Xiao Yuchen went to discuss matters with his ministers.
Wen Jin, Yu'er, and Han Xian came to the place where Zhou Lingfeng was imprisoned.
I saw him trapped firmly, sitting on a straw mat, not knowing whether he was closing his eyes to rest or pretending to be calm.
"Daozhang Zhou, we meet again." Wen Jin said.
Zhou Lingfeng raised his eyelids.
"I don't know anything."
"The Emperor pretended to be ill today to protect Xiao Yunjie. Wasn't it you who instigated him?" Han Xian asked, touching his chin.
Zhou Lingfeng shook his body and said, "Do you think the Immortal Binding Lock is strong or not? How can a poor man persuade it?"
Han Xian smiled and said, "I don't know what method you use, but if it were me, I would have other methods."
Han Xian raised his eyebrows, looking provocative.
Zhou Lingfeng was not convinced and opened his mouth to say...
But he glared at Han Xian and held back.
"Xiao Yunjie has already made a move. He has been instigated to seize the throne. He has realized that he has been deceived and used.
"And he said that you know more than him. How much do you know? Who is manipulating and using you? What is the purpose? You'd better recruit them from the truth." Wen Jin said.
Zhou Lingfeng sat on the straw mat and leaned back against the wall.
"Pindao doesn't know anything. Pindao was recruited into the palace by the Supreme Emperor. What Xiao Yunjie? What kind of manipulation? Pindao doesn't know anything about it."
He looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water.
"Pindao doesn't know the person you're talking about, and he really has nothing to say. Queen, it's better not to waste your time on Pindao."
Yu'er tugged on Han Xian's sleeve, trying to get him to use Taoism to get Zhou Lingfeng to speak.
Before Han Xian could respond, the executioner sent by Xiao Yuchen arrived.
"When I see your Majesty and His Highness the Crown Prince...when the execution is being carried out, I would like to ask your Majesty and the Crown Prince to stay out of the way for fear of staining their eyes." The executioner bowed and said.
Wen Jin glanced at Zhou Lingfeng and saw him curling his lips in disdain, as if he didn't care about torture at all.
Wen Jin nodded and took Yu'er away from the yard.
I heard movement inside.
Wen Jin couldn't help but walk further away.
She saw Han Xian's expression was gloomy, and he seemed not to be optimistic about the effect of torture.
"What do you think, senior brother?" Wen Jin asked.
Han Xiandao said, "With Zhou Lingfeng's Taoism, ordinary torture instruments can only do limited damage to him, and their effects are naturally limited.
"It's more likely that he bites the bullet and doesn't say anything."
Yu'er asked suspiciously, "Can't the method that worked for Xiao Yunjie be used on Zhou Lingfeng?"
Han Xian touched his chin and said, "He is also a Taoist, and his Taoism is good. The Taoism used on Xiao Yunjie is just a small technique. For a Taoist like Zhou Lingfeng, the effect is almost negligible."
Yu'er frowned, "He must have a weakness. If a person does bad things, how can we not make him speak?"
Yu'er wondered what kind of poison in her body could make Zhou Lingfeng speak.
The Taoist priest is also a mortal. When he was still in the palace last time, didn't his poison have an effect on Zhou Lingfeng?
Wen Jinze was thinking...if that doesn't work, how about bringing the little princess over?
She seemed to have the ability to restrain Zhou Lingfeng.
But if this happens again and again, will someone discover Yue'er's specialness... and put Yue'er in danger?
Wen Jin and others waited outside for a while.
The three of them all wanted to see the effects of Zhou Lingfeng's torture so they could decide on their next move.
The palace man went to deliver a message.
The executioner paused the execution and the three of them walked into the yard.
A strong smell of blood hit his face.
"You won't beat him to death, will you?" Yu'er asked worriedly.
The executioner quickly cupped his hands and said, "Wei Chen is very cautious and cannot let him die."
The three of them came forward and saw Zhou Lingfeng hanging on a wooden frame in a large shape.
He was beaten to pieces with a barbed whip, but his face was expressionless, as if his soul had been separated from his body.
When Yu'er stared at him.
He suddenly opened his eyes and smiled, "Thank you for your concern, Your Highness, it is not easy for a poor man to die."
He showed no sign of pain.
Wen Jin and Yu'er both looked at Han Xian suspiciously.
Han Xian made a secret in his hand, and there seemed to be an invisible force hitting Zhou Lingfeng.
Zhou Lingfeng struggled and moved suddenly.
He was tied to a wooden frame and tied tightly. This time he struggled but didn't make much noise.
It just caused him to be beaten until his bloody clothes were exposed, revealing more blood stains.
At the same time, another small bottle fell out and rolled to Wen Jin's feet.
Wen Jin looked down at the small bottle. It was white, no bigger than a palm, with a narrow mouth and a cork stopper on it.
Just... looks familiar?
She raised her feet to take two steps back.
Zhou Lingfeng misunderstood that she wanted to kick, "Don't-" he exclaimed, looking anxious.
He looked much more anxious than when the executioner was about to execute him.
Wen Jin raised his eyebrows.
"Ha..." Zhou Lingfeng quickly pretended not to care, smiled dryly and looked away.
But out of the corner of his eye, he kept paying attention to the bottle.
The palace man picked up the bottle, wiped the blood on it, and presented it to Wen Jin.
Wen Jin looked at the bottle carefully, that feeling of familiarity...oh, I remembered it.
Isn't this the bottle she used when she first cooperated with Da Dexing to put pills for auction when she had no money?
She raised her eyes to look at Zhou Lingfeng, and happened to catch Zhou Lingfeng's eyes, staring intensely at the bottle in her hand.
"The Taoist's treasure?" Wen Jin said.
Zhou Lingfeng snorted, "What a treasure, it's just an empty bottle! If the Queen likes it, just take it, there are plenty of them here!"
"How many?" Wen Jin raised his eyebrows.
Wen Jin suddenly pulled out the cork.
"Hey, don't..." Zhou Lingfeng couldn't help but exclaimed, "What a waste! Cover it quickly!"
Wen Jin shook the bottle and poured it down again, "It's empty? What's the waste?"
Han Xian took the bottle curiously.
"Cover it quickly! Hurry!" Zhou Lingfeng couldn't help but urge.
Han Xian also checked it again, "There is indeed nothing."
But Zhou Lingfeng was so anxious that he tried to pretend not to care, but he failed to do so.
It seems that this bottle still has a mystery.
Han Xian put the bottle to his nose and took a deep sniff. He immediately showed a look of surprise, "This bottle originally contained a high-grade elixir. Although the elixir is gone, some of its spiritual energy still remains in the bottle."
Wen Jin couldn't help but widen his eyes... Is there such a thing?
Are you sure that what remains in the bottle is the spiritual energy of the elixir?
Maybe it's because...she was tight at the time, didn't have much money, and didn't have time to order more exquisite bottles. But in order to get a high price for the elixir inside.
So, she bought an ordinary porcelain bottle and soaked it in the spiritual spring water...so that the white porcelain was as clear and delicate as jade, and the texture of the white porcelain was even more flawless.
"Hurry up and cover it! Ouch! What a waste of natural resources..." Zhou Lingfeng was on the shelf, looking anxious to death.
At this moment, he saw Wen Jin take out an identical bottle from his sleeve pocket.
And it seems that the bottle in Wen Jin's hand is in better condition. How was the white porcelain fired? It has a translucent, jade-like texture.
"Is it this bottle? I have one too." Wen Jin shook the bottle in his hand, and there was a sound of pills sloshing in the bottle.
Zhou Lingfeng's eyes widened instantly, "You...you actually have one too?"
