In the dark dungeon, two embarrassed figures nestled together in the corner.
The door of the cell creaked to unlock, and the two men looked up in horror, shrinking more and more into the corner.
Wang Dingjun swung his whip in one hand and walked in slowly, staring at the two men coldly.
"You are tough enough. You haven't spoken for several days. It seems that you are eager to die." Wang Dingjun squatted down in front of the two men and lifted one of them by the chin with a whip.
For fear that they would kill themselves by biting their tongues, Wang Dingjun unloaded their jaws. At this time, the other party was drooling and his expression was grim and full of panic.
They failed to assassinate that day. They had no choice but to go back. When they got together, they wanted to escape far away. However, they were caught by the prince's house before they left the city gate.
As professional assassins, their fear of death has been a failure, and naturally they will not fail to give up their main emissary.
If the old Sheriff did not have this confidence, he would not send them both.
"That's enough. You two rats have made me stay in this place for several days. I think it's better to give you an end." Wang Dingjun's hand forced, the other side's chin immediately appeared a blood hole.
"Have you ever heard of the name of the princess's miracle doctor?" Whether the other side can answer or not, Wang Dingjun said to himself: "I heard that our princess is not only skillful in medicine, but also knows every part of the human body.
What is lingchi? Our princess can peel off the human skin completely and vividly, and ah, it can also make that person watch
Ignoring the startling eyes of the two, Wang Dingjun said to himself, "don't you believe it? Or not? Well, for another one, the princess is best at using knives, you know? " Wang Dingjun took a pitiful glance at the lame assassin, "that thin knife goes down, it will break the body and open the stomach easily. Then, ah, he will take out your viscera one by one, write some words and flowers on it, and then put them back in the original place.
You think this is over? Of course not... " Wang Dingjun said grimly with a smile: "after these moved viscera and six viscera are closed again, they are said to be like pieces of paper. They will hurt every few days. How to describe the pain? Anyway, I haven't tried to say it, but it will definitely make life worse than death.
The dungeon of the prince's house is very solid. It's no problem to keep people locked up for 30 or 50 years. If I don't kill you, I'll let you spend the rest of your life here happily. What do you think? "
The two assassins shook their heads together. They were afraid of death, but they were more afraid that life was worse than death. If they had a choice, they would rather die than suffer various kinds of torture.
"I don't know what you're sticking to? Don't you tell me who's behind the scenes and the other party will send someone to save you? Don't be too naive. If you fail in your mission, you will die. Even if the other party knows that you are in the prince's house, there is nothing you can do about it. "
"Don't think you are unfaithful. You are going to die anyway. Shouldn't you choose a more relaxed way to die?"
"Don't waste your breath..." One of the assassins blurted out a sentence.
"Yes..." Wang Dingjun nodded and stood up, "then I'll call you in another way."
Out of the dungeon, listening to the scream behind him, Wang Dingjun sighed. His highness only gave him five days. What can I do.
All the way back to the front yard, Wang Dingjun ran into Zhang Chun, who was about to go out. He grabbed his collar and asked, "where is Xiaohou going?"
Zhang Chun rolled his eyes, "is it your bird business?"
"The little marquis is is dirty. I really admire you. I don't know where you learned this etiquette. Shouldn't you say hello to the old master?"
Zhang Chun looked at him sarcastically, "you also said it was the old days, it's the old Chinese calendar, what do you still remember?"
Wang Dingjun gazed at his white and delicate face and wanted to pinch it. The boy has been eating well recently. After a year, he has not only grown tall but also become much whiter. That's his manner and pace. He looks like a rich man's son.
"What are you doing recently? It seems to be radiant Wang Dingjun calculated that the boy would soon be twelve years old, and he would be married in another year.
With the prince's degree of kindness to him, it is estimated that he will choose a virtuous lady?
Zhang Chun smiles modestly: "I'm so busy that I can't compare with the great red man around you, your royal highness. I heard that I've received a task recently. How can I still hang around here?"
