Chapter 1245.2

The second palace.

After the first World War in the rain, he returned to the house to change his clothes.

The murderous spirit has not dispersed yet.

The girl accidentally made a mistake when wrapping her belt around him. He twisted the girl's wrist and threw it to the ground.

"Lord, spare your life."

"Waste!"

"I didn't mean to."

"Get out!"

The little girl sobbed softly and retreated out trembling.

Then Yan put on his clothes and hurried to see Song Zhi.

Song Zhi still didn't wake up.

But after the imperial doctor finished his pulse, he was a little happy and quickly reported to the police: "prince, Prince song's pulse has gradually stabilized. It seems that he is likely to wake up."

I was still dying!

What's going on?

Na Yan didn't have the heart to investigate this. He was relieved a lot, and then ordered: "look at it carefully. Once he wakes up, send someone to tell the king immediately."

"Yes!"

Nayan turned and walked out of the house.

Three Royal doctors scratched their heads.

Looking at Song Zhi whose blood color is getting better on the bed.

"Why did the pulse suddenly become so smooth?"

"Yes, that's strange."

"I've never met anything like this."

Doctor Jiang couldn't figure it out. He touched his gray beard and said, "maybe this man should not die! He saved the second prince. When he woke up, wealth and glory were waiting for him."

Song Zhi is lucky!

I blocked a sword for the second Lord, but I got a great future.

I don't know what luck is?

Or mildew?

……

It rained heavily and thunder rolled.

Such a night is urgent and depressing.

Then he went to the secret room where the lianque was kept.

Before he came in, he heard the whip beating on the flesh.

It echoed in the secret room and looked strange.

At this time, the finch was stripped of his coat and tied to the post, and his strong chest was scarred with blood.

The bodyguard in charge of torture was beating him with a long whip in his hand.

He asked, "do you say it or not?"

The lianque's body was shaky, his head hung, and blood spilled from his mouth and dropped to the ground.

Like a dead body!

Despite being tortured, he never said a word.

Like a mute.

When he came in, he saw the seeping scene in front of him, but he didn't mean to sympathize at all, and the ruthlessness in his eyes was deeper.

The bodyguard stopped, went to him and said, "Lord, he just won't say. If he continues to fight like this, I'm afraid he'll......" he died!

The Yan narrowed his eyes and walked to the lianque. He grabbed his chin and lifted it up, forcing him to look at himself!

A strong smell of blood also rushed into the nose.

The sparrow was seriously injured, and his messy and wet hair scattered, covering most of his face and his bloodshot eyes.

He looked at the Yan in front of him.

Then he sneered.

It's like from an icy valley.

I couldn't help it. The strength on the finger increased a lot and asked, "who sent you?"

The finch opened its mouth full of blood and still smiled.

This also severely stimulated Nayan. He gritted his teeth and said word by word: "I won't say, right? Well, I think how long can you last?"

He shook his hand and left from the bird's chin.

Then he sat on a master's chair in the secret room and ordered: "fight me, fight me hard."

The bodyguard was ordered to whip again and again.

The finch bit its teeth without making any painful sound.

Na Yan sat there, his face getting darker and darker.

Like a pervert!

Quietly enjoying.

He knows very well that if he can't ask anything from the assassin tonight, he can't guarantee that he will encounter the previous situation when the assassin in the palace comes to the ears of King Hu Yi tomorrow. So anyway, he must find out the man who secretly wants to kill himself.

The sound of whips echoed in the secret room.

The finch is already in its skin.

Covered in blood.

Finally, he was knocked out.

Bodyguard: "Lord, I'm dizzy!"

The cold voice: "wake up with water."

"Yes."

Then, a bucket of cold water poured on the lianque from top to bottom.

Cold!

Bitter cold!

He was suddenly stunned and woke up, but his eyes were blurred. He only felt that his brain was blank and his blood seemed to be frozen.

The burning pain of being whipped on the chest also completely disappeared.

I only felt that the bones seemed to be scratched with a knife.

That kind of pain is far more painful than torturing the body.

Then he woke up and said, "keep fighting!"

The bodyguard was ordered to whip away, but his strength was reduced a lot.

Some can't do it.

The palms are shaking.

"Waste!" The Yan got up, grabbed the bloody whip and waved it to the lianque's face.

"Pa!"

This whip is heavier than any whip.

A deep cut was made in the face of the finch, and the blood overflowed and fell on the ground bit by bit.

He also fainted again.

The bodyguard quickly took a bucket of ice water and poured it on him.

But this time, there was no sign of waking up.

The bodyguard stretched out his hand to explore his breath, and his breath was weak.

Not dead yet!

"Lord, I'm not dead yet."

There was no mercy in that Yan's eyes: "brand it with a iron."

The bodyguard brought a stove and a soldering iron.

Several pieces of iron were burned red in the fire.

Na Yan picked up a piece and scalded it on the chest of the lianque without hesitation.

"Er!"

The finch looked up and made a faint sound of pain, but immediately bit his teeth and supported him.

His face and neck were red.

Blue tendons burst!

It was full of the smell of roasted meat, mixed with the smell of blood, pungent and unpleasant.

The satisfied took the iron off his chest.

"If you don't say it again, it won't be as simple as burning it on your chest."

The finch's chest was branded with a blood mark.

He sweated and slowed down for a long time before he looked at the man in front of him with his blood and tears and said: "... Kill me!"

It's better to die than to be tortured.

But——

The Yan smiled: "kill you? No, the king will keep your life! If you don't say it one day, the king will make your life worse than death."

“……”

"If you said so, I might let you go."

Lianque was not stupid. Naturally, he would not believe that Yan's words. His head hung down powerlessly and repeated again and again: "kill me... Kill me!" The Yanyan was angry: "listen, no one can save you. Now the only one who can save you is yourself! If you are willing to say, you will have a chance to live. And..." he approached lianque's ear. "Up to now, no one has broken into the palace to save you. You can imagine that you are a chess piece, but

To give up crushing at any time! In that case, why don't you work for the king? As long as you like, this king can let you enjoy endless glory and wealth in your life. " "Ah, bah!" The finch swallowed a mouthful of saliva in his face.