Crowned with Pearls

   Chapter 852 Fifty-one Unpredictable

   For the next few days, Qiu Chuxing was imprisoned in a firewood room in his prefect's yamen. There was nothing in it, except for a pile of firewood and pine used to start a fire, so thin that even light seemed too lazy to get in. Qiu Chuxing was thrown in the firewood room, and he could only sleep on the top of the loose fur. He was often woken up by grinding. Repeating this for a few days, he seemed to be suffering from a serious illness. Confused, I can't even remember the day.

He originally thought that Song Che and his son would definitely torture him to extort a confession, to force out what happened in the past, and what happened in Fujian these years, but Song Che and his son seemed to be in no hurry. Not only did they not ask, they directly put him I don't know how many days have passed since they were thrown in this firewood house. They haven't been here once. Even the food delivery people just put down their rice bowls outside the door and left without collecting them. These empty bowls are left over. The sour smell exuded at first made him nauseous and began to vomit, but after a few days, he had no response at all.

   Originally, he was thinking about how to deal with Song Che and the others' questioning in a perfunctory manner, but Song Che and the others seemed to want to hang him endlessly like this, and he felt a burst of panic from the bottom of his heart.

   Did they find something in the study?

  Although he is usually very cautious and keeps everything well, but who can be foolproof? Could it be that he left some clues that Song Che and the others discovered?

   Or, Song Che did not come to question him, but to question his wife and children?

  If so, will his wife say something that shouldn't be said?

   Qiu Chuxing's mood was surging, worried and apprehensive, and the whole person was extremely anxious.

   After he was locked up for a few more days, he began to feel that his life was like a year, and he began to refuse to eat, but even so, there was no one outside to see him except the person who delivered the food.

   They really don't care if he lives or dies!

   Qiu Chuxing became frightened. He clawed at the small dim window of the firewood house and shouted hysterically, "Let me go out! I have something to tell Song Che! I want to go out!"

Half an hour later, Song Che didn't come, but Song Xiangyu came. He covered his nose from a distance and glanced at Qiu Chuxing with disgust: "Mr. Qiu, what's the matter? Are you living well? You want to see us. doing what?"

   Qiu Chuxing thought it was a bit absurd, it was clear that Song Che and the others should try their best to get something out of his mouth, but now he couldn't stand it first.

   His two skeleton-like hands stretched out towards Song Xiangyu: "I can say what happened back then."

His lips were so dry and thirsty that they were all peeled. As he spoke, a little bit of blood appeared, and he crawled forward for a while. His eyes were fixed on Song Xiangyu, and he repeated: "As long as you keep me Let me go, I will tell you what happened back then!"

  Different from the scene he imagined, Song Xiangyu was not ecstatic, not even the slightest expression on his face, but just stared at him coldly and asked sarcastically, "Do you really think we care?"

What?

   Qiu Chuxing was a little dazed, and when he saw the sarcasm on Song Xiangyu's face, he suddenly realized--yes, what he can explain, what he knows, doesn't Bai Qiye know?

   So Song Che and his son didn't use their wrists to make him yield and take the initiative to speak.

   They really didn't need him to speak.

Qiu Chuxing struggled to pounce, just in front of Song Xiangyu. At this moment, he could no longer care about his dignity and his previous calculations and concerns, and he just opened his mouth with trembling lips and begged for mercy: "No no no, I still know a lot, I I also know a lot of secrets, Shizi, Shizi, save me."

  Song Xiangyu kicked him away, squatted down and looked at him: "Have you forgotten? I'm no longer the Prince of Guangping Hou Shizi."

   Qiu Chuxing's mind was confused for a moment, and then reacted again.

  Yeah, Song Xiangyu's eldest son poisoned the younger son, which caused a lot of trouble. Speaking of which, it was done by the people of Chengguo Gongfu, and they had seen the excitement for a while.

  Since then, Song Xiangyu beat Cheng Guogong, he is no longer the prince, and he was sent back to his hometown to reflect.

   A lot of thoughts rushed into his mind, and his headache was splitting for a while, so he could only beg and cry to Song Xiangyu and asked: "Then, sir, what do you need me for? I can help you a lot."

   can really help a lot.

   He knows best what happens when a person is worthless, and he must not end up being slaughtered at that level.

  Song Xiangyu didn't speak, looked at him with deep eyes for a while, and suddenly asked, "When you proposed and helped Chen Chong's daughter be sent to Shen Hai, did you have such a face?"

   Speaking of this, Qiu Chuxing's eyes suddenly widened.

   He finally understood why Song Che and his son had such an attitude and why they came from the capital.

   They really didn't want to find out the cause of the death of the former crown prince, Xu Shun, Qi Yunxi, who passed by one after another, and now Bai Qiye, they have been able to piece together the truth of the matter. The real purpose of their coming here is Shen Hai.

   Qiu Chuxing took a few steps back with a pale face as if struck by lightning.

  To be a worthless person is death, but to betray the country by collaborating with the enemy is not only death, but also the sin of genocide.

  No, he has already done a lot of wrong things to exterminate the clan.

   However, he always felt that it was very difficult to find out.

   After all, in the past ten years, they have all come here without any danger.

   When this day really came, Qiu Chuxing felt scared.

  Song Xiangyu looked him up and down and snorted: "Master Qiu, if you have nothing else to say, then I will not accompany you."

   Qiu Chuxing stretched out his hand to make a blocking action, but his hand froze in the air again, and he pursed his lips and couldn't say a word.

  Song Xiangyu ignored him and turned around and strode away.

   When he returned to the signing room, Song Che was still busy, he entered the door and called his father.

  Song Che turned his head, raised his eyebrows at him and asked, "Is he going to speak?"

"What?" Song Xiangyu thought of Qiu Chuxing, with a look of disdain on his face: "I'm afraid of death, but I'm still secretive, very cunning, and they want to throw some irrelevant things to fool us, these people are bold, They dare to kidnap the daughters of the court officials and give them to pirates, and I can't believe a word of their words."

  Song Che raised his eyelids and waved to Song Xiangyu with a bit of excitement on his face: "Come and see these things."

  Song Xiangyu hurried towards him, and Song Xiangyu pointed it out to him: "Qiu Chuxing's private account in the back house is not right."

   (end of this chapter)