Ji Yixian, who was originally standing on the steps, somehow jumped over Steward Xia and took Jiang Huan into his arms from behind: "Don't worry, I'll take care of it." ”

And the Lin family also broke free from the control of several maids, stumbled forward, and immediately knelt in front of Ji Bao'er, picked the person up carefully, and put tears and snot on his face: "Bao'er, mother's Bao'er." ”

"If you have something that is long and short, how can you live for your mother?"

Lin cried incessantly, disturbing people's hearts.

At such a juncture, Jiang Huan still has time to analyze the meaning of Lin's words, according to her words, the meaning is actually very simple.

Although the Lin family gave birth to three children, only Ji Bao'er grew up with her, and as for the other two, they didn't know where they were pulled by King Guangling for a long time.

Yes, if something really happens to Ji Bao'er, the Lin family has only two ways out, one is that people die like lights going out, and the Lin family is only afraid that they will go with it, and second, I am afraid that the Lin family will be desperate to avenge Ji Bao'er.

And the latter, no matter who it is, does not want to see.

Steward Xia can ignore their life and death, but he will not ignore Ji Yixian's life and death. At the moment when Ji Yixian stepped forward, Steward Xia had already led people to surround him, blocking Ji Yixian strictly behind.

The corners of Jiang Huan's eyes jumped a little sneering, and Mo Suoli on the opposite side also stared at Jiang Huan without blinking, once he found the strange appearance on her face, he immediately made a gesture, and Cao Kou, who was already a little uneasy, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart after seeing it.

When this order was given, Mo Suoli was a little more relaxed.

The things that I didn't notice were also floating in my heart one by one.

Let's just say one of the simplest and most unbelievable things, in such a huge palace, there is not a single soldier, and even the guards are pitiful.

All the guards standing in front of him now were all the people he had seen.

Such a palace, which is deeply relied on by His Majesty today, can there be only such a small number of people?

To be able to gather all the grass cobs and develop to this point, Mo Suoli is naturally not a fool, and he does not have the idea of facing the king of Guangling, even if he chooses Mingjin to withdraw his troops very quickly.

But before they could all withdraw, a sound of neat footsteps and the sound of armor colliding between them rang out from far and near.

In an instant, Mo Suoli's face became extremely bad.

"Brethren." Mo Suoli shouted, his voice was calm and powerful, no longer frivolous just now, "Break out!" ”

As Mo Suo left this command, King Guangling, who had been hidden in the shadows, stepped in slowly, and the spear that had followed him for many years stood behind him, as bright as snow.

"Since Mr. Mo is here, he might as well stay as a guest."

Mo Suoli hooked his lips and smiled: "It's a pity, Mo doesn't have this blessing." ”

Jiang Huan had already put away the whip and wrapped it around her waist.

Ji Yixian held her hand, and she didn't know what she was thinking, the corners of her mouth were slightly pursed, and she drooped downward, even her eyes were faintly tight. Jiang Huan half-raised his head and looked at his somewhat tight jaw.

Mo Suoli has already handed over hands with King Guangling.

To tell the truth, these two people are hand-in-hand, she is really not very optimistic about Mo Suoli, just now the two of them fought and she found out that although Mo Suoli has good kung fu, but he is a wild way, he will do anything, but he is not good at it.

But King Guangling is different.

In fact, Jiang Huan is really not worried about the fate of Mo Suoli.

Although the king of Guangling is violent, he is also a discerning person, Mo Suoli is a good seedling, presumably the king of Guangling will not do anything to people, otherwise he would not come to such an urn to catch turtles.

Isn't the purpose just to capture people alive?

Compared with him, Jiang Huan is more worried about herself.

The fight in the courtyard was actually not too intense, although Mo Suoli was good, but against the real army, it was not enough to see. What's more, the thief captured the king first, and as soon as the king of Guangling took Mo Suoli down, the group of grass robbers who broke in with him were all subdued by the people brought by the king of Guangling.

After the king of Guangling ordered someone to lock Mo Suoli with an iron chain, he immediately turned to the land they occupied.

His eyes are not like Ji Yixian, the color is a little light, but deep as an abyss, like the night, without half a star twinkling in between.

Or maybe it's because he has conquered the world in this life, and his hands have been stained with too many human lives, but those eyes have become what they are today after years and years.

There are no half-minute emotional ups and downs.

Seeing King Guangling coming over, Jiang Huan's body hid behind Ji Yixian in an instant, lowering his head as if trying to weaken his sense of existence.

But where would King Guangling give her this opportunity.

He took a few steps forward, and the distance between him and her was only half a foot, but his eyes were firmly fixed on her: "Jiang Huan." ”

Jiang Huan pinched her fingers with some trepidation, rubbed a few steps forward, and as soon as she was blessed, she felt a strong wind around her, and her hand in her sleeve was just about to be raised, but there was a clear voice in her heart telling her, no.

