I went to the temple after traveling through time, and he turned out to be a monk!

The moment King Xuan saw that Meng Ying was still alive, he felt mixed emotions in his heart.

He did not exchange greetings with Meng Ying, but immediately moved the person to a place where no one could find him.

When Meng Ying saw Meng Xuan, she knew that Meng Yu had exposed his whereabouts. Today, Meng Xuan is no longer the calm and capable eldest brother of the emperor.

Meng Ying knew that he probably wouldn't be able to escape.

Meng Xuan took Meng Ying to a deep cell. The room was cold and cold, without any daylight. The racks on the side were filled with torture instruments. It was a very standard torture room.

Meng Ying was already wearing shackles. He was unable to struggle, so he simply stopped struggling and was put on the torture rack.

It was only then that Meng Xuan said his first words to Meng Ying, "Emperor brother, long time no see. When did you and Meng Yu get so good?"

Meng Yu raised his head and leaned against the torture rack, with a calm face, "Brother Huang, what you said is wrong. We were the same when we were children. We were all so good."

"But he killed your father, your wife and your son, and yet you are still able to make plans with him. Should I say that you have a good heart? Or do you have no heart at all?"

As Meng Yu spoke, he sat on the cushioned chair. It looked like a very long torture.

Meng Ying smiled faintly and said nothing.

Meng Yu was irritated by his smile. What he hated was the way he looked so effortless and didn't care about anything. "Come on, get rid of me!"

The men obeyed the order, and several of them took out daggers and pulled off Meng Ying's shirt three or two times, exposing his lean chest.

Meng Ying's expression remained unchanged, but her eyes were filled with desolation.

Meng Yu told him that Meng Xuan had now completely defected to the Zhuo family, and was thriving among the Zhuo family members.

Now that he has chosen a stance, he will not tolerate his own existence or shake his position.

Seeing the appearance of his body, Meng Yu smiled slightly proudly, "I have lost a lot of weight. Meng Yu is not good to you, so why do you want to help him?"

Meng Ying remained silent. Compared to the ruthlessness on Meng Yuming's face, Meng Xuan seemed to be neither fighting nor grabbing, but he was full of resentment. Rather than making achievements, what he wanted was more to vent his hatred and a sense of dominance. pleasure above others.

Meng Ying thought that he would be trapped in this state of mind for the rest of his life. He was more disabled than Meng Yu, so it was difficult for Meng Ying to change his temperament with a few words.

Meng Yu was extremely angry at his silence, "Okay! Meng Ying! You all look down on me just because I have no mother, no family, and no power! You are just like Meng Yu!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward and picked up the red-hot soldering iron. Without any hesitation, he placed it firmly and accurately next to Meng Ying's navel.

A sizzling sound came out, and Meng Ying felt pain at this moment. Along with the burning smell, Meng Ying's abdomen shrank suddenly, which made him take a breath.

He gritted his teeth hard, but he still couldn't hold back howling. His limbs couldn't stop struggling, and the dangling chains clanked, but they didn't move at all.

It hurts...

The extremely real pain suddenly awakened Meng Ying from the protracted chaos, and inexplicable sadness swept over her.

He suddenly remembered that they were brothers connected by blood, how could they end up here now.

I vaguely remember that when I was four or five years old, before my father ascended the throne, their family was forced to flee. Meng Xuan was the one who would cut the fruit in his hand into two and give it to Meng Yu and his eldest brother!

Meng Ying also understood that it was precisely because he did not dare to divide the fruit into three parts that the iron fell on him today.

He was the outlet for his years of deep darkness.

Now that he was caught, Meng Ying felt that her life was at risk.

The past events were flowing through my mind, and a hot iron fell on my chest. The smell of burnt flesh rushed straight into my mind, making it suffocating.

My whole body was straining and shaking, and my limbs had lost all feeling. It was as if my eyes didn't know how to see, my mouth and nose didn't know how to breathe, my tongue couldn't move, and my throat couldn't swallow. Even swallowing saliva became extremely difficult. Countless times, Meng Ying thought she would choke to death on the saliva.

Meng Ying didn't know how much time had passed. Countless iron shapes had been branded on her body, but she was just numb from the pain.

