Chapter 7 Chapter 2 2

I don't know if the following scenario was told to him by someone else, or he thought it up himself.That day Yu Xuanji followed two official media in the yamen to the prison in Chang'an.For a while, no one paid her any attention, and let her sit in the torture room, looking at the blood-stained instruments of torture, so that she could have a clear understanding of where she was going.But Yu Xuanji closed her eyes and grabbed the small suitcase she was carrying, so she didn't see the iron chains hanging on the stone wall and the torture bed nailed from thick logs.Until someone shouted: The new death row prisoner Yu Xuanji came to put on the torture tools, she stepped forward, still holding a small suitcase in her hand.Then she sat down again in a wide arm-chair, as she was instructed, with her legs outstretched, and her feet inserted into the two grooves in the plank of the opposite shelf.At this time, the prisoner with a swollen face yanked a jeweled leather sandal from her foot and threw it far away.Yu Xuanji whispered: I'm sorry; he took one hand from the suitcase, bowed and took off the other sandal.At this moment, the cell boss said, "Give me the suitcase too."She also handed over the suitcase; after looking at the prisoner's eyes, she untied the silk scarf from her neck, tied her hair, pulled out the hairpin, took off the necklace, took off the jade bracelet on her wrist, and took off her ears. He held the jade pendant on his hand and handed it to the jailer.These things were put on the torture bed with a clatter.Later, the jailer nailed Yu Xuanji's ankle with a nail in his mouth. At this moment, he felt the need to comfort her, and said: Don't be afraid.As long as you don't come to make trouble, as long as you are obedient and obedient, I won't come to beat you, and the prison is not as terrible as others say; and so on.But Yu Xuanji didn't answer.So the cell boss spat out all the nails, stared at her and said, did you hear that?Yu Xuanji just woke up like a dream, and replied: I heard that, uncle.The cell boss said, "Hear the nails for me."So those saliva-stained, warm nails fell into Yu Xuanji's palm.These nails caused a spasm in Yu Xuanji's heart.She waited for the prison boss to turn around, and quickly frowned.

Later, the cell boss screwed her up again, and there were always only two people in this room.Yu Xuanji stared at the gray eyes, watching the square nails go into the planed white board.When the last nail was hammered, she hastily picked up the knob, feeling that the weight was not very heavy.The cell boss said: Willow, the lightest wood.We treat you well.But the yoke on the neck is very heavy.They were black and greasy old wooden boards, and they were piled up with bamboo shoots.When everything is assembled, said the cell boss, stand up and try to walk.Yu Xuanji stood up, tried to take a step, and then whispered: Uncle, I am carrying so many big wooden boards, how can I sleep?The cell boss laughed loudly and said, "You can sleep however you want."The condemned prisoners put on torture tools and stayed in their cells, where they could sleep however they wanted.It is your right.

Later, Yu Xuanji stood in the middle of the cell, with his legs spread apart, and a death row shackle of more than 70 kilograms was placed around his neck. He felt shaky and could not stand up.She is like a boat in the sea, waiting to be docked.So she turned around with difficulty and looked at the chair she had been sitting on.But the cell leader picked up a stick leaning against the wall (the stick was made of a pepper tree trunk with a round end. The inmates in the cell called it a donkey dick stick), and said: Go back to your cell.From the point of view of the cell boss, every prisoner lives in a certain cell, and when he comes out occasionally, he has to go back quickly.But Yu Xuanji felt at a loss.So the cell boss poked her in the ass with a stick.Yu Xuanji's buttocks were unusually smooth, and the stick slid away.But the jab had already produced its effect, and she strode forward with difficulty, almost blindly.When he reached the corridor, there was movement behind him.The jailer said, "Go ahead by yourself, and go in when you see an open cell. I will lock the door later."I have to go, they're splitting your stuff!So Yu Xuanji walked forward by himself, passing through a long corridor with fence doors on both sides.There was the smell of horse stables coming from those gates.Yu Xuanji didn't dare to look inside those fences at all, and he didn't dare to listen to the sounds behind those fences.But she knew what the people were saying: This is the famous courtesan, love poet, and so on.There may be some provocative words, obscene words.But she didn't want to listen, and just went about her own business, walking with her head down.After a difficult trek, I found the empty room, and found a cleaner place underground.She sat down, tried a few times, found a proper posture, curled her legs up, pressed her knees against the weight of the shackle, and just stopped moving.

In fact, the inconvenience that Yu Xuanji felt in the prison was not just about being unable to sleep with the shackles on.The cell bosses of the supervisors said that our place is just a warehouse with some goods waiting to be dispatched.Especially the death row prisoners, that are some waste to be destroyed.Of course, waste can also be used, so when the vigil is boring, people are taken to the execution room and beaten up as a pastime.For a female prisoner like Yu Xuanji, the pastime might not just be a beating.This can be heard from the conversations of the cell bosses.Twenty years later, they still say that Yu Xuanji is a good girl, she is obedient and sweet.When she lived here, everyone rushed to work the night shift.But Wang Xianke couldn't imagine these things.He was a boy without such a lewd imagination.

The limit Wang Xianke could imagine was that Yu Xuanji sat on the torture chair, stretched her white and thin wrists into the willow knobs, and then opened her sad eyes to watch the wooden knobs being nailed on, and then lifted the wooden knobs. He raised his hands and saw the wooden frame made of two pieces of wood dangling on his wrist.Such is life in prison, sitting down with fingers crossed before twisting.When standing up, reach forward and hold the front edge of the shackle.Hands are only used for these two purposes in prison.Walking around the prison, the feet are like door leaves, walking forward with ridiculous strides.At this time, there are semicircles one after another under the feet, and the buttocks have to twist accordingly.When standing, legs are spread apart, like a three-year-old girl who hasn't learned to squat down to pee.When sitting down, the thighs are tight and the calves are spread apart, like a tripod.Yu Xuanji's legs are used for these two purposes in prison.

Wang Xianke went to the prison kitchen again, bought a portion of prison food, and took it home.Those were some big corn buns of fifteen taels each, one was enough for a day.Wotou is steamed with bean flour, rice bran and distiller's grains, and there are straw and chicken feathers in it.A lot of steamed buns are steamed every day in a prison like this, half of which is given to the prisoners to eat, and the other half is sold to the circus to feed the bears.Wang Xianke couldn't believe that the heavenly and beautiful Yu Xuan would put such a big cornbread on the shackle and gnaw it bite by bite.It really shouldn't be like this.