There is only one fireworks place in Xiliang City. Unlike on both sides of the Qinglong River in the capital, the flowers and streets and willows are all-encompassing, each with its own unique features, and each with its own beauty. The brothel here is only one, covering a large area, with high and low buildings inside, and different, with extraordinary style, and belonging to a monopoly industry.

"We have a high-end wine here, and there are black kilns in other places. I believe that Constable Wang has seen the scenery of Qinglong River, and it is not easy to see wherever it is. Today, I am entertaining the constable, so I will be comfortable. Although the Kangle Red Building in Xiliang City is not as good as the Qinglong River, it is also a good place to be named Xiliang in the area of ​​Zhangxiliang. The Run woman from Jiangnan, the wild peppers outside the border, the Hu Ji in the west, and even Kunlun slaves, all kinds of scenery are also unique. At that time, let the constable see, and you will want whatever you like. If the constable loves, he will come to sleep with his big quilt, hehe—suck—"

The guards became more and more excited as they spoke, and they couldn't help but suck.

Wang Chuan nodded to deal with it, thinking that there were many tricks here. So many tricks are only here. The scenery in various places also appeared on both sides of the Qinglong River, but after the Shen Dynasty started, the court had become more and more strict in the discipline of the brothels and resolutely eliminated illegal transactions. Such a scenery gradually disappeared from the Shen Dynasty. Now there are only a few women from the outside world of brothels, which have just happened in each year. The women in the Western Region brothels did not know whether they were formal or not. This guard was reckless enough to dare to come blindly, and he was not afraid of the constables from the six gates of the capital, and there was a reason to take this place in the future.

The guards were familiar with the road here. It seemed that although the Xiliang army was in control, he was still a regular visitor here. Wang Chuan listened to the old madam's greeting, followed the guards all the way upstairs and into a private room.

"Come on the old rules, serve two dishes and a pot of good wine. I'll count on my account."

The guard said.

Wang Chuan was like an honest man who had never entered a fireworks place. He followed the guard without saying a word, honest, but he couldn't help but complain in his heart that he was "clearly distinguished between public and private".

"Okay. Master Bing is here, please wait a moment, I'll make arrangements now."

The madam sang, went out happily, and closed the door.

As soon as the madam left, Wang Chuan suddenly heard a noise outside the window. At this time, the sky was already dark, and the room was the side room of Kangle Red Building. On the other end of the window was the back of the brothel, the main street in Xiliang City.

"What's the matter?"

Wang Chuan asked curiously.

"I don't know, let me take a look?"

The guard said, pushing open the window door. Wang Chuan followed him, and saw that there were crowds of people outside the window, which was very unusual at this night.

You should know that in Xiliang City, the curfew is much stricter than in the capital. Wang Chuan came into the city in the evening and could hardly see people when he was picked up. At this time, so many people came out. What's going on?

"Oh, so that's it."

The guard said, pointing to the distance outside the window and said, "Constable King, look there, you have your contributions here."

"What's the thing?"

Wang Chuan was confused for a moment, and all Northeastern dialects emerged. As the direction pointed by the guards, there was an intersection. There was a prison cart on the intersection, and the iron cage of the prison cart was quite small. A cross iron frame was set up in the cage, as if it was welded on the cage. Several guards stood around the cage, and their clothes were different from the Xiliang Army. They looked a bit like the standard soap coat of the six doors, but they were added with a layer of breastplate. The guards all held a torch in their hands to illuminate the night, so that the crowded people and the people in the cage could be seen clearly.

A white-haired old woman was tied to a cross with her hands open and her head was hanging down. There was a plaque hanging in front of her neck. The words on the plaque were not big, and Wang Chuan stood in the brothel in the distance. Even if there were torches, she could not see the words on it clearly.

But the old woman Wang Chuan knew. It was the old lady Fu from Fushanzhuang that Wang Chuan brought from the capital!

Old Mrs. Fu was dejected, which was different from the madness he was in the capital and the cruelty he was in the pursuit of Wang Chuan, which was a little pitiful. But Wang Chuan couldn't feel any compassion in his heart. You should know that this crazy old lady wanted to kill herself. If she was compassionate to her, she would be looking for death.

Good thoughts can be always considered, but not moved lightly.

"I'm going to be executed in the middle of the night?"

Wang Chuan was a little confused.

The guard shook his head and said, "This is the matter between the city lord's mansion and the Six Gates. If the Constable Wang comes from the Six Gates of the Capital, he can't understand it, then I, a rude soldier, will even be even more unfamiliar."

Wang Chuan didn't ask any more and looked into the distance. The guards wearing breastplate walked out and pulled out a guy who looked like a middle-aged scholar from the crowd. The scholar stood in front of the cage and looked at the words on the plaque on the chest of Mrs. Fu through the cage. Then he turned his head and spoke, and looked back from time to time, and then looked around. It seemed that he was reading the words on the plaque to everyone at the instructions of the guards.

"The old woman of Fushan Zhuang Fu family is indeed well-known. She even used the cross iron cage. This is used to detain heavy suspects and martial arts masters. Only such an iron cage can lock those vicious and ordinary cages, but it is not very useful."

The guard said.

"That's how it is."

Wang Chuan nodded. This is a specialty of Xiliang, and there are not even six gates in the capital. Wang Chuan looked closely and found it was really easy to use—

In the middle of the crowd gathering, in the cage that was a little red by the flames, Old Lady Fu's arms were tied to both sides of the cross and tied tightly with iron chains. The heavy plaques were hung on her chest, bent the old lady's already hunched body even more.

"It's a little useful, it's like a Western feature."

Wang Chuan said.

The guard said, "Constable King is very knowledgeable. Don't say that, this method really draws on the Western barbarians. People there prefer to use fire torture. When they burn people, they put people on the cross."

Wang Chuan opened his mouth, and now he had nothing to say.

At this time, the scholar in the distance finally finished reading the words on the plaque. Wang Chuan had noticed that when the scholar was reading, there were guards walking through the crowd and handing baskets one by one to the people. There were a lot of rotten vegetables, leaves and rotten eggs in the basket, and even stones of big or small.

As the scribes finished reading, the crowd suddenly started to make a fuss. With a burst of angry curses, the rotten vegetables, leaves, rotten eggs and stones in their hands flew into the iron cage. The guards guarding around him felt pressure and moved to the side so as not to be affected by the fish in the pond.

"Smash her to death!"

"Immortal!"

"Yes, old witch!"

"Fu family has done all the bad things, and now you are the only one left in your life, and you will be retribution!"

"I deserve it!"

"Yes, retribution!"

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Chapter completed!