Empress

Longyuefu is located next to the Lenggong, which was remodeled from the Lenggong where a concubine who hanged herself once lived.

Two red lanterns hung at the door, red curtains were hung on both sides of the plaque, and a few palace lanterns reflected the black tiles, making it even more eerie.

Seeing the words on the plaque, all the nightmares from the past came to mind, Rong Cheng was shaking violently, struggling to escape, and was dragged into Longyue Mansion by the guards.

There was a shrill scream in the distance. It was unknown who was being punished. The cry of begging for mercy seemed to be pulled out of the bones, howling like ghosts and wolves.

Passing through the lonely courtyard and entering the hall, Rong Cheng was thrown on the ground by the guards, and his breath was stuck in his chest, his face pale.

The guard turned to the front and said, "Director Ji, the emperor ordered that this man be trained by you."

A man walked out of the dark place, wearing dark inner clothes, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, looking indistinguishable from male and female.

When Director Ji saw Rong Cheng, his eyes became more meaningful, and he smiled and said, "Who am I, it turns out that it's the dragon trick."

Rong Cheng lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled, and his pale fingertips sank into the cracks of the floor tiles, stained with mud.

Director Ji raised his head, and his smile deepened, "Please rest assured, Your Majesty, I will definitely live up to my trust."

After the guards left, the gate of Longyue Mansion was closed from the inside, it was dark and damp, with a gloomy air.

Director Ji squatted in front of Rong Cheng, and laughed shrilly, "Long Ji, we meet again."

Rong Cheng raised his eyes, his dark eyes stared at Mr. Ji.

This person is Ji Zhongkui, the chief manager of Longyue Mansion who was in charge of training him.

Ji Zhongkui had already heard about it when Rong Cheng came, and he gloated and said, "It's a pity to hear that you were arrested when you escaped from the palace. If you take a step forward, you will be able to leave this tomb of the living dead."

Rong Cheng was dizzy, pulled the corner of his mouth and sneered, "Whether I can leave, what does it have to do with you eunuch?"

A look of cruelty flashed across Ji Zhongkui's eyes, with a smile still on his face, "Of course it has something to do with it. The emperor entrusted you to me so that I could teach you the rules. Naturally, I obeyed."

Rong Cheng panted, his chest rose and fell for a few moments, his neck was so thin and white that people wanted to cut it off in their hands, especially that beautiful and indifferent face, only a few cuts with a knife and bleeding could make him feel better. People are happy.

The tyrannical desire in Ji Zhongkui's heart was aroused, he looked at the little eunuch behind him, and said coldly: "Come here, tie up the dragon."

Rong Cheng's heart hung in his throat, he had seen Ji Zhongkui's methods before, if he fell into his hands again this time, he would definitely die.

With some strength, Rong Cheng pushed away the palace man who was pulling over, stumbled up and rushed towards the door, before his hand touched the edge of the door, he was roughly grabbed by the hair by the big hand stretched out from behind, and dragged back go.

Ji Zhongkui slammed Rong Cheng to the ground, raised his leg and stepped on his chest, and smiled coldly: "Since you have come to Longyue Mansion, Long Ji still wants to leave here?"

Rong Cheng struggled with all his strength, and the oppressive feeling of stepping on his chest was even heavier, almost crushing his heart, as if he had to step on it until it was smashed to pieces.

It wasn't until Rong Cheng was exhausted that he didn't even have the strength to stand up, Ji Zhongkui moved his legs, and two young eunuchs stepped forward and dragged him into the inner room.

The room was dark, not only simple, but also had a faint smell of blood. There was a cabinet by the wall, with various porcelain bottles on it, and various interrogation tools on the bottom.

Rong Cheng's hands were hung up by iron chains, his toes were hanging up, a finger distance from the ground, and his porcelain white wrists immediately turned red.

"Eunuch?" Ji Zhongkui smiled to himself, "So what about an eunuch, you haven't fallen into the hands of an eunuch."

Ji Zhongkui fetched a soft whip, smeared medicinal powder on it, and slammed it on the ground twice. The tip of the soft whip hit the bricks with a crackling sound, which made people tremble with fear.

Rong Cheng looked at Ji Zhongkui who was approaching him, the iron chain in his hand was vibrating, "Stay away from me!"

Ji Zhongkui said regretfully: "This is the emperor's order, and the slaves just follow orders to do things."

Ji Zhongkui looked coldly at Rong Cheng, the prisoner, and only used [-]% of his strength to pull it up, leaving a red mark, the rough clothes were torn, and the skin and flesh were split open, revealing the bleeding wound.

Rong Cheng let out a muffled snort, cold sweat covered his forehead, burning pain spread all over his body, and his limbs trembled.

Ji Zhongkui swung a whip at him again, and the tip of the soft whip slashed across the flesh, like a sharp knife cutting through the body, the pain was so painful.

The person in front of him couldn't stand it any longer, biting his lips like he was about to bleed.The toes hanging in mid-air struggled wildly.

Ji Zhongkui added something to the whip. The moment the skin opened and the powder penetrated into it, the feeling was more difficult than a knife gouging out the flesh.

Another blow of the whip, this time Rong Cheng couldn't even make a sound.

Rong Cheng sweated like rain, slid down the tip of his chin and fell to the ground, shaking unbearably.

Ji Zhongkui picked the ground he liked to beat as he wished, and Rong Cheng was covered in scars in a short while.

His skin is fair and easy to show color, and the interlaced welts on his body look shocking.

Rongcheng trembled uncontrollably, blood flowed out in streaks, criss-crossing, like plum blossoms in the snow.

After about half a quarter of an hour, Ji Zhongkui was tired from the beating and finally stopped. He threw the soft whip aside, wiped his palms with a handkerchief, and looked at his sweaty face.

"In the past few days, new medicines have been introduced outside the palace, and the dragon trick just happened to come, so let's try the medicine's effects."

Ji Zhongkui turned his head and said, "Go, get the medicine."

Not long after, the palace man came forward with a black wooden tray.

Ji Zhongkui picked up the porcelain bottle, opened it in his hand, and poured out a black pill from it.

"Open his mouth."

The two eunuchs held Rong Cheng down and opened his mouth recklessly. Ji Zhongkui stepped forward and threw the black pill into his mouth.

Rong Cheng was pinched by the throat and forced to swallow the pill, his eyes were choked up, and he didn't even have the strength to struggle because of the beating of the whip.

I only heard a chuckle coming from the front, and Ji Zhongkui said: "Come here, untie the dragon trick."

As soon as the iron chain in his hand was loosened, Rong Cheng almost fell heavily on the ground, a mouthful of blood poured into his throat, and there was a strong smell of iron rust.

Rong Cheng's consciousness was blurred, the pain went deep into the bone marrow, even the bones seemed to be peeled off, and he didn't even know when he was erected, so he was dragged to the corner feebly.

Ji Zhongkui sat on the wooden chair brought by the little eunuch, leaned on it lazily, thinking that the effect of the medicine was coming soon, he said, "Take off the clothes of Long Ji and put them on the wooden donkey."

In a word, Ling Rongcheng suddenly woke up. He opened his sweat-stained eyes and saw the wood donkey in front of him with a round wooden stick about two inches thick and one foot long stuck in the face. White as a sheet of paper.