Kuai Wen Zhi crazy criticizes the beauty she does not want to be a female supporting role

Chapter 23 The princess is not a good match (22)

The breath in the dark prison was thick and disgusting, and the sounds coming from the prison were either low groans or painful gasps.

Du Du did not beg for mercy.

Only the toughest bones are sent here.

The sound of footsteps was particularly obvious in such an environment.

Many people raised their heads and looked at the only source of light.

But there were even more people who shrank their bodies into hiding places in fear, their originally indifferent eyes filled with fear.

In such a stagnant atmosphere, a young man wearing a purple robe walked over. The placket was patterned with gold threads, and there was a layer of soft velvet at the collar. It looked much thicker. There was a four-legged robe embroidered on it. The python is even more ferocious when walking.

He was slender, a little thin but not weak, with a slight smile on his face.

The light fell on his face, illuminating his delicate eyebrows and straight nose.

If not everyone knew his identity, they would have thought he was some kind-hearted young man.

As soon as he came in, someone immediately greeted him and said respectfully: "Master Tao, your mouth is too tough, but everyone under you has tried their best."

As he said this, he felt a little panicked.

He still remembered that the seemingly harmless man in front of him poured hot silver water over the head of the person until the bloody person jumped out of the skin.

Even someone like him, who has been working in a secret prison for more than [-] years, has never seen such a scene.

It's really too cruel.

He smiled lowly and said, "It doesn't matter, I'll do it."

The man on the iron frame had already been mutilated with blood. In order to prevent his lower jaw from biting his tongue and committing suicide, he had a long mouth, and saliva mixed with blood flowed down his lower jaw, and his eyes were filled with deathly silence.

When he saw someone coming, he just raised his eyes indifferently and returned to his original state.

A hint of disgust flashed in Tao Hong's eyes.

He didn't want to talk nonsense with this guy.

His Highness was waiting impatiently, so he had to hurry up.

"It doesn't matter, it will be fine soon." He was already gorgeous, smiled slightly, and his eyes and brows were even more charming, but the depths of his eyes were always cold and indifferent.

The brown pupils reflected the misery of the person in front of him, but he showed no mercy.

He took out a small sandalwood bottle as high as his little finger from his cuff.

After removing the stopper, the person next to him didn't smell anything. He put the mouth of the bottle close to the person's nose. His nose was slightly inflamed, and a faint scent of sandalwood occupied his entire nasal cavity. It was originally painful. The somewhat cloudy eyes suddenly woke up.

A low roar came from his throat.

At this time, the already numb wound was like ants gnawing on it, and began to feel dense pain.

Taohong observed his expression for a while to make sure that the medicine was taking effect, and then she took out the gray bag from her sleeve and unfolded it to reveal rows of silver needles.

He took out a silver needle and burned it for a while until the needle was hot.

He looked at him indifferently, with no emotion in his pupils. He didn't know what tricks these people were going to play.

The assassination failed, and he was caught because of his lack of martial arts skills.

The next second, Taohong carefully pulled open his clothes. His fingers were slender and white, with clear joints. The expression on his face made him look like a benevolent doctor who treated illnesses and saved people.

But the next moment, the red-hot silver needle pierced the acupuncture point of the person in front of him. As the silver needle pierced deeper and deeper, the man's expression became more and more ferocious, and the blue veins kept popping up, as if he was trying to break through the outermost acupuncture point. layer of skin.

How terrifying.

one shot...

He was still able to hold back the pain and just let out a deep gasp.

two stitches...

He began to make inhuman wailing noises.

three stitches...

He began to beg for mercy and began to tell the information that Tao Hong wanted to get.It wasn't until she got what she wanted that Taohong began to tighten her needles.

The smile on his lips never fell, and he wiped away the blood on the silver needle with a handkerchief. The executioner who did not want to interrogate and question was like a gentle doctor who treated the sick and saved the lives.

From beginning to end, there was not a drop of blood on his body.

"Did he record everything he said?" He turned his head and asked in a low voice.

"Everything has been recorded, but do you want to present it to His Highness now?"

"It's okay, just give it to me and I'll present it to His Highness."

There are no windows in the dark cell, and naturally there is no light. There are only dim candles one after another, which makes people feel very depressed.

Even a veteran interrogator would feel a little uncomfortable here, but Taohong thrived in such an environment.

It was as if he was born to be in this place.

When Zhou Buyi was brought into the palace by the maid, what he saw was the empress who was about to ascend the throne, with her black hair loose and sitting on her lotus feet.

Wearing a white dress, the sleeves and skirt are embroidered with many blooming peonies, but because they are made of silver silk thread, they only look vivid when the light is shaking.

Surrounding her were memorials, glass pens, scraps of paper, etc. scattered on the ground... And she rested her elbows on the ground, playing with a scarlet Pisces jade pendant, her expression innocent and childish.

"Your Highness."

Zhou Busuo lowered his eyes and saluted.

Su Yan's eyebrows suddenly shone: "Why should Zhou Lang be so polite?"

The maid who brought him in had already retreated with a downcast expression.

She spread her hands and looked at him.

He stepped forward to take her hands and lifted her up from the ground.

"The ground is cold, Your Highness should take care of yourself."

She pushed his hand away with an unhappy look, turned her back to him and muttered: "Why are you pointing fingers at me now like those old men?"

"Where……"

When she heard his rebuttal, her eyes turned red, and she paused on the ground a few times as if to express her anger: "It's what it is, it's what it is."

He was silent, as if he didn't know what to do.

How should he treat her? Now that she is in a higher and more powerful position than before, it is possible that he finally gets tired of her and hates her.

A bit of ridicule arose in his heart. If it was still the same as before, I'm afraid his head would have moved a long time ago.

He didn't know what to do.

Su Yan waited for a long time but did not wait for him to coax him.

She could only turn around with red eyes, pursed lips, and looked at him accusingly.

He wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his hands, and finally gave in: "Why is it still like this? I want to be the empress."

She wanted to laugh but didn't want him to think she was being coaxed, so she suppressed her blush.

He lowered his head and pinched her face.

Until she looked at him in disbelief.

He finally realized how inappropriate his behavior was.

He quickly wanted to kneel down, but suddenly there was a body in his arms, and he could even feel some moisture on his chest.

"Brother No Doubt, you haven't been like this for a long time."

She sobbed, as if she wanted to tell all the grievances she had suffered over the years: "You always look at me with disgust, saying you hate me, saying you can't possibly like me."

"And...she also said she fell in love with someone else."

"I really can't hold on any longer."

(End of this chapter)