Xuan Cao Pavilion.

The crowd of onlookers watching Ruohe's painting suddenly erupted in cheers.

It turned out that the snowman was finally painted.

Ruohe put down the brush in his hand, took the painting off the easel with satisfaction, and looked at it carefully, a smile slightly curled at the corner of his mouth.

But this smile disappeared as a guard suddenly ran towards this side with a nervous face:

"Sister Ruohe, someone suddenly found the corpses of several guards in the bushes over there!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

Ruohe's heart sank, and he stood up suddenly, "Take me to see it." ”

"Yes."

Coming to the place of the incident, Ruohe stepped forward to check the snorts of several people on the ground, and then looked at their injuries, and his mood suddenly sank.

Looking at it, suddenly, her heart tightened, and she quickly turned around and asked the guard:

"What about the princess? Where did the princess go? ”

The guard shook his head a little stunned, "I don't know, but ten minutes ago, I ran into the princess and the girl playing hide and seek here." ”

"Well," Ruohe nodded, and immediately turned to the other guards, "You two, immediately take five people to look in these two directions······ You, and Xian'er, you two come with me. ”

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In a dimly lit underground prison.

"Smack——! Smack——! ”

A secluded wall candle cast the figure of two jailers whipping a stunning woman chained to iron chains in turn, and cast it on the moldy prison wall.

Ling Ran was awakened by several painful whiplashes, but when she opened her eyes, she saw a man in front of her, waving a long whip towards her shoulder.

"Smack——!

A heart-rending pain suddenly came from his shoulder, but Ling Ran couldn't help but want to scream, just calmly looked at the two men in front of him who looked like jailers, and his lips opened lightly:

"What have I done to be punished with this punishment?"

But what answered her was a number of long whips that were cut at her mercilessly······

From all over his body,—— even on his face, there was a hot pain, Ling Ran no longer knew it, and he didn't want to think about how miserable he was at the moment.

After a long time, one of the jailers suddenly replied:

"We're just doing it by divine order."

He looked at the woman in front of him, he thought that she was a delicate body, and she would definitely cry bitterly when she was brutally whipped, but she didn't even let out a painful moan, but was so strong that he couldn't help but admire Ling Ran.

"Divine decree?" Ling Ran repeated, shocked in his heart.

"Hmm." The jailer whispered in reply, and dropped another whip on her arm.

Ling Ran's thin clothes immediately oozed a dazzling red.

There was a tearing pain in her arm, and she gritted her teeth in pain, and felt the blood drip down her hanging elbow, but when she spoke again, every word was still calm:

"Can you read it to me?"

The jailer was stunned, stopped the whip in his hand, and was about to walk towards a table next to him, when a loud shout suddenly came from the side of the stairs:

"What are you doing! Want to be lazy?! I'm telling you, if you don't beat her, Lao Tzu will beat you! ”

Frightened, the jailer was so frightened that he hurriedly walked back to his original position and continued to call Ling Ran.

She followed the prestige, but saw a strong, round man, playing with a leather whip that was thicker than the two jailers' hands, smiling fiercely, like a devil from hell, slowly pacing towards her.

"Yo. Princess Xiao Guoxuan, Ling Ran. Awake? ”

Ling Ran looked at the hideous smile on his face, and suddenly felt a wave of nausea, but he couldn't hold back the discomfort, met his gaze directly, and asked:

"You are?"

"The head of this prison." He replied, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but climb a trace of pride, pacing, looking at the scattered injuries on Ling Ran's body for a few seconds, the smile on his face disappeared immediately, and he directly raised his whip and hit a jailer next to him on the back:

"How to hit someone?! Half an hour has passed, and the injuries on her body are half of those of our father~lord~?! ”

"Yes, yes," the jailer grinned in pain, nodding his head again and again, "We're going to speed up the progress," and he gathered up his strength and hit Ling Ran.

Again and again, it rained like raindrops, but it was raindrops with sharp blades, cutting countless wounds all over her body.

Ling Ran closed his eyes and pursed his lips, trying not to let the moisture in the corners of his eyes spill out.

Pain······

Heart-rending pain.

New wounds were layered on top of the old wounds, and the flesh and skin were falling apart again and again, and she only felt that this body was almost no longer hers, so painful, so painful······

The pain that pierced the soul like a bone-eating one.

But her brain was still working hard, remembering what the jailer had just said······

Is the wound on her body half of that of our father~lord~······

Gong ~ Lord ~.

She suddenly remembered the scene of Bai Ling holding Bai Qin and passing them by that night, and her heart sank, and she raised her eyes and asked the prison head:

"This is the prison of Yunguo?"

"Not bad." The warden nodded.

Ling Ran lowered his eyes, pondered for a moment, and said:

"Then you have caught the wrong person," she paused before continuing, "I have always been friends with your Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Bai Qin Gong ~ Lord ~ Lord, and we often eat and play together, and it is impossible to do anything to hurt her. ”

Unexpectedly, the prison boss only sneered:

"With so much in a day, how can we care about this? Anyway, the Lord~Lord~ was found in your house, so it can't be wrong, isn't it? ”

Hearing this, Ling Ran couldn't help but feel a nameless fire in his heart, but his face was still calm, and he said:

"But don't you want to catch the real culprit who really hurt her, a shame on the snow country?"

"The real murderer?" The jailer smiled and looked at her:

"The real murderer······ Isn't it the Kingdom of Xiao? So, who exactly it is, does it matter?! I tell you," he poked her ribs with the hilt of the whip, "it doesn't matter! Lao Tzu is not so idle! Keep beating me, hit hard! ”