Women's procrastination can't be said

The prison car was escorted to the sky prison. Eight of them: Song Qingwu, Song Yuyan, Yin Qinqi, He Zixia, Luo Ziyan, Song Yanjun, Shan Lian, and Zhu Rong were all taken into prison without exception.

Song Qingwu and Song Yuyan were imprisoned in the innermost cell, next to Luoziyan, and a slightly larger cell diagonally opposite held Yin Qinqi, He Zixia, Song Yanjun, Shan Lian, and Zhu Rong.

There are four He Jun guards outside each cell, which Song Feng forcibly proposed to He Mingshuang, because Mu Youhuai did not want to send someone to guard him.

The battle was exaggerated, but it was enough to reassure Song Feng.

The cell environment is harsh and the smell is everywhere. The number of rats and cockroaches in this space has exceeded the number of living people.Three meals a day were brought to them, but they were all captives now, and they had nothing to eat. Each meal was equivalent to a steamed bun for each person.

After they were imprisoned, they never received any news from the outside. They didn't know what happened, what happened to Song Yan, Yin Ziru, and Song Guo.

The dreary air enveloped the crowd, and the fear of the country's destruction or the change of the monarch made them restless.

Song Yuyan leaned against the wall, and after eating the last piece of steamed bun in her hand, her lips were dry and cracked, and her whole body was in a mess.

"Crack." The moderate voice made her turn her head to look over, only to see a gray-white steamed bun landed on the thatch of the cell where the two were imprisoned.In the cell opposite, Zhu Rong just retracted his slender arms and sat back in his seat in silence.

Several people were fed cartilage powder and felt weak all over.Song Yuyan got up with difficulty, picked up the steamed buns, held onto the iron door, and said to Zhu Rong, whose face was obviously much deeper: "You don't need to give it to us anymore, you see what you look like, there is only one for each person, and you still have to give it to us." us."

Zhu Rong folded his hands on his chest, expressionless, and said, "Your Highness is sick and needs to eat."

Song Yuyan said helplessly: "He has been in a coma for so many days, and it is difficult to swallow food. He can swallow half of it unconsciously at most every day. If there is more, you can't just give it to me? You have to die for your allegiance."

Song Qingwu fell into a coma for as long as they were locked up. He has not woken up for the past few days, and his breathing is weak as if he has passed away.Song Qingwu's meridians were destroyed, his internal energy was blocked in his body, his face was flushed, and his situation was not optimistic, but Luo Ziyan taught Song Yuyan to use the colorful stone to maintain his life. He is only in a coma now, and his life is not in danger.

Zhu Rong was too loyal to Song Qingwu, she threw her steamed buns over every time, without saying a word, just looked at Song Qingwu from a distance, she stubbornly refused to listen to persuasion, and hadn't eaten for two consecutive days.

Unrequited love is also getting thinner, and she is even more depressed these days. She sat on the ground, clasped her knees with her hands, and said to Zhu Rong: "Sister Zhu, just eat a little."

Zhu Rong's face was pale, his eyes were loose, and he was unwilling to agree.

Instead, it was Luo Ziyan who spoke again: "I am a doctor. As I have already said, his life is not in danger. If you do this, you will starve yourself to death in vain, not even changing your life. Qingwu helped You, you plan to die like this, don't you want to repay him?"

Zhu Rong pursed his lips, his stubborn expression loosened a little: "Only this once."

Song Yuyan smiled weakly, and threw the steamed bun over with all her strength.Unfortunately, she knocked her hand on the iron pillar, turned her wrist, and tilted her hand. The steamed bun was not thrown into Zhu Rong's cell accurately, but landed on the corridor between the two cells.

He Jun, who was on guard, didn't care when he saw it. Zhu Rong had no choice but to stretch out his hand and struggle to reach the steamed bun that had rolled several times on the ground.

"I'm sorry." Song Yuyan said guiltily.

Zhu Rong shook his head, stretched out his bruised arm, touched the steamed bun with difficulty, but couldn't get it over.

