first concubine

Chapter 305 I am a faint king.

Qiu Yi pursed her lips, but stubbornly looked at the emperor on the high seat, her words were cold and hard: "Everyone in the world knows that the emperor is a wise king, is it possible that the emperor wants to watch his subordinates try the case, and torture him into a trick?" ?”

If it is, it is a faint king.

tyrant.

He fights the imperial court, but wants to be a tyrant?
The man's long and cold eyes looked from afar from the hall. Amidst the ups and downs of light and shadow, they became more and more unpredictable. Various emotions were hidden in it, making it difficult to read his truest emotions.

After a long time, the man's deep and cold voice finally came over: "You just heard the hypocrisy of the world, I'm here to tell you how the world judges me."

The autumn-like heart followed his ups and downs with his ups and downs.

There is no one whereabouts.

The noble and unspeakable emperor had a cold tone, and laughed at himself: "Everyone in the world says that I am a tyrant, a madman, who kills my father and brother, is ungrateful, kills my wife and son, and says I will not end well. This is the true meaning of the world. Comment on my statement."

People in this world, he stands tall, so he can see far enough.

Those hypocritical words of praising him for eternity are all superficial.

And more people called him a tyrant.

I don't know why this man talked about this matter today, and then looked at Ou Wenhui on the side, with his head lowered, and his expression was vaguely bleak.

In each of these comments, there are piles of past events.

People in the world don't understand the lofty emperor's heart.

After Zhan Yu finished speaking, he suddenly hooked his lips into a smile, looked at Qiu Yinong kindly, and asked, "How about it, do you still think that I am a Mingjun?"

This smile is like the snow lotus that has grown for thousands of years on the cold snow of the high mountain, lonely, cold, and equally cold to the heart.

The bean-like lights in the hall seemed to have lost their brilliance, not as dazzling as the man's smile.

Expensive, glamorous.

Qiu Yinong watched, with a sneer in her heart, it turns out that you also understand what kind of person you are, but you know that all the things you are talking about now are based on trampling on me.

Built upon the destruction of my home.

"Why didn't you speak?"

The emperor looked down at her, his words were humble, he really smiled, and his smile was cold: "Since everyone in the world says that I am a tyrant, it should be the tyrant's act to torture me."

The autumn-like heart suddenly sank.

This man clearly used this rhetoric to tease her, imposing his cruelty on her.

Between the jokes, there was a game of grappling.

He is a master at watching plays, and he is also a master at pushing plays to a climax.

Ou Wenhui walked over with a stick, lowered her head and sneered at Qiu Yinong: "Suppress Qiu Shangyi." Then she said to Qiu Yinong: "Qiu Shangyi, you can't move around, the more this is The more you struggle, the tighter the clamp will be, and your ten fingers and bones will be broken."

The two female guards pressed Qiu Yinong firmly to the ground, suppressing her hands.

Ou Wenhui put the scorpion into Qiu Yinong's ten fingers, and the two female guards pulled the rope of the scorpion, pulling it to both sides with all their strength.

The so-called pain in the ten fingers returns to the heart, this pain is digging the heart and lungs.

In the previous life, when she was still Zhao Zishi, she had also been subjected to such severe punishment. At that time, she cried until her eyes were swollen and her voice was hoarse. She kept calling Zhan Yu's name, but she couldn't call him.

Now, being tortured again, the pain is piercing, but Qiu Yinong is biting her lip, and refuses to cry anymore.

(End of this chapter)