Empress

Guan Hongfeng looked indifferently, looking at the queen who was setting fire on her body.

Although the queen is getting older, she still doesn't change her girlish appearance, her frown and smile are captivating, it can be said that she has an alluring appearance, even her figure is weak and boneless.

But Guan Hongfeng has little interest and can't arouse any sexual interest.

If he was capable of dealing with women, why wait until now, the three thousand in the harem have already been broken.

Guan Hongfeng took away the Queen's hand stretched out to her pajamas, and said calmly, "Queen, go to sleep."

The queen froze all over and shouted stickily: "Your Majesty."

With a coquettish tone, as soft as spring water, her white and smooth body was pressed against Guan Hongfeng's body through her pajamas, trying her best to please her.

She can't let go of this great opportunity. If she misses tonight, Guan Hongfeng will turn over her sign next time, and she doesn't know when it will be.

But no matter how the queen teased him, Guan Hongfeng still didn't change his face, and even his lower body didn't respond.

If it wasn't for the fact that she could hear Long Ji's screams every night, she would have thought that the emperor would not raise her hand that day.

The queen showed a lonely look, and burrowed into Guan Hongfeng's arms, "Your Majesty, is it because the concubine is not serving you well?"

She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes fluttered, and her voice was aggrieved and pitiful. This appearance made people feel pity in their hearts.

But Guan Hongfeng thought of the dragon trick in disappointment.

If he was half as knowledgeable about dragon tricks as the queen, why would he be sent to Longyue Mansion for punishment.

Guan Hongfeng pushed the queen away, "Go to sleep, I will go for a walk."

Before the queen could speak, Guan Hongfeng lifted the quilt and got out of bed, leaving the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Looking at Guan Hongfeng's leaving back, the queen grabbed the soft pillow and smashed it hard on the ground, gritting her teeth.

She spent so much effort to get rid of the dragon trick, but the emperor still misses this lowly thing.

Knowing this earlier, she should have indulged Long Ji to escape from the palace, and then find someone to kill him, so as to avoid future troubles.

The night was as dark as ink, and the strong wind blew over the tiles above his head, making a crisp crashing sound.

In the secret room, Rong Cheng's chapped lips parted slightly, his throat seemed to be on fire, and the sound he made was sandy, "Water......"

For a long time no one responded.

Rong Cheng reluctantly opened his eyes, looked ahead with blurred vision, and crawled forward with all his strength.

The effect of the medicine hadn't worn off yet, and he was weak in limbs. He struggled to climb to the door, raised his hand and patted the door, and made a weak voice: "Water...give me some water."

His heavy breathing echoed in the secret room, and no one answered outside the door.

Rongcheng was sweating on his forehead, and his breathing was rapid and heavy. He hadn't eaten for a day, his vision was shaking, his hands were limply hanging on the ground, and he lay motionless on the ground.

The night passed quietly.

Rong Cheng was so feverish that he lost consciousness, his face was flushed red, and it seemed that someone opened the door of the secret room and dragged him out in a daze.

A candle light shone into his eyes, blinding him.

There was someone talking in the ear, and then, a basin of bone-cold water poured down from the top of his head, which made him tremble.

Rong Cheng's eyelashes were covered with drops of water, he slowly opened his eyes, and saw Ji Zhongkui standing in front of him.

Ji Zhongkui looked down at him from above, "Yesterday, you pretended to be dead, but today you can't escape."

Ji Zhongkui winked at the little eunuch beside him, and the palace people immediately stepped forward to take off Rong Cheng's clothes. His body trembled, and he struggled with all his strength, but his strength was as weak as a mosquito, and his clothes were taken off in one fell swoop. .

Ji Zhongkui fetched a burning candle, "Hold him down."

The two palace servants held down Rong Cheng, one on the left and one on the right, no matter how much he struggled, he remained motionless.

Ji Zhongkui tilted the candle, and the melted wax dripped down, hitting Rong Cheng's back.

Instantly the pain spread, Rong Cheng let out a scream, his body trembled unbearably, he crawled forward in fear, but was dragged back by the palace servants, trembling with sweat.

Wax oil rained down on Rong Cheng's body, back, buttocks, and thighs. His face turned red and white, and he almost fainted from the pain.

Ji Zhongkui said word by word: "Long Ji, remember your identity, now you are a slave, the emperor's words are heaven, you only have to promise, you are not qualified to talk back, understand?"

Rong Cheng's lips trembled, but he didn't respond. He was kicked hard on the side of his waist, causing him to curl up in pain.

Rong Cheng still looked stubborn, Ji Zhongkui simply inserted the whole candle upside down on his back, the candle oil spread across his back like fire, tears overflowed from Rong Cheng, and hit the ground like drops of water.

Ji Zhongkui pulled Rong Cheng's hair roughly, forcing him to raise his head, his face was covered with tears, "Master, you have to promise to talk to you, and you even forgot this rule?"

Rong Cheng saw the wooden horse in front of him in a daze, his eyelashes were wet and trembling, as if he was frightened, he swallowed his anger and said with a trembling voice: "Yes."

Ji Zhongkui was finally relieved, if Long Ji was so uneducated again, he would let this lowly thing have a taste of riding a wooden horse.

Ji Zhongkui said aggressively, "Speak up!"

Rong Cheng's back was almost numb, and he lost all feeling. He opened his dry lips, raised his voice with all his strength, and said in a hoarse voice: "Yes."

Ji Zhongkui sneered, "You're a born lowly, you have to suffer a little before you're willing to give in."

Ji Zhongkui ordered the palace servants to drag a steaming wooden barrel, and threw Rong Cheng into it. His back scalded by candle oil suddenly touched hot water, like salt being sprinkled on a wound, and the pain was so painful.

Rong Cheng bit his lip tightly, grabbed the edge of the barrel with both hands, and wanted to stand up, but Ji Zhongkui grabbed him and pushed him back into the water.

"Don't move around, I have to clean it up for you." Ji Zhongkui pushed Rong Cheng's head into the water,

Rong Cheng splashed in vain, splashing scalding water, pouring it into his mouth and nose, and almost stopped breathing.

It wasn't until the movement of the people in the water became smaller and smaller that Ji Zhongkui pulled Rong Cheng's hair before dragging the people out of the water.

Rongcheng choked on water, the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose were all red, his hair was wet against his body, he kept coughing, and he felt like he was dying.

Only then was Ji Zhongkui satisfied, "Okay, take him back to the secret room, don't give him food, just give him some water."

Like a drowning dog, Rong Cheng was dragged back to the secret room and thrown on the stone bed, the water trickled along the edge continuously.

The little eunuch put a bowl in front of him, "Save your drink, it will be gone after you drink it."

Rong Cheng's eyes were loose, looking at the pitch-black roof, he couldn't even move a finger, lying motionless like a dead person.

For several days, Rong Cheng was taken out of the secret room, tortured by Ji Zhongkui, and sent back to the secret room.

Repeatedly, day by day.

That night, Ji Zhongkui asked the palace servants to drag Rong Cheng out of the secret room as usual. His high fever didn't subside, but it got worse and worse. At the end, he couldn't even speak, and he was tortured.

Ji Zhongkui was about to get the thing for today's training, when he heard a voice from outside, "The emperor is here!"