Revlon

torture chamber-

The dark space does not let in sunlight, the red-hot carbon stove is crackling, and countless knives are placed horizontally and vertically on the long wooden table covered with black cloth.

The plain clothes of the people tied to the torture rack were blood-stained, and their hands and feet were all bloody. It looked as if they had been tortured.

Xiaoyue's eyes fell on the long table beside him, and those strangely shaped knives would fall on him one by one, some were responsible for cutting open his flesh, some were responsible for prying open his joints, and some were responsible for picking out his muscles .

Fu Jia learned that the prince was about to have Xiaoyue's tendons and hamstrings, and chased him all the way from the Qianqiu Palace to the execution room, and refused to let Mingshuo torture Xiaoyue no matter what.

In order to delay the time of torture, Fu Jia asked Mingshuo to invite the best doctor in the city on the grounds that "a group of rough men with rough hands and feet may hurt Xiao Shanqing's life".

Mingshuo had no choice but to follow suit.

The doctor is an old man in his sixties, who is known as the number one expert doctor in the capital city of Li. He has practiced medicine for fifty years, but he has never received such a great task like he is today.

Asking a doctor to pick out the tendons and tendons of a living person without injuring his life is undoubtedly leading the bull into the well.

The doctor was already sweating profusely before he moved the knife.

Ming Shuo stood upright with his sword in his arms, his dignified expression was full of unbearable, he was the one who nailed Yama to Xiao Yue's body in the first place, and this time it was still him.

He also didn't want to torture Xiaoyue, and hoped that the prince would take back his life, but such a long time had passed, and it seemed that the prince would not change his mind.

He suppressed the sympathy he shouldn't have, looked at the anxious Fu Jia, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sorry, Sister Fu Jia, the prince has an order, and I dare not disobey the humble position."

Fu Jia anxiously walked to the door, looked at the empty yard, and walked back: "Ming Qianhu, please wait a little longer, the prince will come back."

Based on her understanding of Qi Chen, Qi Chen would never do such a cruel thing to Xiao Yue, Qi Chen's temper is impatient and impulsive, if he really hurt Xiao Yue, he would regret it too late.

Ming Shuo said: "Mommy, the lord should have met Zuo Xiang and Grand Master at Fengyue Daguan at this moment, so he won't be coming."

Fu Jia paced back and forth between Ming Shuo and the gate: "Wait a little longer, wait a little longer..."

Xiaoyue's hands and feet were numb from the pain, he opened his lightly closed eyelids, moved his dry and pale lips: "Nurse."

Fujia turned around abruptly.

Xiaoyue: "My lord, he won't come, thank you...for protecting me like this."

Qi Chen was so determined to make him feel the pain of tarsal maggots, he probably hated him so much.

Xiao Yue no longer had any extravagant hopes. From the moment he received the news of Xiao Hanyun's death, he knew that this day would come, but this day came sooner than he imagined.

Fu Jia hurried forward and straightened the messy hair on Li Xiaoyue's forehead: "Shanqing, wait a little longer, the prince is confused, he will definitely come."

Xiaoyue's eyes were still glowing red, and his voice was so hoarse to nothing: "I'm sorry for the lord...the lord will no longer believe me."

"Mommy believes in you," Fu Jia said, "Mommy believes that you will not do anything to hurt the prince."

Xiao Yue's heart was moved: "Mama..."

Fu Jia took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from Xiaoyue's temples: "Now Cao Zhen Fushi and Sun Dudu are killed, the prince has been stimulated, he will wake up, he will understand, Shanqing, don't hold grudges against the prince, He really loves you."

Xiao Yue shook his head.

He was never sure whether Qi Chen loved him or not. When he was far away in Mount Tajiu, Xiao Yue thought about going back to Nanyue with Xiao Han Yun, wanting to gamble on Qi Chen's love for him, even if it was only a little bit.

But he was wrong.

"He only loves General Xiao, not me."

Xiaoyue said so.

Seeing his pale and desolate appearance, Fu Jia cupped his face distressedly: "No, whether you are General Xiao or not, the prince loves you very much."

Xiao Yue smiled sadly.