Seeing this, Song Yanjun stood up and planned to help her, but in the next second, a pair of black boots stepped on the precious steamed buns, together with Zhu Rong's bony palms, trampled under their feet, mercilessly, and crushed hard.

Zhu Rong was in pain, her sharp eyes stared at the person who came, she didn't cry out in pain, her eyes were full of resentment.

Song Yuyan raised her head angrily, but she was an acquaintance.

Condescending, the one in black is Peng Shan.His appearance has changed a lot, unlike the fortitude that Song Yuyan saw outside the wild city, he has lost a lot of weight and experienced a lot of vicissitudes. After all, he has been imprisoned in the prison of the Song Dynasty for almost two years, and his military temperament no longer exists.

Pengshan stomped hard on the things under his feet, while sweeping the cell with hatred eyes.I saw the weak Song Yuyan and the unconscious Song Qingwu in the cell.Two years later, both of them have grown up, and a lot of youthfulness has faded away, but their faces are still the same as Peng Shan remembered.

Lifting his feet, Peng Shan smiled extremely gloomyly and looked at the two people in the cell.

"Doesn't it feel good to be in prison? You Song State imprisoned me for two years, and now the whole country is overthrown. This is retribution." Peng Shan's voice was as harsh as a duck's, and the days in the cell made his body worse than before. He was rescued once, but never returned to his former glory.

Song Yuyan looked at him with disdain, and said: "I really did not misunderstand the person back then, a hypocrite is indeed a hypocrite."

May I ask how Song Yan treats Peng Shan and Li Mo?Everyone can see that Song Yan has done his best to the two of them. Although they are locked in a cell, Song Yan still arranges for people to cook food for them every day. The doctor is always on call, clean clothes are always ready, and even more So free.Except for the poor living conditions, the life of the two is much better than that in the military camp.Song Yan's move also wanted to impress the two of them. After all, Peng Shan and Li Mo, one martial artist and one proficient, both hold high positions in He Guo, and they are both rare talents.

However, the two of them are too small-minded, and they are worried every day that they will be dragged out to be executed the next day, so Song Yan ordered them not to touch the things delivered, for fear of being poisoned and dying, so they only ate steamed buns and wore dirty clothes for two days. In [-], Song Yuyan and Song Qingwu were dragged by illnesses for two years in the wild city, completely dragging them down.

Li Mo studied literature, his body was weak, and he died a year ago, but Peng Shan insisted on holding on, pretending to be a tough guy loyal to He Guo, and his temper became more and more perverse.

Mu He's allied forces attacked in, and he was released naturally. The first thing he did was to find fault.

His walking posture is very strange. This is the pain left by Song Qingwu's "annihilating" Qiji at that time. He limped forward. The four He Jun said: "You guys, open this for General Ben!"

The four He Jun looked at each other, wondering whether they should obey Peng Shan's order or not.

"Hurry up!" Peng Shan roared loudly with red eyes.

Song Yuyan gave him a disdainful look, got up gracefully, and sat beside Song Qingwu.The other four got up and stood next to the iron gate, all frowning as they watched Pengshan slam the door rudely.

After all, Peng Shan was still the deputy general under the right-wing general and their former commander. The four He Jun hesitated for a moment, and opened the iron gate anyway.

Peng Shan smiled ferociously, and rushed in quickly. Song Yuyan stood up, stood in front of Song Qingwu, and shouted in a deep voice, "What are you going to do?"

Peng Shan smiled, showing crooked teeth, stretched out his hand, and slapped Song Yuyan hard.

Peng Shan had internal strength, but Song Yuyan couldn't use it. The force of this slap sent her flying two meters away, hitting the ground and spitting blood.

"Yan'er!" Seeing this, Song Yanjun's face turned pale, and he knocked vigorously on the iron gate that blocked him, his eyes were red.Unfortunately, in vain, He Jun, who was guarding them, drew his sword and forced him to retreat.

