The master has not yet arrived in the capital, but the Tianlao has welcomed a heavyweight prisoner, the third most important figure of the Jinzhou rebels, Wang Shuner, the sworn brother of the King of Ming, whose full name is Wang Ping. Fan Yucheng has not been officially promoted yet, but with a stroke of his pen, he locked the man in the A-shaped prison, and specifically told Chen Guanlou to take good care of him. "Don't let him commit suicide, feed him well, and keep him fat and white. The higher-ups have issued a message, and His Majesty requires that this man be executed by the law, and cut into pieces. If he dies in our Tianlao, from this official on, no one will be able to stay out of it. If this official is beheaded, you will all lose your heads." Chen Guanlou suddenly felt a lot of pressure. "May I ask, sir, when will the court execute Wang Shuner by the law?" "How would I know this? It must be arranged by the palace. When the palace says it will be." "It won't be a year." Chen Guanlou's scalp was numb when he thought of this. If he really has to be detained for a year, he will immediately apply for rotation. He can't bear this pressure alone. What is the easiest thing in Tianlao? Death! There are ways to die.
But Wang Shuner can't be allowed to die in Tianlao. He has to be kept fat and white to facilitate Lingchi. It's really tiring. "Don't worry, he will definitely not be detained for a year. The war in Jinzhou urgently needs to be dealt with by the world. There is no better explanation than executing the third leader of the rebels. This official estimates that there will be an order from above in a month at most." If it's only a month, it's okay. Chen Guanlou can bear it. Fan Yucheng was worried, fearing that something unexpected would happen when he left office, and reminded him again: "The most important thing is that Wang Shuner must not die. He can be disabled or crippled, but he must not die. He must be executed alive." "I will remember your teachings, and I will have someone watch the cell twelve hours a day, and I will never allow Wang Shuner to have any accidents." "That's great!" That day, when the sun began to set, several yamen soldiers escorted a prisoner car to the Tianlao. He took out the key, opened the door of the prison car, and Wang Shuner walked out of the cage. As soon as his feet landed on the ground, several yamen soldiers came forward to put on the shackles and chains for him. The shackles weighed more than ten pounds, and the chains weighed twenty or thirty pounds on his body. In addition to the original chains on his body, Wang Shuner was weighing fifty or sixty pounds, but his back was still straight, his face was calm, and he didn't even move his eyebrows. The strength of a fourth-grade warrior was only pierced through the scapula and locked the martial veins. He had martial arts skills, but he couldn't use them. Chen Guanlou had known Wang Shuner's resume before. He joined the Jinzhou rebel army midway. Because of his outstanding martial arts and generous personality, he took the heads of enemy generals in the army. The King of Daming became his sworn brother and ranked him third, suppressing other old brothers. The King of Daming attached too much importance to Wang Shuner and raised him too high, which aroused the dissatisfaction of the old brothers. The old brothers did not dare to vent their anger on the King of Daming, and all targeted Wang Shuner. Wang Shuner was arrested because he was excluded from the rebel army. At the critical moment, no one rescued him, no supplies, and no one even notified him to break out. By the time he realized that something was wrong, he had been surrounded. He was a fourth-grade warrior, very strong. But the court army also had no shortage of warriors. Not only fourth-grade, but also fifth-grade strongmen and sixth-grade masters, specially used to deal with warriors like them. He was arrested, and it can only be said that time and fate. If he was a little more selfish, he could have abandoned the troops and broken out with his confidants. Or, when the King of Ming Dynasty assigned the task at the beginning, he would have thought of human nature in the worst direction, and he would not have been captured alive. With his martial arts, he would have no problem escaping, let alone anything else. The end of a hero! He trusted the King of Ming Dynasty too much, and never thought that the King of Ming Dynasty would let him be a cannon fodder, let alone that the King of Ming Dynasty did not send anyone to notify him when he broke out.
He felt that he was a failure as a person, otherwise, why would the King of Ming Dynasty give up on him? He was obviously very good at fighting and leading troops. He was so strong, but the King of Ming Dynasty still gave up on him, which must be because he was a failure as a person. Since he was captured, he has been discouraged. Except for not cooperating with the interrogation, he cooperated with everything else. If he wanted to kill, he would kill, if he wanted to shave, he would shave, and if he frowned, he was raised by his mother. After completing the handover procedures, Chen Guanlou waved his hand and quickly asked the jailer to put the prisoner in jail. He was not at ease letting the prisoner walk around outside the prison. Although he had penetrated his scapula and locked his martial veins, it was hard to guarantee that he had practiced a secret technique to defeat the imperial court. It was better to put him in the prison, or the innermost cell with iron bars. The iron bars were usually used to imprison the most vicious people, and they had been empty for a long time. In order to imprison Wang Shuner, several rusty iron bars were specially replaced and painted. As soon as he approached, he could smell the paint. He personally escorted the prisoner to the cell, then he held the hilt of the knife at his waist, stood at the door of the prison, and nervously watched the jailer take off the shackles and the iron chains on the prisoner's feet. After the jailer came out, he quickly locked the prison door. Not at ease, he directly locked two locks. He told the two jailers, "Stand here and guard. Report any situation in time." The work schedule had been arranged before, three shifts a day, and all jailers who were assigned to guard the prison gate would receive an extra bonus. As long as the money was enough, the jailers would not complain even if they had to work two shifts, let alone three shifts. Working overtime without pay was the source of resentment. As a migrant worker in his previous life, Chen Guanlou understood the mentality of migrant workers. If you pay enough, you are the boss. If you donât have money and still treat people like cattle and horses, there is only one sentence: Chunchi Yanyun! He was nervous for several days, and seeing that Wang Shuner did not cause trouble, and was even very cooperative, eating and drinking when given food, and had no suicidal tendencies, he was half relieved. That day, he personally came to the prison for inspection. The deepest cell had only torches, no skylights, and was dark and musty. No matter how long, he was still not used to this musty smell that lingered all year round. He first asked the jailer guarding the prison door, "How is it?" The jailer nodded, "Very honest, didn't say a word." Chen Guanlou stood in front of the prison door and looked around. The light was dim, but it didn't affect him. Practicing "The Record of Ascension" made his facial features sharp, and he could see normally in the dark. He saw Wang Shuner's face was messy, and bedbugs were crawling on his face, but he seemed to feel nothing. His eyes were dull and his heart was dead. He had already lost the will to live. Chen Guanlou was a little worried. Could he survive until the execution with such a mental state? "Wang Shuner, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?" In order to let the prisoner improve his will to live a little bit, at least to hold on until the execution, Chen Guanlou asked. Wang Shuner reacted very slowly. After a few seconds, he seemed to realize that someone was calling him. He slowly raised his head, with a blank look on his face, "Wish?"