The promotion of the imperial palace of the prosperous Huangmou

Chapter 59
Before the torture, Wei Xin made a point of explaining: "I don't want His Royal Highness to see blood, so I try not to see blood. The first step is to peel off the nails with a bamboo stick."

Bamboo sticks to peel nails, how to peel?
As soon as Lu Juntong thought about this, he saw Wei Xin take a thin bamboo stick from the plate familiarly, and held Yan'er's hand again.With a quick movement of the fingers——

When Wei Xin moved, Yan'er trembled, and her face was distorted.

Just can't call out at all.

It's not that Yan'er is holding back, but... her mouth is sealed, and no matter how much she screams, it's also the dullness choked in her throat.

Wei Xin didn't move at all, and concentrated on it, making little movements, and his expression couldn't be more serious.

Lu Juntong was the most frightened.

She had never seen such a scene before.

Obviously there wasn't any blood splatter, but looking at this scene... it just makes people's fingers feel cold.

Lu Juntong subconsciously glanced sideways at Li Yan.

Li Yan remained expressionless, as always.

Lu Juntong swallowed a mouthful of saliva.I just felt my heart beating wildly.

As if aware of it, Li Yan suddenly turned his eyes and looked at her.

Lu Juntong froze all of a sudden, and felt a little embarrassed for a moment—she was so frightened that Li Yan saw it clearly...

Li Yan also seemed to think she was so funny, and there was a fleeting smile on his lips.

Lu Juntong suddenly looked back, sat on the chair, his mind was blank for a long time.

Even if Yan'er shouted muffledly from the side, it still couldn't make her pay any more attention.

And during this period, Wei Xin had already finished the work neatly.

Wei Xin put down the thin bamboo stick, took the handkerchief handed over by the palace man, wiped his fingers, and said softly, "This is one of your nails. Now, I'll ask you to answer. If you don't answer——and Nineteen."

Wei Xin's voice was as cold as ice.

Lu Juntong suddenly came back to his senses, and then saw the thin nail on the tray.

There was blood on the nails.

It lay quietly on the white cotton cloth, but a sudden look only made people frown.

shocking.

Lu Juntong only thought of these four words.

Then there's nausea.

She turned away in a hurry and didn't dare to look any further.

Yan'er also didn't dare to look at it, Wei Xin said flatly, "Let her take a good look."

A servant held Yan'er's head down and forced her to look at it.

Yan'er was trembling all over, her face was pale.

Wei Xin motioned for someone to pull the cloth strip out of Yan'er's mouth, and then asked, "Say it?"

Yan'er's originally dull eyes slowly regained clarity.She silently closed her mouth tightly.

The meaning could not be more obvious.

Wei Xin raised his eyebrows, pondered for a moment and reminded again: "After nineteen fingernails, it's just skin and flesh. You have to know that you have stolen everything. If you die, no one will say anything. But... slowly Toss slowly, you will suffer more than now."

Yan'er didn't move.

Seeing Yan'er like this, Lu Juntong frowned.

She didn't understand why.

Li Yan also frowned.

He knew it was tricky, but he didn't expect it to be so tricky for just a little maid.

What is the background of the other party?There is such a skill.

Wei Xin didn't know what to think of, and suddenly said softly: "It doesn't matter if you die, or your family will be implicated—"

Yan'er trembled suddenly, and suddenly stared at Wei Xin.

Faced with Yan'er's unbelievable look and eyes that were about to split open, Wei Xin remained calm: "You murdered the emperor's heir."

(End of this chapter)