In the dark and damp dungeons, the iron gates were tightly shackled, and the cunning jailers were the most lazy, and were never willing to bother to clean and tidy up, so that the ground was covered with dry grass and filth.

Just because they all know that the people who can be locked up here are almost all people who have been planted in front of the Son of Heaven and can't get up again, who would be willing to curry favor with such unprofitable people in vain?

This time, I don't know which big man came, and the imperial chamberlain personally came to greet him, so that this dungeon that has never seen the light of day can rest like a good chamber, but that person doesn't seem to appreciate it, and after enjoying it for a few days in the name of a prisoner, today he messed up and wasted this great grace.

The faint smell of the incense was still faintly wafting around, and before the jailers could react, they were already lying on the ground unconscious as soon as they rolled their eyes. There was only one light in the dark environment, and a moth with its wings flapping to fly towards the candle flame struggled a few times in the air, and landed on the table without moving.

In the chaos, this pure place was left, and an old man with white eyebrows was sitting on the wooden table, his brows furrowed and his face unhappy. Brushing off the corpse of the dead moth with his hand, and then flicking the dust accidentally stained on his body, he calmly sent the fine tea to his mouth.

At the same time, Chu Zikai came in a hurry, and all the way over, he had already been keenly aware of the abnormality of the surrounding quiet, and even the guards who were guarding outside couldn't wake up. Suddenly he was so anxious that he couldn't open the door patiently, and broke through the layers of iron doors with one kick and entered, and had a frontal fight with the old man, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

"The hour has not come, and the old gentleman is leaving?"

"Congratulations to Your Majesty," Ying Tian didn't raise his head, took a sip of tea, felt that it was not a taste, smacked his lips and frowned and fell aside, turned his head and opened the jar of wine again, and slowly poured it into the cup and shook it. "The promise given by the Son of Heaven Chrysostom is that as long as the poison in Concubine Yi finds the medicine, she will be able to return her free body!"

"If this is the antidote, why would she be tortured like this?" However, in the time of half a cup of tea, Yu Zhao had already fainted in pain, and Chu Zikai walked all the way and called all the way, but he could not wake her up. The anger was too heavy, and he really collapsed to the extreme, suppressed his anger, and threatened with a gloomy face:

"I advise you to know each other, I know that you are extraordinary, and I never feel that these iron bars and shackles and other mortal things can trap you, but Yinghua One and Xifan are just ants to me!"

The old man scoffed at the threat. "If Your Majesty asks for someone, please put down your ninety-five dignity in front of the old man."

Win Tiandu, he is an old man who is more arrogant than Ling Baiyao, he didn't bother to look up at Chu Zikai when he heard the words, he only looked up at Yu Zhao in his arms when he was drinking, and then shook his head and chuckled, slowly took out a dagger, poured the remaining cup of wine in the altar on it, and burned it on the lamp and candle, sighing:

"That kid of Ying Huayi, he never knew the importance of it, he was young and ignorant and had to stick to the relationship with the court, but now he is good, but he has really become a rabbit for people to hold him hostage!"

"I can give in to anything!" I have never felt such uncomfortable torment in my life, Chu Zikai suddenly broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead, for the first time in his life, fear filled his heart, put down his body and begged others: "What does the old gentleman want, just open your mouth, I just need an antidote!" ”

"Didn't Ling Baiyao give it to Her Highness the Fifth Highness?" Ying Tian didn't understand and asked, and while speaking, he threw the dagger out, which clearly looked like it was just a casual throw, but the knife fell on Yu Zhao accurately.

"I asked Your Majesty to give her the great tonic medicine before, but I hope Your Majesty will do it, if you have no foundation to be capital, this suffering of detoxification will survive, that is, she herself Fubo has not been able to survive it, but it doesn't matter to the old man and Ling Baiyao."

Every word is shocking, every second is difficult, Chu Zikai asked eagerly: "Please also ask the old gentleman to clearly tell me, what is the solution to her pain now?" ”

Ying Tiandu replied: "I took a knife and cut her Neiguan acupoint, and released the poisonous blood accumulated in her heart, and it is estimated that there is still a little way to live." However, this method is extremely hurtful, and if she is lucky enough to save her life, it is very likely that she will not be able to find it back for the rest of her life. Lifespan, gestation, can be affected by this. ”

Speaking of this, Ying Tian couldn't help but laugh sarcastically, clapped his hands and praised: "The first emperor is really thoughtful, he can think so carefully for His Majesty, you have one move after another, he has a way to descend and a law, after all, she has to prevent her from losing her relationship with the country to be willing, and symbolically kept the so-called promise, don't want her life, just torture her half to death, absolutely!" But since you are going to disobey your morals, you deserve these punishments. ”

"But is there any other way?" Chu Zikai's heart was distressed, looking at Yu Zhao who was dying, he had always been careful to take care of her and couldn't bear to hurt her for half a point, how could he be ruthless.

"It's useless to hesitate, she has poisonous blood and condenses her heart, she can't hold up a cup of tea, she dies or hurts her life at this time, she believes in Your Majesty so much, and Your Majesty has to make decisions for her yourself!"

The so-called masters have always come and gone without a trace, and Yingtian threw down this sentence, raised and smashed the jar in his hand with one hand, and a white mist suddenly rose around. After the fog clears. Looking at the stool again, it was nothing more than a scarecrow in clothes.

Believe it or not, at this time, Chu Zikai really can't make a choice, he only knows that God is never willing to give mercy to Yu Zhao, her cold hand hangs straight down, and her breath is getting weaker and weaker, as if the next moment, she will disappear completely.

Chu Zikai forcibly collapsed, sat down with her, and bowed his head to touch her face with pity, expecting to get colder and colder. Afraid that those closed eyes would never open again, and they couldn't stand the heart-eating torture anymore, they took her wrists with trembling hands, gritted their teeth and held the knife, and slid on it.

The love of the skin is perceived, and the pain of this sharp blade hurting Yu Zhao's body, and it also hurts into Chu Zikai's bones.

Fortunately, the winning knight did not speak falsely, that small wound really saved Yu Zhao's life in time, and the dark red and black poisonous blood gushed out from here, dripping on the ground and mixing with the dust, it was really shocking to watch. Chu Zikai felt a dull pain in his heart, which was tantamount to cutting the blood in his heart, and the pain made him unable to breathe.

The pain invaded and recalled Yu Zhao's consciousness, she was disturbed by the double stabbing pain in her heart and wrist, and weakly opened her eyes a slit, and she only knew that it was uncomfortable in her thoughts, where she was, who was accompanying her, and she had no intention of exploring.

The feeling of losing blood little by little is really uncomfortable, as if it is being put alive on the chopping board and tormented, and the next second it will die, and it will never die.