi Yan and Lu La poured three cups of iced sour plum soup.
The apricot-yellow ox horn cup makes the sour plum soup look bright red, with crystal crushed ice floating on the surface.
The people around couldn't help swallowing when they saw it.
He Jinglan took a big sip, her expression unable to hide her joy.
Finally, someone couldn't help asking, "It's still a while before summer begins, which tea shop is selling sour plum soup so early this year?"
He Jinglan smiled and said, "We made this at home."
The man licked his dry lips, stared at the sour plum soup, and his saliva secreted rapidly.
"No wonder. I was wondering about the color and the appearance. It looks really special."
Guangzhu's face was full of pride. "Of course, I'm not bragging. The secret recipe of our sour plum soup is unique. Even if you wait until summer and buy it somewhere else, the taste is incomparable!"
After Guangzhu had finished speaking, He Jinglan pretended to rebuke him in a nonchalant manner:
"Who asked you that, you talkative girl?"
The person who asked the question, as well as the many people around who were listening with their ears perked up, felt disappointed, but also became more greedy.
At this time, Zi Yan said softly, "The girl's dessert shop will open soon."
"But the girl always said that sour plum soup is too common and she doesn't want to sell it in the store."
"I always feel it's a pity."
Before He Jinglan could say anything, someone next to her said, "Sell it, you must sell it!"
Others chimed in, "When it comes to summer, a bowl of iced sour plum soup is a must!"
"Where is your shop? I will definitely go there to drink a bowl of it when it opens!"
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