Chapter 503

Inside the prison, it was dark and humid. Occasionally, the prisoners got up and their chains collided with each other. The smell of corruption and mildew came out, mixed with the smell of blood and disgusting.

The jailer swung his thick, dark and long whip, and beat the stake of the prison to a loud sound. The original voice of crying injustice was gradually suppressed and turned into a low sob.

With the support of the warden, Yan Qi, a gorgeous new emperor, walks slowly into the prison and walks towards the innermost layer step by step. The peculiar smell in the air rushes into his nose and makes him frown and calm again.

The cell in the innermost room has a single door and courtyard, and the heavy door is made of wood and iron. It takes four people to open it.

When the gaoler forces to open the thick wooden iron door, Yanqi steps to the prison, and everyone stays outside to wait.

The eyes are full of torture tools. I don't know how many people have been tortured. They have already been stained with blood. The special brand iron burns red and steaming in the charcoal basin.

Further inside, the three cross wooden posts were neatly arranged in a row, and the middle one was tied with a bloody little figure. His limbs were trapped separately, and there was no integrity in his whole body. He was abandoned in the dark prison like a rag sack.

Blood, dyed the whole stake red, has not yet completely dried up, maybe yesterday also suffered torture, torture.

At this moment, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching, and there was no response, even the sound of breathing.

The visitor asked coldly, "are you still not willing to say?"

The blood clotted hair sticks tightly to the cheek. The itching is unbearable. Jiuming droops his head powerlessly. After hearing the sound, he wants to lift his head gently and take a sip at him.

Unfortunately, her weak and painful body was so cold that she couldn't even lift her head completely. She had to give a cold hum to express her disdain and ridicule.

Her mouth is even tighter than a clam, and no one can pry it open.

Half a month!

It's been half a month since Yanqi discovered that the owner of tengge palace had been changed.

This half a month, day and night torture disguised as Xie Zhi's first lady Jiuming, but also can't get a bit of Xie Zhi from her mouth where the news, this let him how not angry.

So tonight, he would come to torture himself to find out.

There is a dark wooden chair on the opposite side of the blood pile. The charcoal basin is on the left side of the chair. Yanqi casually gathered her robe and sat down. She picked up the handle of the red and transparent iron, gently raised her eyes and asked, "are you really not afraid of death?"

In the dim vision of wine and blood red, a fire red light appeared. Subconsciously, it instinctively trembled. Some parts of the body sent out faint pain, which was not borne by the body at the moment, but printed into the brain these days.

Dead?

How could she not be afraid of death!

From the time she saw the blood flow in tengge palace everywhere, from the time she watched Su Yan's body pierced by the sword, from the time the blood turned her eyes red, and the sky turned into a curtain of blood, how could she not be afraid of death so close, and how could she not change her face

In the world, who is not afraid of death and who really wants to die, Who wants to die

"Elder sister Jiuming, Yan'er is going ahead. When his wife comes back, please say hello to Yan'er and ask her not to be sad about Yan'er's death..."

In her mind, she would often recall the scene when Su Yan was immersed in blood, and her ears would echo every word she said, Every day we spent together is as if it was yesterday.

The most impressive thing is Su Yan's relieved smile before she died, as if she was saying that she had never lived in vain or with the wrong master in this life, but she was still so young and had a good time to spend

In this way, a flower of the general age of the little girl, finally died in his arms.

A person who used to love crying and making trouble, to death, but not even a drop of tears, a word of complaint did not say.

Su Yan, I'm sorry!

The blood stained eyelashes of wine Ming flutter gently, and tears fall silently.

But she can't betray the master, and can't say anything. From the moment she was found and caught, she should be a mute, and she can only be a mute.

She's scared to death!

But she was even more afraid, afraid of being entrusted with something negative, of breaking her faith in others, of changing the country's ownership, and of national hatred.

Now, she has lost everything, only dignity and faith can not be lost.

He raised his thick eyes and looked at the opposite person with satisfaction. He sniffed and refused to say anything useful."Good, good, good!"

After three cheers, Yanqi was enraged by her silence and irony to the extreme. She raised her right hand, picked up the iron in her hand, pressed it to Jiuming's shoulder blade, and pressed it hard.

At the moment of contact with the skin, the extremely hot iron makes a burst sound, followed by a strange smell of roasted body, scorching.

The pain came from the wound, which made Jiuming yell out instinctively. His voice was as hoarse as the friction of saw iron.

When the burning smoke is getting smaller, Yanqi takes back the iron and puts it into the charcoal basin again. With one hand, she disperses the smell of nasal sound and walks to Jiuming, who is struggling to death. "Your mouth is really strict!"

After that, her eyes changed. She raised her hand and pinched her chin. She said with a smile, "Oh, want to die? No, it's not the right time. You have to live well first... "

Hand a force, directly removed the chin of wine Ming, so that she can no longer close the mouth, broke her want to bite the tongue to commit suicide.

Soon, the saliva in the cavity flowed along with the trend, which made her look embarrassed and added an indescribable amount of shame and spiritual torture.

Jiuming opens her eyes wide and stares at Yanqi, who is only inches away from her. Although her eyes are blocked by thick hair, they can't stop the fierce anger in her eyes.

If the eyes are visible, I'm afraid Yanqi has already been shot through the heart.

But even if her eyes were creepy, it was just a broken body that could not move. Yanqi rubbed off the dirty blood in her hands with her three fingers together and raised a cruel smile. "Since you don't want to say anything, I'll push you to the Meridian Gate and put you to death with a felony after I ascend the throne. I want to see if she is so cruel that she can see you die for her with her own eyes! "

Lingchi execution, commonly known as "thousands of cuts", is one of the most cruel punishments in the death penalty.

Once upon a time, she just heard about it and felt terrible. Now she has to experience it herself, hehe

Jiuming only felt a mouthful of blood rushing to his throat. He could not resist it. It flowed down the corner of his mouth and added a new stain on his clothes.

With a sneer, Yanqi said, "Oh, yes, and Lang Liangyuan, the number one scholar appointed by Yuqian..."

After a deliberate pause and seeing her look up again with all her strength, she continued maliciously, "as an accomplice, we have to deal with it together! It's very good. The mandarin ducks are swimming in pairs! Although you can't be born on the same day, as husband and wife, you can die on the same day

"No..."

In half a month, Jiuming spoke for the first time. It was only a simple pronunciation, but it exhausted all the strength she had left.

No, you can't

She can die, she can bear all kinds of torture, even if she is black and blue, even if she is tortured to death in the prison, she can, she can

But she can't, can't destroy Liang Yuan, can't destroy Liang Yuan