Zhang Fengxi was being tortured. He thought he would not be tortured. There was someone behind him. Even if he made a mistake, he should not have fallen to such a level!

The mouth and tongue were blocked by coarse cloth, and the whip that had been quenched with chili water fell down one by one, and blood foam flew everywhere.

The candlelight reflected the two jade-faced men sitting, with almost the same cold expression as the black and white impermanence below the ground, which was very creepy.

Lynch raised his hand.

The whip guard stepped forward and took the coarse cloth that blocked his mouth and wiped his sweat.

"Do not?" Lynch said softly, his voice was very soft, and he sounded like a gentle and kind gentleman. Zhang Fengxi's lips trembled twice, and the corners of his mouth were cracked and bleeding, and he still said nothing.

Han Feng frowned, gave the prison guard a look, signaled to continue, turned his head to Lynch and said, "Mr. Lin, this time I returned to Beijing, I looked like a new Hu restaurant, and the sign inside was roasted whole sheep.

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Lynch understood, "The whole roasted lamb from Hu people is indeed unique in flavor. I heard that I should use iron sticks to enter the abdomen, and my limbs must be hung with iron hooks and put them in the oven and hung on the wall.

On the side, the hot steam emitted by the charcoal fire bit by bit roasting the lamb from the skin to the bones is so wonderful."

"This method is indeed wonderful," Han Feng's eyes shot at Zhang Fengxi, and said with a smile, "The Ministry of Justice should learn it."

Zhang Fengxi's head was sweating like rain, and his eyes were extremely frightened.

Han Feng stood up, "Mr. Lin, after you said this, I'm a little hungry. Let's go and go to the Hu people's restaurant."

Lynch also got up and left the prison with Han Feng talking and laughing.

The sky was very bright outside, and Lynch narrowed his eyes with pain for a moment. Han Feng raised his sleeves to cover the sunlight for him. Lynch blinked several times before he felt better at his eyes. He smiled at Han Feng and said, "It's okay."

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Three months of going out to investigate the case have made the relationship between the two gossips a step further. From a friend with similar interests, they directly entered the stage of close friends. It is more natural to get along with each other. The more room Lynch can operate, in short, the two of them

It is in a period of slight ambiguousness.

It was indeed time to have a meal, but Han Fengke did not plan to eat roasted whole lamb with Lynch. He was more familiar with Lynch and knew that Lynch's diet was light.

"How about eating dumplings for lunch? I saw that there were ready-made vegetarian dumplings you like to eat in the kitchen." Han Feng said softly.

"Okay," Lynch's lips curled up, "I'm vegetarian, you eat meat, just right."

There were two bowls of dumplings and piles of official documents. The two sat opposite each other, both eating and reading the official documents.

"Zhang Fengxi's mouth is tighter than I thought." Lynch frowned.

"It's okay, it's the same if he doesn't help." Han Feng took a sip of the soup and his eyes fell on the file on the left hand.

Lynch looked up at Han Feng. Han Feng noticed his gaze and blinked twice, "Zifei, wouldn't you think I would..."

Lynch narrowed his eyes, "What will happen?"

Han Feng just looked at him and smiled. When Lynch's face turned solemn, he said, "I will never make a false confession."

Lynch breathed a sigh of relief. Han Treacherous Minister would better have this enlightenment.

He consulted in the system's busy schedule, and Han Feng's nerd rate was 100%, and it didn't disappear at all.

Lynch now has a deeper understanding of this blackening value. Blackening is often between a thought, and many times, between a thought, new changes will occur in people's thoughts and choices.

Maybe he has to wait until he has survived his death date, and maybe there is another new opportunity that Han Feng can change his mind.

Lynch was not worried about this, so he lowered his head and ate another vegetarian dumpling. He found that he was a little full. He immediately looked at the dumpling soup with chopped green onions floating in embarrassment. He put down the spoon and gently pushed the bowl to the side.

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"Can't eat it?" Han Feng took his bowl directly in front of him and said without hesitation, "Zi Fei, your appetite is really not enough."

"I've developed it since I was a child." Lynch looked through the official documents in his hand and raised his hand to take the pen as a mark. Han Feng glanced and pointed his fingers under a confession. Lynch looked along his fingertips and nodded.

Han Feng was still eating Lynch's leftover dumplings in his mouth, but his eyes were fixed on the official documents that Lynch corrected. From time to time, Lynch looked up at him, and his eyes were communicated for a moment before writing again. The two of them

The tacit understanding between them is something that any outsider will be amazed when he sees it.

Wang Xuanzhen looked at him with his hands behind his back, and his gloomy face gradually became complicated. He seemed to have seen that there was a person who could know what he thoughts and thoughts in his heart without words.

"Okay," Han Feng finished his last dumpling, "eat and drink enough, go out to digest food."

"Digestible?" Lynch frowned, "Are you overeating?"

Han Fengyuan wanted to answer, but he swallowed it when he was at his mouth and looked at Lynch with a smile.

People are greedy.

He wanted to never defile Lynch, but he also wanted Lynch to look at him more and care about him more. Even if Lynch was just out of the friendship of a gentleman, he regarded that as a kind of redemption despite his filthy self and sweet self.

With hope.

Lynch gradually turned red in his smile, lowered his head and turned over a page of official documents, and whispered: "Brother Han, stop teasing me."

Han Feng's smile deepened. He held his forehead and his smile slowly became dull. He looked at Lynch quietly for a while before lowering his head, shook his head slightly, and moved his eyes to the yard.

