'Cut out tongue', with these two bloody words carved on her forehead, Shen Nanbao couldn't help feeling weak on her feet, but her tone was not timid at all, "Sage, are you afraid of what I will say when you cut out my tongue? "
The saint narrowed his eyes coldly, but soon, she suddenly became confused and said, "Do you think I am the same as those in the Shen family? You can escape the disaster just by being clever? A small earthworm shakes a big tree and does not overestimate its own capabilities. "
As soon as he said these words, the saint used his sword and ordered the soldiers to drag Shen Nanbao to the execution rack.
His body suddenly lifted off the ground, and his heart was lifted up with fear, but it was not this that made Shen Nanbao's scalp numb, but those torture instruments that shone with cold light.
The saint also saw her change of expression. He sat in an armchair ten feet away and blew into the lamp, "Miss Xiao, don't be afraid. These soldiers in the Imperial City Division are very experienced. They can make a move with a sword." I'm sure you won't feel anything about it at all, just like losing your hair."
Shen Nanbao was shocked when he heard this, but his tone was still calm, "Isn't the saint afraid that the officials will know about this?"
The saint paused while drinking tea, and a sharp light flashed from the edge of the azure glazed cup, but he said nothing. He only made a gesture to signal the guards to take action.
In that moment, everything became very clear.
The saint's skirt is decorated with gold and embroidered phoenixes, the saws, axes, knives and axes are arranged on the black lacquer tray, and his own heart is beating rapidly.
The faceless soldier picked out a silver needle as thick as a finger.
The silver needle searched for the dim light in the cramped execution room. He blew on the light, the candle flames rippled, shadows jumped around the room, and the needle body buzzed slightly. Listening to the sound, it was very sharp. The power of iron.
Shen Nanbao remembered something in a daze. She struggled and shook the shackles on her hands and feet, "Where is Xiao Yichen? Where is he?"
The saint finished drinking the tea and put it down leisurely. He placed it on the table and made a crisp sound. "After all, we are deeply in love. At this critical moment, we still don't forget your husband. Don't worry, deal with it." If I kill you and then deal with him, he will end up in a pig cage anyway."
By the time he said this, the guard had already roasted the silver needle until it was all red. He pressed his thumb on Shen Nanbao's chin and heard a "click" sound.
Shen Nanbao felt a sharp pain, as if she was choking on water, and tears couldn't help but burst into her eyes. When she came to her senses, her chin was no longer her chin, and her tongue was also grabbed by someone. On hand.
The torturer was an experienced hand. He held the hot silver needle firmly and forcefully, and his fingers were like a loach. In an instant, it slipped into Shen Nanbao's mouth, stuck straight at the base of his tongue, and then pried it up, pulling it out by the roots. !
pain!
Severe pain!
It was almost like pulling her soul out of her body. Shen Nanbao smelled the same smell as when she was about to die in her previous life.
Shen Nanbao thought that she was probably going to die.
She is not afraid of death. People who have died once actually understand better the feeling of relief when all emotions and pain are suddenly withdrawn from the body the moment they close their eyes.
Therefore, what she was afraid of was that she died like this without properly saying goodbye to Xiao Yichen or telling Xiao Yichen how much she liked him.
Shen Nanbao closed his eyes and looked around in confusion. Unfortunately, apart from the saint's smiling face, there was only dim light and a cramped torture chamber. Her eyelids finally dropped, and the overwhelming darkness overwhelmed her.
Chen Fangyan, who was carrying the imperial edict, rushed non-stop to the Imperial City Prison as soon as he left the Funing Hall.
It had just snowed, and the road was slippery. If he went a little faster, he might fall down. Chen Fangyan almost fell down several times.
Bian Fang came to help him, "Sir, please slow down, it's still early, the two of them were taken to the Imperial City Division after hearing the news."
It was so cold that every breath he took would form a blur of white mist in front of his eyes. Chen Fangyan didn't even blink, just picked up his pants and hurried forward.
One side is rushing, the other side is answering Bian Fang's words.
"They just entered the Imperial City Division, what about the Saint? Didn't the Saint also go to the Imperial City Division a long time ago? The Imperial City Division is different from those in Zhao Prison. Every punishment has to be recorded. As long as the superior gives an order, you can do whatever you want. Who can make you lose your arms, legs, or even your backbone with just the skill of piercing the eye? The saint is determined to give up again, how can she waste her life with those people!"
The more he spoke, the more urgent his steps became.
The image of her death in her previous life could not help but appear in his mind, and an unexplained heartache squeezed his heart.
So much so that the Imperial City Prisoner, who originally needed half a stick of incense to arrive, arrived with only half a cup of tea, and a guard blocked the way with a knife.
Chen Fangyan didn't even say hello, he pushed them aside and squeezed in like he was pulling grass.
From light to darkness, it takes some time to adapt. When he was almost used to it, he could faintly see the light in front of him. Chen Fangyan's steps were so fast that he almost slipped in with a shovel.
As soon as she entered, she saw Shen Nanbao with her eyes closed, and that damn policeman was holding a silver needle in her mouth. A shocking stream of blood oozed from Shen Nanbao's mouth!
Chen Fangyan was stunned.
