Uncle, don't overdo it

Without Jiang Ziyin, Ximen Jingxuan wondered if he would have survived.

His mother and concubine are so indifferent to her children, even worse than a stranger who is not relatives or relatives.

In fact, Ximen Jingxuan remembered that he also had a younger sister who was born when he was six or seven years old, and was thrown aside without drinking a sip of milk from his concubine mother. The maid in the palace said that the little princess died when she was just born. Since the untimely death represented an unknown, she was taken outside the palace without alarming anyone, and was buried hastily. The small grave mound has almost been blown flat by the wind year after year.

The emperor didn't even name the princess who hadn't had time to meet in the future.

This is like a sad little episode in life, which is secretly engraved in Ximen Jingxuan's memory. While sympathizing with his sister, he is even more grateful for Jiang Ziyin's kindness.He has always believed that his sister's death was due to the indifference of his concubine mother. If she had more loving mother's love, his sister would not die lonely and cold.

What Ximen Jingxuan couldn't let go of was why the concubine mother didn't love her children so much. Could it be that she had never felt the beauty of being pregnant in October, or since she was pregnant in October, she regarded them as enemies and disgusted her ?

What made Ximen Jingxuan still curious was what kind of relationship was there between the concubine mother and the emperor father?And how could he develop a love affair with an imperial doctor, not hesitate to be infamous, abandon his glory and wealth, and elope out of the palace?

It's just hateful that the imperial doctor who took away his mother and concubine, with the determination to die, despite all kinds of criminal laws, didn't say a word, as if he was determined not to be a dumb dumb.

Thinking of this, Ximen Jingxuan didn't wait for Jiang Ziyin's answer, turned around and walked out of Jinhuayuan, out of the palace, and came to a small mountain not far from Prince Xuan's mansion.

This place was not originally a mountain, but a place with a higher terrain in the capital. There were scattered houses before, but during the battle with the previous dynasty, a fire broke out here, and many members of the Leng family died here. Here, a ruin was formed, and no one approached it for many years. Later, the imperial court pulled soil from the countryside to fill it up, and planted trees. After that, the seeds in the soil germinated, and weeds and thorns grew. Over the years, this place has become a barren mountain located in the capital, and there are still few people.

Passing through the thorns, Ximen Jingxuan came to a dirt slope, stepped on a certain spot in the ground, and opened a hole in front of the grass-covered slope.

After Ximen Jingxuan entered the cave entrance, the cave door was closed.

Following the familiar memory, Ximen Jingxuan walked straight forward, then turned a corner and opened a stone door, and continued walking until he came to a row of dungeons.Each cell was separated by iron bars, and like most dungeons, it was dark, damp, and filled with a strange cold wind.

Ximen Jingxuan stood in front of an iron prison, his indifferent eyes gradually solidified into thousand-year-old ice, piercing into the prison like two ice swords.

A man was shackled on an iron ring in the corner of the prison. His long gray hair hung down in a mess, covering his face. His clothes were ragged and his colors could not be distinguished. He sat on the ground leaning against the wall without saying a word. There was no movement in Xuan's approaching voice, it was as quiet as a dead corpse.

However, the faint breathing sound from his body let Ximen Jingxuan know that he was not dead, but was resisting his arrival with his usual silence.

Ximen Jingxuan opened the cell door, walked in, and pulled out the iron whip hanging from the iron hook on the wall.

The man raised his head slightly, looked at Ximen Jingxuan with a cold face like hell, swept his chaotic eyes lightly on the iron whip in his hand, grinned, and continued to lower his head.

This laugh is like a great irony to Ximen Jingxuan.

When dealing with captured captives on the battlefield or potential enemy spies of the Qingyuan Dynasty caught by him, Ximen Jingxuan has a way to pry his mouth open no matter how hard-spoken he is, but in front of this person, Ximen Jingxuan used both soft and hard methods, and there was no way to succeed. In the end, there was only a series of tortures to keep this person living in purgatory.

Ximen Jingxuan thought that the endless torture would eventually make him open his mouth, but no, this man was as tough as made of copper and iron.

Ximen Jingxuan knew that he was not really dumb, because even a dumb person would bark indiscriminately when he was tortured with unspeakable pain. But she kept her mouth tightly shut, no matter how painful she felt, her face was only distorted, she bit her lip tightly, and did not make a sound.

Ximen Jingxuan has never seen such a hard bone. If he is on the battlefield, he is definitely a hero, but he is just an imperial doctor, an imperial doctor who abducted the concubine, and a disciple who was expelled from the school by the ghost doctor.Of course, in Ximen Jingxuan's view, such a person is not worthy of being the successor of Ghost Valley Doctor.

Swinging the whip, he slapped that person suddenly. The person's body only twitched slightly. He raised his head again, and looked at Ximen Jingxuan through his messy hair.

With this whip, Ximen Jingxuan used a lot of strength to vent his annoyance while ensuring that he would not be beaten to death.

The indifferent face that usually shows people is completely gone at this time, only a face full of fierce and cruel colors like an angel from hell.

The man smiled, just to fight back against the whip, he lowered his head again, like an old corpse that has been dead for thousands of years, not afraid of being trampled.

"This king knows that you are waiting for her to save you, and this king also told you that you will never leave Prince Xuan's mansion alive. This king will wait until the moment she appears in person!" Ximen Jingxuan said bitterly.

The sound fell, and another whip was swung down, the scab that had just formed on the man was cracked again, and the ragged clothes were stained with new blood.

The biggest counterattack to the opponent is silence, especially when the opponent cannot let him die and wants to pry his mouth open.

After waving more than a dozen whips, Ximen Jingxuan threw the whip aside in frustration, turned around and strode out of the iron prison. The sound of the prison door clanging spread throughout the dungeon, refusing to dissipate for a long time.

The man raised his head, looked at Ximen Jingxuan's back, and lowered his head dying.

He was injured again, very badly, but he didn't hurt his vitals, so he couldn't die.This kind of torture like the living dead has lasted for a year, and he doesn't know how long he will live like this.

He knew what Ximen Jingxuan had said that she would not come to save him, and he already had no hope, but he would not end this dark and cruel day in front of him by himself.

For him, there is a breath to be alive, and he has to work hard to support this breath, because he still has unfulfilled wishes, as long as he can live, he still has the hope of waiting until that day.