Song Yuyan was in pain all over, lying on the ground, watching Pengshan approaching Song Qingwu, and lifting him up like a chicken. Song Qingwu, who was in a coma, blushed and frowned because of difficulty breathing. There seems to be a tendency to wake up!

"Qingwu!" It was He Zixia and Yin Qinqi who spoke in unison, while Zhu Rong clenched his fists tightly, his eyes full of anger.

Sure enough, Song Qingwu's eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes opened slightly. Peng Shan smiled and threw it lightly. Song Qingwu's whole body hit the cell wall and fell to the ground together with the gravel.

"Pfft!" Spit out a big mouthful of blood, Song Qingwu was so uncomfortable that he curled up on the ground.

Yin Qinxi completely lost his demeanor and slammed on the door: "Let me out! Song Qingwu! Stand up for me!"

He Jun, the gatekeeper, swept at him with their swords, and said in a cold tone, "Go back!"

On the other side, Song Yanjun, who was out of control, continued to roar.

Then He Zixia also knocked on the iron door, Luo Ziyan was very anxious because he couldn't see anything.The twelve He Jun were very busy, they couldn't kill these people, and if they couldn't do it, there was no way to stop them.

Peng Shan was addicted to playing, and the anger that had been accumulated for so long poured out of his head. He brought up Song Qingwu again, controlled his head, and smashed it on the broken wall again and again, laughing heartily!

Song Yuyan struggled to crawl over, her head was buzzing, but she could hear the worried calls of her companions, watching Song Qingwu being brutally tortured, blood splattered everywhere, she was surrounded by great fear, she crawled over, forced herself to support her body and changed to kneeling standing posture.

"Please, please, don't hit him..." Song Yuyan kowtowed vigorously.

"Please...don't..." Tears stained his face with blood, Song Yuyan kept begging and kowtowed, Song Qingwu could no longer hear his breathing.

If the fight continues, he will really die.

Hearing her voice, Peng Shan turned to look at her, and threw Song Qingwu away.Standing on the ground condescendingly, he stretched out his foot to step on Song Yuyan's hand, with a sneer on his face.

"Please? Let him go? This brat? Why do you beg me?"

Song Yuyan put her head on the ground and was speechless for a while.What can she use to beg him now...

After a moment of silence, Peng Shan sneered, lifted his feet and left, walking in the direction of Song Qingwu.

The shoe was grabbed by one hand, but the force was not very strong.

Turn around and bow your head.

Song Yuyan straightened her waist, lowered her head, and stretched out her dirty hands to the collar, shaking greatly.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, and Song Yuyan unbuttoned all the buttons of her clothes in one go, revealing the messy undershirt inside.She controlled the panic in her heart and tugged at Peng Shan's shoes.

"Yan'er! What are you doing?" The blood on Song Yanjun's face completely faded.

He Zixia and Yin Qinqi couldn't control Song Qingwu at this time. Seeing Song Yuyan unbuttoning his clothes very quickly, they both hammered the wall angrily and shouted Song Yuyan to stop!

Song Yuyan couldn't listen to their words at all. She only had one thought in her mind now, and that was to save Song Qingwu's life, even if she sacrificed herself.

Peng Shan narrowed his eyes and watched her movements.Song Yuyan took off her coat, raised her head, and forced a smile on the corner of her mouth, so bitter but firm.

"I'm still a virgin, play with you, save his life."

When the remaining four heard her words, their eyes were red, angry and sad.

"Song Yuyan! Stop it! How old are you? How can you give up on yourself like this!" Song Yanjun yelled in distress.

"Song Yuyan! Stop! You look like this, what will Qingwu do? What do you want him to do!" He Zixia was also too anxious.

Song Yuyan still didn't listen, she still looked at Pengshan with a smile on her face, and asked, "Can you see it?"

Peng Shan raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, and reached out to touch Song Yuyan's face. The expression on his face gradually became obscene.

"of course can."