Murong Yi

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The small study is not spacious, but it is very clear and refreshing.Looking through the half-opened window, the atrium is planted with various flowers and trees, and the emerald green grass around the base of the wall is covered with a layer of green, and the breeze is blowing, creating a leisurely and elegant scenery.

The afternoon sun shines through the window sills, illuminating the ups and downs in the air, but it cannot break the deadly oppressive silence that fills the room.

In the middle of the study, kneeling upright, was a man in black whose whole body was bound by ropes.His long eyelashes drooped slightly, covering his eyes, and his handsome face showed no expression.

The other person in the room didn't seem to see the man, he just started to paint, concentrating on the half-finished picture on the paper.

When Ling Qi walked in from the outside, what he saw was this scene.His footsteps paused, he bypassed the people kneeling there, and walked directly towards Murong Yu.

"Master." He said softly.

Murong hummed, but didn't even look at him: "Did you find anyone?"

A look of embarrassment appeared on Ling Qi's face, he didn't speak, but just glanced at the kneeling man.

Murong Yu didn't get an answer, and suddenly sneered out the next moment, and dropped the pen in his hand with a slap, the ink splattered everywhere, ruining the picture of a spring scene in an instant.

"Good! Really good!!"

The last few words were spat out by Murong Yu heavily, it was clearly a beautiful voice, but at this moment, it was chilling to the bone, making people shudder.

"It's so ridiculous to be bitten by my own dog!!" Walking in front of Huan Yue with his hands behind his back, Murong's eyes fell on Huan Yue's body. The person in front of him was devastated.

"...But, this dog bit its master, but didn't run away..." Murong Kneel squatted down in front of Huan Yue, grabbed his hair with his hands, forced him to look up, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said coldly, "Everyone said Dogs are the most loyal, then, Huan Yue, tell me, why is this dog?"

"..."

"This king really wants to know, how did that person encourage you?"

Huan Yue raised his head and looked directly at Murong Yu's eyes, black and white, without any trace of timidity or fear.He quietly looked at Murong Mo for a long while before saying: "This subordinate has betrayed the master, and he knows that his sin is unforgivable. It's just what this subordinate does, which has nothing to do with Your Majesty."

Ever since Ling Qi brought him in front of him, the person in front of him hasn't uttered a word, but when he mentioned Murong Mo, he said these words... The corner of Murong Mo's mouth curled into a faint smile, but , the coldness in the eyes deepened a bit.

"Okay! It can be regarded as daring to act and be daring! Then this king... I will fulfill you!!"

Murong stood up and said to Ling Qi who was behind him: "Ling Qi! Bring me my whip!!"

Over there Ling Qi led the order to go out, but after a while, he came back again, handing a whip to Murong Yu.

It was a three-foot long whip, made of rawhide, with copper coins on the straps, twisted together.

Most of the servants who provoked Murong's anger on weekdays were executed by special personnel. Now it seems that Murong's not only did it himself, but also took out a long whip that he hardly used on weekdays. Obviously, he was by no means as calm as he appeared on the surface. .

"Kneel well."

A cold voice came from behind, and the next moment, the sharp sound of the whip rang in Huan Yue's ears, and at the same time, there was a burning pain in his back.

Gritting his teeth to swallow the groan, Huan Yue straightened his waist, enduring the gradually accelerated whipping.

The long whip used by Murong Yu is a specially made punishment whip.After more than a dozen whips, the black clothes on Huan Yue's back were shredded into rags, and several cuts were deeply torn on his back, and the blood stained on the whip also dripped down on the ground.

Murong Mo gently wiped away the few drops of blood splashed on his face with his hands, his eyes sank, and another whip fell quickly.He used his internal strength secretly for this whip, and after pulling it off, Huan Yue finally couldn't help but moan in a low voice.Every time Murong Yi lashes down, there will be a bloody gash on Huan Yue's back.In the end, it was blood and flesh flying everywhere.Huan Yue's body, which was still able to support himself at first, also trembled violently as the whip fell.