Of course, Wang Dingjun would not tell him, because he did not make progress, he came out to breathe. "The little Lord's eyes are not very good. I'm going to go out to do business. I happened to meet you, and then I stopped to say a few words."
Wang Dingjun's expression of "Lao Tzu talking to you is very face saving", which makes Zhang Chun hate's teeth itch.
Why does he want to kick this asshole when he sees him?
"It's said that the prince's Highness has only given five days. I hope brother Wang can't fail. The punishment is small and the loss of face is great. I also heard that elder brother Hu would like to return to his royal highness to be a bodyguard. If he comes back, I'm afraid your position will not be guaranteed."This is too true. Compared with Wang Dingjun, Prince Zhao certainly trusted Hu Jinpeng more. However, Wang Dingjun is not a fool. This kind of thing is impossible to happen. Hu Jinpeng is already a general and has military power in his hand. How can he return to the prince as a bodyguard?
Even if the prince promised, the king would not.
"Are you provoking the relationship between General Hu and me?" Wang Dingjun didn't expect that the boy was very vicious. Can't you see him?
"Oh, brother Wang is worried about it." Zhang Chun shrugged his shoulders and said, "I have something else to do. Excuse me." And then he took people and left.
Wang Dingjun frowned. This boy is only 12 years old. How can he be so calm? And I heard that he had made a lot of money recently. Even the prince and Princess admired his way of making money.
At present, many servants in the prince's residence are eager to serve the little marquis. It is said that the little marquis is is generous. He bought a horse for his close friend a few days ago, and said it was for him to play. You should know that a horse needs more than ten or even tens of gold to buy it.
Wang Dingjun really want to sigh: money can make the devil move the mill. Was this boy used to be poor when he was a child, so he had a special persistence on money?
"Yes, money can make the devil move the mill. Why waste effort on two dying people?" Wang Dingjun thought that as long as he took out enough gold and silver, he could mobilize the whole Yecheng people to find clues for him.
The two assassins did not come out of thin air. They must also eat, drink and laza, and walk along the road. What's more, it was broad daylight, and they didn't cover their faces when they were mixed in the crowd. Under the heavy reward, someone would give him clues.
Said to do, Wang Dingjun went back to his room to take his private money, with two hands out of the house.
He was the son of a great city Lord. In terms of financial resources, he was not much weaker than Zhongyong marquis.
Things soon progressed. On the fifth day, Wang Dingjun put an investigation material in front of Prince Zhao.
Prince Zhao quickly looked through it, frowned and asked, "is it the ink maker raised by the prince's family?"
"Yes, they have been with the prince many years ago, and since then they have rarely appeared, so few people know them."
"Didn't the big prince go to the ancestral temple and pray for his father and the people voluntarily?" At first, the king of the Southern Jin Dynasty banned his ancestral temple for a month, but a month later, the eldest prince did not come back. He was told that he would continue to think about his mistakes in the ancestral temple and pray to his father and the people for a long life and a happy life for the people of the Southern Jin Dynasty.
After the news spread, everyone had a better impression on the prince, and his jealousy in Heyue building was forgotten.
"This is strange. The ancestral temple is not another place. People are free to go in and out. How did he instruct the people in the mansion to do things so far away?"
It's supposed to be impossible for even the attendants to go there.
Wang Dingjun also had some doubts, "or, is there someone in the prince's mansion who can make decisions?"
Prince Zhao nodded, it seems that this reason is more reasonable.
"Continue to check, Prince Xu is not worried, but if there are other people in the dark who move hands and feet, lonely desire will be quick."
"Here it is." Wang Dingjun went out with a sigh of relief. He finally passed the pass. I don't know if the boy will be disappointed if he knows.
He chuckled, and then realized that he was angry because of a child. His face changed. He swore at himself and went on to investigate.
In fact, he also suspected the old sheriff and knew that he was in close contact with the big prince. However, he thought that when you went to the big prince, you would give him all the ink makers in the mansion. Therefore, the name was forgotten by him only by passing by a little.