Seeing that his head dropped heavily and he no longer struggled, Meng Xuan said, "Sa Lan, if you beg for mercy, my brother will spare you."

Meng Ying lowered her head, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth, and took a deep breath, "Sa Lan... won't..."

When Meng Xuan heard this, he burst into laughter. He took out a pair of scissors and ran the tip of the scissors around Meng Ying's chest, bypassing all the iron scars. "You are exactly the same as before! How come you have lived for dozens of years?" It won’t change even with age?”

Meng Xuan paused, found a scar from the soldering iron, and slowly inserted the scissors in, bit by bit, with a popping sound.

"Why can you be so confident? Why can you say the same thing? Why can you always be consistent!" Meng Xuan's face became more and more ferocious, and the hatred pouring out of his eyes seemed to make Meng Ying turn into ashes.

The pain made Meng Ying take a deep breath. At this time, he was in a miserable state, with his hair disheveled and a burning smell. Blood was flowing out from the wound. He raised his eyes and stared back at Meng Yu, but there was nothing in his eyes. The color of fear.

disgust!

disgust!

Extremely disgusting!

He could still show such a look, Meng Xuan felt that he must not be cruel enough!

He pulled out the scissors, pulled Meng Ying's shoulder-length hair, and began to cut it wildly.

It was as if he was trying to pluck out his hair, click, click, click, knife after knife after knife.

He hated his arrogance when he was in the mud and thought he could change the world. As he cut, he yelled in his ear, "Why should the horse race start according to your time! Wait for your horse to rest for half an hour, Isn’t my horse hungry?”

"Why can you ask your father, the Queen Mother, to change the palace rules when you want to go out to the palace? Don't you know that so many people are trying their best to abide by these palace rules, and how many people have died because of violating the palace rules?"

"Why do you want to dance with swords in the morning and study at night? You can ask the Imperial College to change the time. Do you know that I can only study in the morning?"

"And your shabby hair, isn't it just permed? No matter how big the problem is, it can make you cry, make my father disappointed in me, and let me be punished! Why do you have it? What are you capable of? , let everyone circle around you!"

The hair that had grown for several years fell to the ground in Meng Xuan's frenzy, leaving no trace of dignity for Meng Ying.

"What do you mean about body, hair and skin? Isn't it just arrogant and squeamish to be influenced by your parents? Isn't it just bullying me that I don't have a mother-in-law? Isn't it just that you want to put me under your feet?"

Meng Xuan became more and more crazy and cut Meng Ying's hair into messy and mutilated pieces. He stopped when he couldn't hold him anymore.

Meng Ying was numb and allowed him to cut his hair.

The body, hair, and skin are all affected by the parents. The mother and concubine are gone, the father is gone, the wife is gone, and the children are gone.

He should be the only one in pain...

No one will be hurt because he lost his dignity, and no one will feel sad because of his downfall, so that's good...

Meng Xuan sat back on the stool again, breathing heavily and resting for a long time, frustrated and depressed, "And Shen Qingli, she is always calling Brother Salan in her dreams, save her..."

"What kind of ecstasy soup did you pour into her? I am her husband, why does she want you to save her?"

Hearing this, Meng Ying chuckled, "Because you don't have the ability, you don't have the ability to save her, so she will ask others for help..."

Meng Xuan laughed crazily after hearing this, "You really understand her. She said the exact same words to you when she died."

Meng Xuan seemed to accept the result, and went to pick a sharp knife among the torture tools. His fingers lightly scratched the blade, and blood immediately poured out.

He walked to Meng Ying's side and squatted down, looking at his toes carefully, "One, two, three... eighty, ninety."

"Ten toes, complete."

"Your skin and hair is from your parents?"

"If you become disabled, won't you have the shame to go to Jiuquan to see your mother and concubine?"

Realizing what he wanted to do, Meng Ying suddenly tightened her toes.

"Don't be nervous, the days are still long, I will take my time one by one..." Meng Xuan said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the blade fell on the little finger of his left foot, and Meng Xuan pushed it with his other hand.

In just that moment, Meng Ying's trapped hands clenched into fists and roared, "Meng Xuan!!!"

Meng Xuan was very satisfied with the trembling all over his body, which at least made him look ugly.

He was very happy and proud, "Don't be afraid, brother, I'll cut the rest next time."