"The prince was brought up by the old slave, how can the old slave not understand him," Fu Jia continued, "The prince has been domineering since he was a child, and he never showed weakness in front of others. It's only half a minute away, since you entered the mansion, the prince has lived like a person of flesh and blood, he doesn't know it, but this old slave knows that he cherishes you."

Xiao Yue smiled and tears fell, his eyes were full of loneliness.

If Qi Chen really cherished him, how could he treat him like this... Xiao Yue himself didn't believe it, the facts in front of him were so cruel that he couldn't even deceive himself and others.

Fu Jia felt sorry for Xiaoyue's despair, and comforted him wholeheartedly: "When the imperial concubine passed away, the prince was still young, and the prince had never been loved, and no one taught him how to love. He never showed mercy to those who hated him, but his anger You annoy you, but not killing you proves that he has you in his heart, maybe he loves you in the wrong way, but you have to forgive him, okay?"

forgive……

Now that Qi Chen won't forgive him, how can he forgive anyone?

Xiaoyue laughed self-deprecatingly: "Mommy...thank you."

Fu Jia nodded at him: "Trust the old slave, the prince will come."

Ming Shuo looked at the sun outside, and said, "Nurse, it's time for me to return to the lord."

Xiao Yue understands that this means that it is time to execute.

Fu Jia couldn't find an excuse to continue procrastinating, and was a little anxious: "Ming Qianhu, do you also think Xiao Shanqing will harm the prince?"

"... "

Ming Shuo naturally didn't want to believe it. He had personally seen Xiaoyue go up the mountain of swords and go down into the sea of ​​fire for Qi Chen. He even gave up his life for Qi Chen many times, but...

Ming Shuo hesitated for a while, but still said coldly: "Wang Ling is like a mountain, Ming Shuo dare not refuse. Execute!"

With an order, the doctor took out the bright red knife from the charcoal stove and dipped it into the water tank, making a frightening hissing sound.

"Retire all! Let me see which of you dares!" Fu Jia pushed away the two guards holding Xiaoyue, and was no longer polite to Ming Shuo, "Ming Shuo, you are also the confidant of the prince, do you want to look at the prince? Make this big mistake and regret it for the rest of your life!"

Ming Shuo avoided Fu Jia's sight, and looked away: "I don't dare to speculate on the prince's mind."

Fu Jia spat: "I'm so stupid!"

Mingshuo: "Do it."

"you dare!"

Xiao Yue raised his voice with difficulty: "Mommy."

Fu Jia's eyes turned red: "Shanqing."

Xiaoyue gave him a pale smile, and said in a low voice: "Thank you, Xiaoyue can have your protection...there is no regret in dying."

Fu Jia's nose was sore: "Shanqing, don't talk nonsense, you can't say dead words."

Xiao Yue took a deep breath, his chest hurting: "Mother... the time has already passed, and the prince will come here long ago."

Xiaoyue knew that it had dragged on for long enough, if Fu Jia hadn't deliberately protected him, let alone gouging out flesh and cramps, he would have suffered even a thousand cuts.

Maybe Qi Chen really hated him to the bone.

Fu Jia: "But Shanqing..."

"Mommy." Xiao Yue interrupted him, "I don't want to implicate Ming Qianhu and get punished, so don't embarrass him anymore."

Fu Jia wanted to say something more, but Xiaoyue's sad smile blocked the words in his throat, choked up for a long while, and let out a lament with a different tone: "Silly boy, why did it happen like this, why... "

"Okay, mother, you can go out," Xiaoyue said, "It won't look good when the blood splatters, it will stain your eyes."

Ming Shuo lowered his head and made a gesture of invitation: "Madam, please."

The nursing home forcibly took Fu Jia away from the execution room, and Xiao Yue was pressed tightly on the rack by two guards.

The doctor was standing in front of the rack holding a hot knife. Xiaoyue's wrist had been strangled by the rope, and the white flesh contained coagulated blood clots. He looked so pitiful that the doctor couldn't bear to cut him again.

The hot knife edge touched the skin, and Xiaoyue's whole body was shocked by the instinctive fear of human nature.

Ming Shuo turned his back abruptly and closed his eyes heavily.

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the courtyard.

Chu Yu's voice came from far away, Ming Shuo didn't even hear what she was shouting, subconsciously shouted: "Stop!!"