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Candles were lit on both sides of the passage, illuminating the road ahead, but the stone walls on both sides were dark, and the air became more and more dull as one walked in.

Relying on the mutual induction between the white and blue beads, Shen Yuexiu quickly determined his position.

A prison cell is very clean and tidy, the top is hollowed out, and countless small dots are sprinkled, shining on one person.

Opposite him was a large ornate chair.

On the side table were instruments of torture, whips and sticks, all shiny and stained with blood.

Locked in the cell was a young man, about thirteen or fourteen years old, his limbs, neck and waist were firmly locked, his head was dirty, his clothes were ragged, and his body was covered in horrific scars.

He immediately opened the door of the cell and walked in, shouting: "Brother."

He pushed his body, and the man frowned, with a slightly painful face, slowly opened his eyes, looked at the child in front of him, and gritted his teeth: "This difference is too big."

Fu Yang still remembered that as soon as he woke up, he felt pain all over his body, and then a man beat him with a whip without saying a word, until he passed out.

"Untie me quickly, it hurts to death." Perhaps due to the time and space, the resentment under the sword in Fu Yang's body has weakened, making his character become gentle and casual again.

Shen Yuexiu pulled the chain, making a crisp sound.

He tried to exercise, and was pleasantly surprised to find that he still retained two tenths of his spiritual power.

Shen Yuexiu just wanted to use her spiritual power to violently tear off the chain, but she heard someone approaching.

There was a person saying something like the crown prince's arrival, with a respectful tone in his tone.

The visitor walked quickly and steadily, resolutely, like a dragon or a tiger, and the inexplicable fear he felt might be the body's reaction to the visitor.

"How should I explain?" Shen Yuexiu asked.

Fu Yang just closed his eyes and pretended to be dizzy, while thinking of countermeasures for him.

Shen Yuexiu looked around, there was only one exit behind him, and there was nowhere to hide, he wanted to go out to have a look, and then met the current king Fuyao.

He couldn't help being frightened, and instinctively knelt down on his legs. How afraid this body was of him, he formed a physiological reaction.

King Lian walked in front of him, glanced at him coldly, was a little displeased that he didn't say a word of greeting, maybe it was a heavy hand that day, and said in a deep voice: "Pingshen."

Shen Yuexiu got up, Lian Wang went into the cell, stared at Fuyang, Shen Yuexiu stood at the door and observed.

"This king knows that you are awake, but can you escape by closing your eyes? If you don't tell me, he won't look for you."

King Lian walked aside, ran his hands over various instruments of torture, finally took an iron rod, walked up to him, and hit him violently in the stomach.

Fu Yang opened his eyes in pain and stared at him.

"Prince, you have to be as proud as him." King Lian said abruptly.

Shen Yuexiu was startled for a moment, but didn't reply.

King Fuyao's eyes turned cold suddenly, and he let Shen Yuexiu in.

Shen Yuexiu's heart skipped a beat, she looked around and walked in slowly.

"I let you learn his arrogance, did you hear me?"

He paused every word, full of hostility, as if very impatient, like a tyrannosaurus that could bite at any time.

"Let him go." Shen Yuexiu said, King Lian's eyes became colder, Shen Yuexiu said weakly: "How can you let him go."

"Who sent you to find him?"

"Does this have anything to do with you?"

King Lian was about to beat him with an iron rod, but he dared to disobey him so much, Fu Yang winked at him, wanting to tell him that the man in front of him is the king, your father...

The little eunuch who was following Wang suddenly knelt down, kowtowed and said, "My lord, His Highness the Crown Prince fell and hurt himself, so he spoke inappropriately. How can His Highness bear this stick?"

Shen Yuexiu's mind was running fast, the king, the prince, is the relationship between father and son, he is his father...

He felt that the whole person was not good, and he only regarded him as the master of Shen Mo. Anyway, he had the same aura, and it was easy to bring him in. He knelt down immediately: "I know my mistake, father, please calm down."

"Oh, I thought you wanted to learn the spirit of arrogance, and you would be discouraged before you hit him, and you would be useless." The eyes of King Lian were full of contempt, and he stared at him coldly.

Shen Yuexiu felt a severe coercion shrouded her head.

"Go lie down on the chair." Lian Wang said.

"Uh..." Shen Yuexiu guessed that he was going to hit herself, so she only channeled her spiritual power behind her, then leaned forward on the chair, holding her hands on both sides of the chair.

King Lian put down the iron rod in his hand, replaced it with a tough whip, walked towards him, and fell directly on his hip.

Shen Yuexiu thought it was alright, she had the spiritual power to neutralize most of the whip's strength, and to him, this kind of damage only felt a little bit, and it was not painful.

But he can't let him know, just thinking about the feeling of being doubled by the elder brother and Li Yuan that day, he couldn't help but tremble, with a look of pain on his face.

Seeing that he didn't cry, King Lian was very satisfied, the force of the whip increased again, Shen Yuexiu felt a slight pain, her brows were furrowed, she was about to cry, in King Lian's view, she was holding back.

"Get up." Lian Wang's voice was low, Shen Yuexiu got up from the chair, touched the place where she was beaten, and stood aside.

King Lian went straight forward and sat on the chair. He was not very burly, but he occupied the entire chair, his body leaned to one side, casual and majestic, without anger.

"Come here, I want to spot-check my homework," he said.

"Yes." He is ten years old now, what can be difficult for him, even though random checks, he is not afraid of it.

"Recite the fifth volume of the Analects of Confucius..."

"Uh..." Shen Yuexiu's mind was blank, she had never heard of this book before, how could she memorize it, she could only be silent and silent, hoping to get away with it.

Seeing that Wang Lian was silent, he presumably didn't study hard, or said he was not proficient, so he didn't dare to speak. You must know that if he dared to recite a wrong word and get stuck, King Lian would definitely punish him severely.

"The last volume of the Doctrine of the Mean..."

Shen Yuexiu remained silent.