you are unspeakable

Emperor Mingde only felt that the sword in his hand suddenly became heavier, which made him almost unable to hold it. The blade of the sword was slightly tilted, and the sharp long sword drew heavy bloodstains on Song Cui's neck.

Emperor Mingde quickly withdrew his sword and threw it on the table, with a loud snap.

Song urged to be damned.

Emperor Mingde knew that Song Cui deserved to die.

Regardless of whether he is really loyal to himself or not, as an emperor, the best way to execute Song Cui is to let him die today.No matter what conspiracy he has, as long as he dies, those will be dispelled by his death.

But he... is reluctant.

He even felt sorry for the five-year-old child.

Emperor Mingde didn't know what was wrong with him, he slapped the table angrily, turned away from looking at Song Cui, and said angrily, "What do you mean by all this?"

"I designed to frame He's for self-protection and to vent my anger," Song Cui hurriedly explained: "I can't stand them insulting my mother, I just want to vent my anger...Your Majesty, you and my mother are the most important things in my life." Dear man, I did keep the matter from you about Song Jing. I didn't think of this method on the day when the good news came. I can't say, if I say so, His Majesty will meet me, I don't want... let His Majesty suspect me, I can only wait for the opportunity, I never thought that the opportunity would come so soon, Your Majesty, the Song family's loyalty is true, but they are definitely not loyal to His Majesty , They are loyal to Dachang, but I... only loyal to His Majesty," Song Cui said, his eyes flashed fiercely: "So, as long as anyone who is disrespectful to His Majesty, I will wipe out for His Majesty one by one, let alone Song Zhe and His Majesty. I still have the vengeance of killing my mother."

Emperor Mingde gradually calmed down, he turned his head to look at him, and took a panoramic view of the expression on his face.

"He is your father."

"He killed my mother, he deserves to die for disrespecting the one I love."

"If you want me to believe you, you can," Emperor Ming De said, "From today onwards, you will never be able to leave the palace again. I want you to be by my side for the rest of your life. Song Cui, you can understand."

In the palace, there are two kinds of people who can never go out, one is the maid, and the other is the eunuch.

Song Cui understood what Emperor Mingde meant.

Song Cui laughed loudly. After laughing, he lifted his robe and knelt down, his eyes burning: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Emperor Mingde paused: "Do you really understand?"

"clear."

"Since you understand, do you still want to thank me?"

Song Cui said calmly: "Your Majesty doesn't need to test me anymore. I said before that I am not afraid of death. What I am afraid of is that I will never see Your Majesty again. Now Your Majesty will not grant death, but let me stay by His Majesty's side. I can only feel grateful."

Emperor Mingde's heart was turbulent, but he tried his best to suppress it, and said lightly, "Okay."

After finishing speaking, Zhong Sheng was called in.

Zhong Sheng hurried into the room.

"Take Song Cui to the cleansing room and serve him under the castration," Emperor Mingde said, "When he recovers from his injuries, he will stay in the palace."

Zhong Sheng was shocked: "Your Majesty!"

Emperor Mingde showed impatience, Zhong Sheng quickly confessed his crime, and led Song Cui to leave.

As soon as they left, Emperor Mingde couldn't stand anymore, and sat slowly on the chair while leaning on the corner of the table. His whole body was limp, as if he was about to faint at any moment, his chest felt tight, his mouth and nose were blocked, and he couldn't breathe.

He is just..., he is at the prime of his life, he is intelligent and arrogant, he is proficient in all the art of war and strategy, his embrace is warm and comfortable, his soft and hot lips are so gentle when he kisses himself, he suffered when he was young... Growing up alone...

Emperor Mingde closed his eyes, clasped the armrest of the chair with his fingers, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

He also grew up alone, became the emperor alone, and faced those ministers who looked down on him alone.

After those two knives, he will hate himself... After tonight, will that boy never show such fiery eyes on him again?

There must be hatred in his eyes.

There will never be anyone like him again.

never again...

Emperor Ming De suddenly stood up from his seat and shouted: "Get ready!"