The same feeling of despair and suffocation as in his previous life came to his heart again.
Chen Fangyan felt as if his heart was torn apart, and he didn't care. He rushed up and slashed the Tianling Gai of the soldier with one palm, causing blood to bleed from all his orifices on the spot.
The saint was so frightened by this sudden turn of events that he immediately stood up from his seat and looked at the soldier with bulging eyes and a dead look in disbelief.
However, Chen Fangyan approached the torture rack cautiously and stared at Shen Nanbao's pale face for a moment.
"Shen Nanbao..."
"Don't, don't be afraid, I'm coming..."
Chen Fangyan shouted tremblingly, he didn't even dare to touch the artery in her neck.
Bian Fang, who came later, put two fingers on Shen Nanbao's neck and said immediately: "There is still energy, not too weak. I think he fainted from the pain of the torture just now."
That's good, that's good.
Chen Fangyan nodded vaguely, reluctant to let go, and went to tinker with the iron chain wrapped around her wrist.
The neglected saint struck a blow and said, "Chen Duhu, you are so brave, how dare you stop my execution."
Huang Tiju, who was standing next to him, was finally willing to show his face. His smiling eyes looked like a jade-faced fox, "Chen Duhu, you are too disrespectful to our Imperial City Secretary to rush in like this." , how do you expect me to behave in the capital in the future?"
Chen Fangyan hesitated, "Huang Tiju wants to be a good person, so he should first think about how to explain it to the officials."
Huang Tiju was stunned for a moment, squinted his eyes and opened them, revealing a cold glow.
When Chen Fangyan saw it, he pretended not to see it. He turned his head and shouted to the guards standing on the bank: "Hurry up and unlock it for me! Otherwise, the officials will blame you. How many heads do you have for you to cut off?" "
The guards looked at each other and looked at Huang Tiju.
"Chen Fangyan!"
Although the saint was so frightened by Chen Fangyan's words "official" that his heart beat like boiling water against the lid of a pot, his expression was still majestic and ugly, "You are so brave, how dare you ignore the saint!"
In response to her words, Chen Fangyan suddenly jumped up, and the corners of his robes embroidered with intricate gold patterns emitted a thin sharp light, which went straight into the saint's eyes.
Before the saint could react, the document that Chen Fangyan threw out as he turned around was inserted into the desk at her hand.
The bright word "李" made the saint's eyes suddenly shrink and his face changed completely.
"Sage, please save your energy and explain to the officials! The officials just slept for a while, why did you transfer the power of the Imperial City Division?"
Huang Tiju narrowed his eyes, as if he was chewing on Chen Fangyan's words, but chewing was chewing, and because of the official orders, he had nothing to disobey, so he raised his hand to signal the guards to take action.
The policemen then swarmed onto Shen Nanbao's torture rack and fumbled to get the key and unlock the iron chain.
Even in such a free moment, Huang Tiju did not forget to say: "Master Chen, please don't embarrass me, I am just following orders."
The Imperial City Chief was used to playing tricks like this, but now was not the time to argue with him about it, so Chen Fangyan didn't want to get in trouble with him, hugged Shen Nanbao tightly in his arms, and didn't care how the saint stretched himself. With a donkey face and a livid complexion, he walked out.
The long and narrow passage outside was still dark, but this time was different from before. Chen Fangyan was full of peace and security. He couldn't help but touch Shen Nanbao's forehead with his lips, "I'll take you away."
Bian Fang followed closely, as if he was used to Chen Fangyan's behavior, so he just lowered his eyes and asked in a low voice: "Master, what should I do about Xiao Yichen?"
Mentioning that person, Chen Fangyan wanted to rub his teeth. He had planned well. As long as Shen Nanbao married her, he would no longer be controlled by the saint like in his previous life.
He never thought that when Xiao Yichen intervened, he would have to corner the saint and put Shen Nanbao in danger.
Do you really care about Shen Nanbao's life for the sake of love?
Isn’t this kind of love too selfish?
Chen Fangyan frowned and said with a withering tone, with a sinister look in his dark eyes, "No matter what, wait for him there, didn't he swear that he was sure of himself that day? Then let him be sure of himself, It is also called suffering a torture that is worse than death.”
What's more, he had to let Xiao Yichen contain the saint, and he had to let Xiao Yichen be the living target!
Chen Fangyan narrowed his eyes and carried Shen Nanbao out of the Imperial City Prison.
Almost as soon as the front foot left, Ban Zhi, the front secretary of the Hehe Yigan Hall, led by Chujiu and Kun Hong on the hind foot, swept in like locusts crossing the border.
Chujiu found Xiao Yichen first.
At that time, Xiao Yichen had kicked the door countless times.
He didn't know what it was made of, but it couldn't move no matter how hard he kicked it. When he saw the pestle and mortar coming, Xiao Yichen's eyes brightened a little, "Go find her first."
As soon as he finished speaking, Kun Hong hurried over and said, "Master, I didn't find the second girl."
A click of tut came faintly from the side, and Xiao Yichen knew it was the long-time Huang Tiju without even having to hear it.
Xiao Yichen lowered his eyes, "Where is she?"
Huang Tiju walked slowly closer, his laughter faintly mixed with anger, "She's dead."
