In the prison of the Criminal Department, Shen Mo was wearing a prison uniform and was taken to the palace torture room.

The rough walls are made of marble, and after a long period of cultivation, they have become black.

The room was small, with only one small window, covered with a layer of tissue paper, which let in a faint light.

A candle was lit in the room and placed on a stone table in the center.

Shen Mo sat on the wooden case, saw the blunt knife, and shuddered when he thought of the next punishment. Fingers curled up and gripped the plank beneath him.

To outsiders, there was no fear in his eyes, but he sat quietly, as quiet as a terracotta figurine.

The executioner was an old eunuch in the palace, who held a blunt knife in his hand, sprayed it with wine, and roasted it with fire, roasting it back and forth several times.

The old eunuch glanced at Shen Mo, and couldn't help but have a little appreciation in his eyes: "Don't worry, this knife has been with me for more than ten years, and I will try to make you feel better." ”

"Alas," the old eunuch let out a long sigh, with a little regret, "you Lang Jun, you have no fault, but you have to suffer the same punishment as your unsuccessful brother, don't you complain?" ”

Shen Mo was silent.

There are some things that I can't help myself. After all, he is just a humble person, and their fate can be crushed to death by those in high positions at any time.

What can he do if the concubine speaks?

He can compete secretly, but he can't compete openly.

The old eunuch glanced at Shen Mo again: "Don't you want to defend yourself?" ”

Shen Mo was speechless.

Justification? Who will listen to him.

The only aunt with a high name, who is still confined in the cold palace, has long been unreliable.

Moreover, he always felt that he had sinned deeply during this time, and perhaps this was God's way of forgiving his sins.

If he had a life to live, he wouldn't be so guilty the next time he saw the county lord.

His marriage with the county lord will not be counted, he will not be jealous of King Qing, and he will not implicate the county lord.

Think about it this way, in fact, the palace punishment is ...... It's also good.

"If this knife goes down, the first half of your life will be over, the road you took before can't be taken again in the future, you have to walk a new road." The old eunuch said as he helped Shen Mo to lie on the cold bed.

His face was wrinkled and furrowed by the dim candlelight, but he looked kind and kind.

The wooden planks that had fallen into disrepair were bare and stained with the smell of blood, and as Shen Mo lay down, there was a creaking sound.

The old eunuch took off his clothes, sprayed some wine on him, and tied him to the bed.

Shen Mo looked at the dark roof, he didn't think about anything at the moment, he couldn't say how he felt, it seemed to be relieved, and it seemed to be sad.

"Wait until you get through the first three days, and you'll be fine."

With that, the old eunuch began to stab.

It hurts, like an ant devouring it, and like a line cutting flesh back and forth, the pain is getting worse and worse, the pain makes his eyes black, he can't exert his strength, he can't move, the whole person is confused, and he can't feel the outside world.

Thirsty, he wanted to drink water.

Hurt.

His leg was broken, and the pain was less than one-tenth of what it is now.

He gritted his teeth, and the cloth in his mouth was about to be bitten by him, and he didn't scream.

The old eunuch said: "Shout out, it will be better to call out." ”

The old eunuch was anxious, he had seen so many people, and he was the only one who had seen Shen Mo so silent.

Those people, just at the sight of the torture equipment, trembled with fear.

There has never been a person like him, who is clearly subjected to corruption, but who gives people a sense of cleanliness.

Shen Mo still gritted his teeth and said nothing.

The expression on his face was already distorted in pain, and the sweat flowed down his cheeks, but he didn't make a sound.

The old eunuch had never seen such a tough person, such pain, he actually didn't say a word, only the wet hair on his sideburns could tell how painful he was.

"Stay behind the knife!"

A shout came, startling the old eunuch's hand and stopping his movements.

In the next moment, the door of the dark room was kicked open, and two poorly dressed guards entered.

When the guard saw the knife in the old eunuch's hand, he pushed him away and asked urgently, "Have you finished cutting?" ”

The old eunuch didn't have time to speak, and hurriedly went to close the door, his face became more anxious: "I can't stand the wind, I can't stand the wind, you want his life!" ”

The guards were startled, stepped aside, and watched the old eunuch close the door.

Shen Mo, who was lying on the wooden board, was very embarrassed at the moment.

The pain in his body made his eyes black for a while, and he couldn't alleviate it.

And he lay unstripped on the plank, unsheltered.

He tried to find a cover, but in the confusion, he touched a piece of cloth, and he pulled it to cover his body.

"Stop!" The old eunuch glanced at Shen Mo and hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop Shen Mo's movements.

He's dying!

The guards were also anxious on the side, and before their anger eased up, they quickly explained on the side: "He is the fiancé of the county lord of Qingheng, and the county lord of Qingheng has just arrived, let us stop the execution, so how is he now, is the execution over?" ”

The old eunuch looked at Shen Mo's wound, paused, and said, "It's halfway there." ”

Shen Mo couldn't help but tense when he heard what the man said about Lord Qingheng.

How did she get here?

If she saw him like this, what would he face?

His fingers unconsciously grasped the fabric in his hand and secretly gritted his teeth.

When I think about this, I feel that the pain has been relieved a lot.

"What a half! If he has any three long and two short, he will be buried with him! ”

Bang!

The door was kicked open.

In the next moment, a wet man appeared at the door.