It was nearly a stick of incense since Song urged them to leave. Emperor Mingde didn't know where the eunuchs cleaned themselves up, so he could only stand at the door and wait for the sedan chair to be kicked out. If he can't make it through...

"Quick!" Emperor Mingde got on the sedan chair impatiently: "Catch up with Zhong Sheng."

The bearers sensed Emperor Mingde's eagerness, their legs flew fast, and the sedan chair shuttled quickly among the palace walls.

But Song Cui and Zhong Sheng were faster, and Zhong Sheng was familiar with many convenient paths in the palace.

They got to the place quickly.

This place is different from the bustling imperial palace. This is the beginning of countless men's misery, and the beginning of their incomplete bodies.

It's dark and humid here, full of blood, and there are painful whispers in the ears, one after another, beating the eardrums of people, and it feels like it's penetrating in the middle of the night.

Zhong Sheng stood still at the door, and Song Cui also stopped.

Zhong Sheng doesn't like to come to this place, how many eunuchs in this palace like to come here?Even if he doesn't want to be mentioned, even if he is in this position now, a position where many normal men would kneel down when they see him, Zhong Sheng still can't let go, even if one day he brings the fallen baby into the coffin, But there will always be a feeling of emptiness in my heart.

Zhong Sheng took a deep breath and turned to look at Song Cui.

Zhong Sheng had heard how Emperor Mingde and Liu Shibang praised the young commander beside him.

Even if Song Cui is really a spy and deserves to be punished, Zhong Sheng still feels sorry for him: "Master Xiao Song, let's... go in."

Song Cui nodded, Zhong Sheng couldn't see any emotion from his face.

Zhong Sheng has seen many people being escorted into this place, but none like Song Cui. They begged for mercy with tears running down their cheeks, or were too scared to speak, but Song Cui was very indifferent.He still doesn't seem to know what it means for him to go in.

The steward of the cleansing room heard the movement at the door, came over and saw Zhong Sheng, and quickly knelt down to salute: "Boss Zhong, why are you here when you have time?"

"Get up, our family will bring someone over for execution," Zhong Sheng said, "Do you still have work on hand?"

Cui Ming stood up. He was wearing a brown shorts with dirty blood all over his head. His brown clothes were dyed red. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his strong arms. Behind him were two execution platforms. The ground was muddy with blood, and there was a muffled puffing sound when stepped on.

"It's gone today," Cui Ming raised his eyes and looked at the handsome man in brocade clothes behind Zhong Sheng, his thoughts turned quickly, Cui Ming was just a steward of the cleansing room, he naturally didn't He may know Song Cui, but such a person was not escorted here. Cui Ming's skill in observing words and expressions is very good. He carefully apologized and said with a smile: "Boss, the execution platform is dirty, why don't you go to the side room to have a rest and wait for the servants?" Clean it up before execution?"

Just as Zhong Sheng wanted to speak, Song Cui said first: "No need." He glanced at Cui Ming: "Are you the fastest and most stable knife here?"

"Uh..." Cui Ming didn't understand why, and replied, "Yes, yes."

Song urged: "As long as you are ready, you can start at any time."

Zhong Sheng showed surprise on his face, and finally couldn't help but say: "Master Xiao Song, after these two stabs, there will be no turning back."

Song Cui didn't answer, walked to the execution platform, turned over and lay down on it. The execution platform was the size of an adult man, and there were strong cloth strips at the four corners to tie the hands and feet of the tortured to prevent them from struggling.Song Cui lay there, calmly as if it was just an ordinary bed that was a little narrower.

It was the first time Cui Ming saw such a person, so he made up his mind and went to tie his hands and feet, but Song urged him to stop him: "I won't struggle."

Cui Ming looked back at Zhong Sheng anxiously.

Zhong Sheng nodded.

Cui Ming walked over, bent down and washed the knives with shochu on the table.

Zhong Sheng couldn't bear to watch, and turned his back to Song Cui.

"Guard Zhong," Song Cui's voice sounded behind him: "There's nothing so terrible about being tortured. I'm afraid that His Majesty won't believe me."

Zhong Sheng opened his mouth and sighed lightly.