"Brother Wang Guo." Han Feng stood up, and his expression had returned to a formal expression.

When Lynch heard this, he quickly put down the file and stood up and looked into the yard.

Wang Xuanzhen approached, and Lynch took the lead in bowing, "Uncle Guo." Han Feng also bowed, "Uncle Guo, I don't know what happened to the Ministry of Justice today?"

Wang Xuanzhen's eyes turned around Han Feng, and suddenly fell on Lynch, "You are Lynch."

Lynch looked up, met Wang Xuanzhen's scrutiny gaze, and nodded, "I am back to the country, uncle."

A handsome face, natural soft eyes, looks good, but is actually a stubborn personality. It can be seen from the edges and corners of his jawline that Wang Xuanzhen looked around Lynch and smiled gently, "You are so handsome."

where."

Lynch blushed suddenly.

Wang Xuanzhen's setting in this small world is probably similar to the kind of heartthrobs who are both men and women. It was actually the first time that Lynch saw Wang Xuanzhen and was very convinced by the small world setting. Wang Xuanzhen is really charming. Calculate his age, and

I am over forty, but I am still as charming as I smile.

"Oh, I'll blush, so cute..." Wang Xuanzhen reached out to touch Lynch's face. Before Lynch could hide, Wang Xuanzhen's arm was grabbed by Han Feng.

"National uncle," Han Feng's eyes were deep, "respectful."

Wang Xuanzhen narrowed her eyes slightly and said, "Let go."

Han Feng immediately let go.

Wang Xuanzhen was about to pull her back, and Lynch hurriedly pulled Han Feng's sleeve and hid back, but Han Feng blocked Lynch's arm and shot coldly at Wang Xuanzhen.

"Uncle, you..." Lynch was about to scold Wang Xuanzhen, but Wang Xuanzhen raised his hand, and his eyes blinked, and two big tears rolled.

Qian Buhuan and Han Feng were unmoved, but Lynch was panicked and took out a handkerchief to hand it to Wang Xuanzhen. Han Feng held his hand down again. Han Feng frowned and shook his head at him.

"Damn it, do you care about the veil he wants to give me?" Wang Xuanzhen cursed at Han Feng, snatched the veil from Lynch's fingers and wiped his face randomly, blushed his eyes at Lynch with red eyes.

He said, "Come here, I want to talk to you."

"Yes." Lynch put Han Feng's sleeve, but Han Feng stopped him with one arm.

Wang Xuan was really annoyed, "If you don't change the money, interrupt his hand!"

Qian Buhuan glanced at Han Feng and raised his hand to get on. Lynch was anxious, hugged Han Feng's arm, and shouted coldly: "You dare! He is the imperial official!"

Qian Buchang looked back at Wang Xuanzhen.

Wang Xuanzhen stared at Lynch, and his voice softened again, "Forget it."

Lynch said to Han Feng: "Brother Han, I'll come when I go."

Although Han Feng disagreed with one hundred people, he could not resist Lynch's stern look.

Wang Xuanzhen and Lynch did not go far, but only walked under the tree in the yard. They were only a few meters away from Han Feng without changing their money.

With his ears without exchange for money, he could clearly hear the conversation between Wang Xuanzhen and Lynch.

"You are the son of Lord Censor?"

"Go back to the country, yes."

"What is your relationship with Han Feng?"

"Han Feng and I are the most close friends."

"My best friend?" Wang Xuanzhen looked at Lynch with a strange look. Lynch looked open-minded and confident that his acting skills were better than Han Feng.

Wang Xuan really wanted to speak but stopped, but he still swallowed it when he was at his mouth, "Is the Ministry of Justice okay?"

"It's great. I went out to handle the case and had a lot of experience." Lynch said honestly.

Wang Xuanzhen's eyes were soaked with tears, and he still had the innocence of the past. He softened his voice and said in a soft voice: "The Ministry of Justice is so bitter, I'll send you to the Ministry of Revenue."

Lynch looked surprised, "I was transferred from the Ministry of Revenue."

Wang Xuanzhen choked and looked back.

Han Fengzheng looked at them with a cold expression.

Wang Xuanzhen glanced at him and withdrew his gaze, and said to Lynch: "Is he sick? Is he going to let you stay well and let you suffer in the Ministry of Justice. This is also a waste."

Lynch could understand and defend Han Feng: "The Ministry of Revenue is comfortable, but the Ministry of Justice can better temper its mind and be closer to human justice."

Wang Xuanzhen looked at him calmly, and Lynch almost blushed when he said quietly: "Do you like him?"

Lynch was shocked and hurriedly denied: "I don't quite understand what the uncle is. I am a gentleman with Lord Han."

Wang Xuanzhen said: "Then why do you speak for him?"

Lynch: “…”

Wang Xuanzhen: "Unless you call him a slut with me, you just like him."

Lynch: “…”

Seeing Lynch's speechless look, Wang Xuanzhen didn't make things difficult for him anymore, "Forget it, I can see that it's best if you don't like him, it's best if you don't like him."

After Wang Xuanzhen finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards Han Feng and said to Han Feng: "Come here," and then said to Qian Bu: "You stay."

Obviously, he and Han Feng would not want anyone to hear what he and Han Feng wanted to say next.

Wang Xuanzhen walked in front and turned around and saw Han Feng looking back at Lynch. Lynch looked at him again. The two of them nodded their heads with their eyes lighter.
Chapter completed!