Mrs. Pinqiao

Chapter 40 Wanton Humiliation
The place Ning Zimo brought her was the Xingbu dungeon, where Li Jue was imprisoned. Tan Su only looked up and understood what Ning Zimo was up to, so she quickly lowered her head.

The person who came out to greet him was not Song Cheng, but a young man with an ordinary appearance. He was obviously not as smart as Song Cheng. Mo Kan didn't even bother to look at him, and walked straight inside, and he followed behind him, just opening the door, obediently.

Tan Su paid attention, and asked him softly: "What's your name, how long have you been here? Where did the person who was in this office go?"

The man replied respectfully: "Your official, Chu Hongzhao, just transferred here a few days ago. The person who was in this office before heard that he offended someone and was transferred to a remote place."

Tan Su had a [-]% to [-]% confidence in her heart. Song Cheng was probably implicated in the matter of her being slapped by Princess Dewen earlier, so Li Jue, who was locked inside, must have suffered some crimes. Considered a lot of problems, but thought of a lot of ways, after all, I couldn't think of a solution for both ends.

"Susu."

Ning Zimo told her to follow, Tan Su didn't dare to delay, and hurried forward, with a smiling face, "Master Xiang, what's the matter?"

"You come to open the door."

"Okay." Tan Su took the key from the jailer's hand, and without saying a word, she buried her head in unlocking it. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a shocking white stained with blood. With a shake of her hand, the key fell to the ground.

She quickly picked up the key and buried her head to unlock it. She tried her best to control her hand, but it was still shaking. Ning Zimo's chuckle came from behind her. Her forehead was covered with sweat, and the key finally went in, " The door opened with a click.

Tan Su pushed the door open, "Master, please."

Ning Zimo bent down and stepped in. The tall figure made the prison cell look even more oppressive. The brocade robe was not stained with dust, which was incompatible with this place. He held a folding fan in his hand. When he opened it, he opened it like a wave, and when he closed it, he was scheming. He held it in his hand Li is in control of half of the country.

He had a smile on his face, but no one dared to look directly at him, "My lord, why did you prostrate yourself on the ground like this?"

The person in the corner lay motionless on the ground, his body was covered in blood, his white clothes were stained with blood, his silky ink hair was scattered on the ground, sweat mixed with blood, he was in a state of embarrassment, lost all his former glory, lying on the ground Remaining breathless, he listened to Ning Zimo's voice, moved a bit, and then let out a cold laughter, which was biting cold.

Tan Su's heart throbbed, and she almost couldn't control her emotions. She gritted her teeth tightly and refused to look, her brain hurting suddenly.

Ning Zimo walked up to his hand and looked down at him, like a god who controls life and death, and he was content with every word, "The prince should recruit as soon as possible, so as not to suffer from such flesh and blood, besides, the emperor will definitely think about his brothers and sisters." For the love, the prince will be sent lightly."

Li Jue raised his head slowly, his pale face was stained with blood, his eyes were like knives and swords, piercing his muscles and bones. To pierce the enemy's chest with a sharp knife.

Ning Zimo laughed "hehe", the voice of a rebellious minister and thief seemed to be a compliment, as if it hit him in his arms, "How can the prince insult the court officials, you and I have known each other for five years, but I don't remember that the prince is such an unmannered person. "

Li Jue sneered, unable to stop the pain in his body, he could only lie on the ground panting heavily, "Don't waste your efforts on me, I won't confess anything until I see the emperor."

"Since the emperor has handed over the matter of the review to the subordinate officials, he hopes that I will take the testimony of the prince and go back to report. I am afraid that the prince will not be able to see the emperor before he confesses."

Li Jue sneered, and scolded angrily, with a hoarse and sharp voice: "A mere first-rank official is also qualified to interrogate this king? There is no joint trial by the three divisions, and no emperor sitting in charge. Why do you review me? And why torture to extract a confession?"

"Hahaha..." Ning Zimo laughed out loud as if he had heard a big joke, "The prince has been imprisoned for almost three months, yet he is still so upright, even a conviction has to go through the process..."

Ning Zimo restrained his smile, looked down at his eyes, as if he was watching a joke, and said softly: "The prince still doesn't know, whose world is this?"

"Ning Zimo!" Li Jue's eyes were filled with anger, "You treacherous villain! You are a traitor!"

Ning Zi smiled instead of anger, his cold side face was a bit seductive, "My lord thinks highly of me so much, why don't you let him see if I have the qualifications to review my lord."

He flicked his sleeves, turned around neatly, "Come here, hang him up."

Tan Su felt as if a stone had been pressed in her heart, it was heavy, she turned her head to meet Li Jue's eyes, and for the first time felt his eyes were as heavy as iron, it hurt her heart, she didn't dare to look any more, and hurriedly followed Ning Zimo out of the cell .

Li Jue was dragged up and hangs with only one breath left. Not a single part of his body is intact, and he has been supported by tenacity until now. Blurred by blood and sweat, the aloof King Jing, the virtuous king for the country and the people, and a generation of virtuous ministers from Da Nie were hung up like pigs and dogs, and allowed to be humiliated wantonly by a treacherous minister.

How unwilling?

How sad?

Da Nie is a sycophant, there is no need for external wars, he can perish internally, it is like a prophecy and curse that weighs on his heart, can crush him, crush him, the belief that he was once proud of, the pursuit of supreme clarity, None of them allowed him to gain a firm foothold in the materialistic dynasty.

How else can I save Da Nie?

Li Jue didn't struggle, he lowered his head and didn't even want to open his eyes to take another look, as if he was disappointed, but also as if he gave up.

Tan Su stood beside her without saying a word, without raising her head. Her abnormality caught Ning Zimo's attention, so she asked her, "Susu, why haven't you raised your head?"

She stammered back: "Master Xiang...I'm afraid of seeing blood..."

Ning Zimo chuckled, "Didn't you say that you are only afraid of the blood that will flow out, even if you get a little stain on your clothes."

She hurriedly laughed along, "Looking dizzy and dizzy, Mr. Xiang, forgive me..."

"I see you are very courageous on weekdays, but a little blood scares you like this." Ning Zimo walked up to the torture tool, picked it up, and turned to ask Chu Hongzhao, "Is there any punishment for not seeing blood?"

Chu Hongzhao went to Xingtai and took some sticks, and handed them to Ning Zimo respectfully, "Master Ning, there is no blood on the sticks."

Ning Zimo frowned, dismissively, "What kind of punishment is this?" He went straight to the edge of the stove, saw the soldering iron inside was burning red, stretched out his hand to fiddle with it, and immediately smiled.

"This is very good."

(End of this chapter)