So, she could only stop her movements stiffly, let King Guangling grab her hand, and then pull it fiercely.

Like duckweed in the wind, she fell lightly to the ground.

The rough stones on the ground rubbed against her body, and the pain was scorching.

"Very good." King Guangling bowed his head and raised his chin lightly at Steward Xia, "This person, let's take it to the dungeon as well." ”

The dungeon of the Guangling Palace...... Jiang Huan's body couldn't help but tremble, and then she was set up by two guards on the left and right, dragging her away.

Overhead, there was a blazing sun.

The dungeon is cold.

This made Jiang Huan, who was afraid of heat, feel a lot better, she lay on the hay, bored and randomly smoked a hay and folded it in her hand to play.

It was almost pitch black all around, except for a candle lit on a low dilapidated table in the cell, and the flame burned smoothly, and the only other thing that could keep her company was probably the rats scurrying through the cell.

Of course, if the half-dead Mo Suoli who is locked up next door also counts.

No sooner had the hay been broken in half than the sound of chains came from far and near, followed by the heavy sound of the iron door being pulled open from the outside.

This has happened no less than ten times since she was locked in, and each time Mo Suoli was dragged out awake, and then dragged back unconscious.

The blood stains on the clothes, from the original blood, slowly became dull, and finally coagulated together, getting harder and harder, and it was obvious that Mo Suoli was tortured by them.

And this punishment is definitely not light.

Jiang Huan continued to lie on her stomach heartlessly, and after a while, she watched the two guards drag Mo Suo back, but this time, the person was awake.

She raised her eyebrows in surprise, her heart was clear, and she couldn't stand it when she thought about it, so she was relieved. Since he is relieved, there is no reason to use torture.

Jiang Huan sighed in her heart, turned over, and then tore a large piece of material from the hem of her skirt, and didn't care about getting dirty, so she directly kneaded it into a ball and stuffed it into her mouth, and put it in the place where the back tooth root was.

Now that Mo Suoli has finished the trial, it is her turn.

After waiting for Mo Suoli to be helped back to the cell by the two guards, one turned around and opened her cell door, and Mo Suoli, who was resting on the hay, looked up and suddenly smiled at her: "Wait for you to come back." ”

Jiang Huan didn't even want to give him a smile now, she stood up at the urging of the guards, then put on the chain and followed them out of the cell.

There was still a long distance from here to the place of execution and interrogation, and the flames inserted in the walls on both sides were extinguished, and even the wind that surged through them carried a bit of a fishy smell.

Step by step.

The corridor was silent, except for the rattling of iron chains.

When it passed, the brazier on the side plus the wood was crackling, the torture instrument on the side was still dripping blood, and a little dark red blood also seeped out from the gap in the bluestone slab.

In front of him, there were wooden stakes, on which blood dripped and iron chains hung from the ground, rusty.

King Guangling sat on a chair, with a cup of tea in his hand, the fragrance of tea overflowed, mixed with the unique smell of decay in the dungeon, she didn't know how King Guangling could drink tea so leisurely in such a taste, didn't she feel that the taste was chong?

Jiang Huan was put on a wooden stake by the guards and tied her limbs with iron chains.

"Jiang Huan." The corners of King Guangling's lips turned up, "How are you feeling these days?" ”

Although Jiang Huan wanted to reply to the previous sentence at this moment, she also remembered that she was now a mute girl, and she would not open her mouth even if she died, Qing Lingling opened her eyes and looked at King Guangling calmly.

King Guangling looked at her with a smile: "Don't you speak?" ”

"Jiang Huan, you should know that I have a way to make you speak." King Guangling continued.

Jiang Huan silently lowered her head, but bit the fabric down hard in her mouth.

"Since you won't speak, so be it." After King Guangling glanced at the executioner, he continued to take the teacup very leisurely and began to taste tea.

The torture instrument used for torture was a long whip, and there seemed to be some water on the whip, even if Jiang Huan's eyesight was good, she couldn't see what the water soaked in the iron bucket looked like.

But when the man threw the whip on himself, Jiang Huan still sniffed out what kind of water was on the whip.

- Chilli water.

It's really a hot pain to smoke on your body.

Jiang Huan remembered that the torture tools in her house also had long whips, but the whip was full of barbs, and it hurt to pull it on the body, but when the long whip was pulled out, it hurt even more.

Her mind drifted away again, what did they do when they caught Dayan's spies before? Is it the same way, tying people to stakes, one instrument of torture for another?

Then, just like Mo Suoli, he beat people all over his body every day, and he couldn't ask a word anymore, so he put the person back in his cell, let him rest for a while, and then wait for the next morning to come again, and then drag the person to interrogate.

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