Layers of cold sweat drenched the black clothes, and Huan Yue's originally clear black eyes gradually lost focus.

At some point, Murong Ping put away his whip, and quietly looked at Huan Yue who was still kneeling there.

Suddenly, he sneered.

"Ling Qi, take him down and hand him over to the punishment hall....This king wants to make him...life is worse than death."

Murong Yan opened his eyes suddenly, and the sound of rapid breathing came to his ears.It took a long time before he realized that it was sent by himself.

Drenched in cold sweat, Murong Ni sat up from the bed, recalling the scene in the dream, but except for a few vague fragments, she couldn't recall anything.

Open the tent, and you can have a clear view of the small interior.Just as he was about to pour a glass of water to quench his thirst, Murong Yan heard footsteps outside the door.With the voice, he could roughly recognize the person's identity, thinking that Huan Yue had probably left the palace by now, his expression softened.

When Murong Yi stepped forward, he saw Murong Yi leaning on the small couch, flipping through books leisurely.

"Xiao Liu." Murong Ni raised his head and gave him a shallow smile, but this smile stopped him.

On Murong's face, the mask he wore in the past disappeared, and his eyes were long, and beneath the ice-like surface was a raging fire.

"Brother Huang, you are really good at it."

It seemed to be sarcasm, but also contained a little bit of unwillingness.

The smile on Murong Yi's face also disappeared, she put down the book in her hand, tucked her long hair behind her ears leisurely, and asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

"I don't know what method you used to make a hidden guard betray the master and work for you. But don't worry, brother, I don't care about a group of small hidden guards." Thinking of Huan Yue's words Come on, the coldness in Murong's smile deepened a bit.

"...Back the Lord?" Murong Yi frowned, not as panicked as Murong Yan expected.He gave the sachet to Huan Yue, hoping that he would leave Murong's side, so as to avoid the fate of being abolished in martial arts, but now hearing Murong's tone, it seems... something unexpected happened to him.

"Maybe one more thing, there is no antidote, and your hidden guards will be poisoned if you persist for two days at most. It's better...to stay in prison and save your life."

Murong Yi lightly threw out a sentence, but quietly observed Murong Yan's expression.

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, Murong Yan could no longer keep calm, although he still deliberately kept his face calm, but the shock that flashed in his eyes at that moment caught Murong Yan's eyes completely.

"...Xiao Liu, you..."

Murong Yan looked at Murong Yi in disbelief.

Murong Yi sighed softly, "Now, we can only see their good luck."

The clenched fist loosened, Murong Yan closed and opened his eyes again, his eyes regained their original indifference: "You mean, they... left your place?"

"Heh, what are you pretending to be, Brother Huang?" Murong Mo twitched the corner of his mouth in disdain, and then that smile turned into a smile that was inevitable, "However, if you want to snatch you from my side, Brother Huang, you still have to go back and forth." Let's see if they have the ability!!"

His words were full of arrogance, but Murong Yan frowned.He originally wanted to let Tang Shi take Huan Yue out of Prince Rui's mansion, but now it seems that Huan Yue did not follow his orders.He was just worried, worried about that stubborn hidden guard...

With a bang, a bucket of salt water was thrown at the man on the rack.The comatose man moved slightly uneasily, his brows furrowed even tighter, but he still didn't wake up.

The crackling fire, in the dark underground, reflected the shocking bloodstains on the man's body.The black clothes had long been shattered into pieces, and □'s body was covered with various scars.

Murong Yan was a little dazed for a moment, and suddenly remembered that such a scene happened not so long ago.

Seeing his dazed expression, Murong Mo secretly sneered and didn't speak, just glanced lightly at the guards waiting on both sides of the rack.Immediately, someone picked up another bucket of salt water and poured it on the unconscious person.

Finally, the man slowly opened his eyes and woke up.When he saw the young man in white who didn't fit in the dungeon, his eyes widened slightly.

"……His Majesty……?"