The second young master followed the person from the master of ceremonies into the iron 'door' of the prison. шщш.(vii) (ix) x.S.сом The update is so fast.

The screams in front of you grew louder and louder.

Two guards with torches open the prison door with expressionless faces.

The second young master stood in place, but was still pushed by his colleagues, and then took a step into the prison.

As soon as he entered the 'door', he covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve.

"How many are there this time?" asked the master of ceremonies.

"Two, but it's hard to say for a while that I want to add another one. "Inside stood a jailer in charge of torture, with long shoulders and a round waist, and shirtless. They glanced to the other side of the cell.

On the other side of the cell, two prisoners were chained to the wall, and an interrogating jailer was kicking the prisoner to the ground with his foot.

"If this one doesn't recruit again, he will soon be carried out. The jailer said helplessly.

The master of ceremonies scratched his head, "So the remaining two are almost gone?" he said, referring to the two prisoners who were locked to the wall.

The jailer pursed his lips, "Of course, it's either death or recruitment, our Shaoqing doesn't have much patience anymore." ”

Only then did the second young master notice that there was a wooden table in the dark corner of the cell, and behind the wooden table sat Mr. Gu, the recorder of Dali Temple, Lord Zhengqing, and his eldest brother Qing Moyan.

The prisoner was howling on the ground, and it was not a human voice.

The torture jailer was tired of kicking and stood there panting.

Zhengqing's face was calm, obviously unhappy, "How long is it?" he asked the reporter beside him.

"Half an hour left. Mr. Gu said.

Zhengqing raised his voice. "If you fight again, if you die, you will change those two. ”

The jailer gave the order, and he struck harder, kicking and kicking, and the wails of the prisoners on the ground became lower and lower, until they finally shrank into a ball and did not move.

"Are you dead?" Qing Moyan asked lightly.

The jailer crouched down to look at the prisoner, "Lord Hui Shaoqing, he fainted." ”

"Bring water, douse it and retry it. Qing Moyan's voice was like ice ballast, and even the air seemed to be frozen.

The second young master shrank to the side, and just looking at it made me feel the 'flesh' hurt.

The colleagues of the master of ceremonies carried the two dead prisoners out, and the second young master also wanted to leave.

"Yo, second master. Don't be in a hurry. His colleague stopped him, "You wait here for a while, and we'll go back and carry three more coffins." It seems that it will not be done for a while. Saying that, they carried the dead man and left first, leaving only the second young master standing there trembling.

"Second Master is Lord Shaoqing's younger brother?" the jailer outside chatted with him leisurely.

The second young master couldn't help but look into the cell while answering his eyes.

"What is this doing?" he asked weakly.

"Judge the case. The jailer said nonchalantly, "The second master won't be the first time to see you, right?"

The second young master 'smacked' and 'smacked' his mouth, of course he saw it for the first time, how could a person of his status come to such a place.

"This is a case that the saint is urging urgently, and in half an hour, Lord Zhengqing will enter the palace to reply to the decree, but the mouths of these dead ghosts are really hard, and none of them have opened their mouths until now. ”

The second young master saw that the two prisoners locked on the wall had scattered hair, but they were not wearing prisoners' clothes, although they were stained with blood, some of them were not real, but he felt that they looked like the clothes of the 'waiters' in the palace.

"Could it be...... Are they from the palace?" he said tentatively.

A few jailers laughed. "Naturally, it's in the palace, don't look at the usual people who show off their might in the palace, if they commit something to us, even the iron man will have to take off his skin!"

At that moment, a scream that changed its tone came from the cell.

The second young master shuddered and almost bit his tongue.

"It seems that we still have to take action in person. The jailers' eyes lit up, and they craned their necks to watch.

The second young master felt a chill.

This is a place where people want to die, and they are still watching it very energetically...... What kind of place is this?

He couldn't help but regret it a little, he knew that he should have promised his eldest brother to go to the firewood and charcoal division of the Ministry of Industry to be an errand boy.

Qing Moyan got out of the chair, walked over to the prisoner who had fallen to the ground, and stepped on the other party's ribs.

"Who is the master behind you?" Qing Moyan continued to exert force under his feet.

Because of the pressure. The prisoner's eyes protruded.

But there was no pity or sympathy on Qing Moyan's face, and the cold voice sounded again, repeating the question just now.

The prisoner struggled and refused to speak.

"It's a hard mouth. Qing Moyan looked down at the man, "Let me ask you one last time, who instructed you to attack the little prince in the palace?"

Still not answered.

Qing Moyan instructed the torture jailers around him, "Hit the skull and execute." ”

The two people locked on the wall were all 'pale' when they heard this.

"Shoot lightly, don't 'get killed' at once, there's still time. Qing Moyan calmly sat back in her chair, but her eyes were fixed on the two locked on the wall.

The second young master's frightened legs outside the cell went limp, and he sat directly on the ground.

"Second master. What's wrong with you?" the jailer stepped forward to help.

The second young master waved his hand again and again, he was speechless, and struggled to point out.

"Are you going out?" asked the jailer.

The second young master made a snack.

So the jailer helped him out of the iron gate. The second young master held on to the 'tide' wet wall, and staggered up the stone steps.

At this time, there was only one thought left in his mind: to leave this hellish place. Leave!

Finally, he got out of the big 'gate' of the prison, threw himself under the nearby big tree in a few steps, and vomited into the dark.

Ru Xiaonan was still sitting on the stone steps, holding her chin boringly, and couldn't help laughing out loud when she saw the embarrassed appearance of the second young master.

Hearing the crisp laughter, the second young master became angry. "Shut up!" he shouted.

Ru Xiaonan was not afraid of him, and continued to have fun with her mouth covered.

The second young master wiped his mouth and rolled up his sleeves. came over with a dark face, "Don't think that you can be so unruly if you were adopted by your eldest brother." ”

Xuan 'Yu' glanced at the second young master coldly, with a warning in his eyes.

The second young master's fist had to be lowered before it could be raised.

He was almost carried away just now. How can he do anything to this little monster here, if his eldest brother knows about it......

No, no, we must not 'mess up' here.

He didn't dare to look at the little youkai that annoyed him anymore, and took a deep breath to try to regain his composure.

At this moment, the voice of Mr. Gu, the recorder, came from the big 'gate' of the prison: "Lord Shaoqing, it's not early, and the palace is still waiting." ”

"Got it, I'll go into the palace. "The big 'door' pushes open. Qingmo walked out expressionlessly, the official robe on his body was covered with bloodstains, and a strong smell of blood wafted over.

The second young master immediately remembered the scene he had just seen in the prison, and lowered his head and retched.

Qing Moyan's gaze swept over, and his eyes were well understood.

"Qing Moyan, you're out. Ru Xiaonan stood up from the steps and threw herself into his arms without hesitation, as if she didn't notice that the other party's body was covered with dirty blood and filled with a thick bloody aura.

The corners of Qing Moyan's mouth curved, leaned over and hugged her, ignoring his second brother and leaving directly.

Sister Run'er of Qianle Fang once said that if you can meet someone who will not dislike you, then you must hurry up.

Smelling the musk aroma on the soft little man in his arms, Qing Moyan sighed secretly: How long will he have to wait before he can start.

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