The invulnerability of fast wear

The Sixth Prince borrowed the power of the former Gyeonggi soldiers and horse commanders to set up a game to encircle the hunting grounds, and soon caused a stir among the courtiers.

After Wu Xie was released from prison, everyone in the court had a lot of speculations about the hunting and driving case. I wonder if it was because the commander was very loyal to the prince. Before the confession came out, some people did secretly speculate that this matter might be the prince's desperation. ; but more people think that there should be something else wrong with this matter—although the prince has been quite absurd in the past few years, he is not stupid enough to make a king-killing succession at such a juncture in order to compete with his younger brother. stupid thing.

The result was quite unexpected.

The case was originally a secret interrogation, but suddenly there were rumors that the sixth prince was the real culprit. The prince seemed to use this to get rid of the suspicion and stabilize people's hearts, but in fact it gradually tilted the balance in the hearts of the ministers, and also caused unnecessary suspicion in the suspicious old emperor. guess.

The sixth prince who was involved was even more aggrieved for himself. He not only demanded a retrial of Wu Xie, but also sued the prince, claiming that there was something hidden about the collapse of the palace that was suppressed the year before last. He listed the evidence and bit back.

The above is the "truth" seen by most outsiders.

This city is full of wind and rain and cannot enter the strict sky prison. A few confessions have set off the fuse of the bloody storm. At this moment, he is lying leisurely in the cell to recuperate his wounds. He can even chat with the system in his brain while chewing soybeans.

"Yan Song made a wonderful move." Wu Xie said as he tapped his knuckles beside the dishes, "One confession and a few rumors, he stabbed the prince's lung with the hand of the sixth prince, and he himself picked it as the chief judge." You have to clean up, shake off the dirty things of the prince, and then I will make up the knife. With the character of the old emperor, the prince cannot be kept and must be destroyed; with the character of the prince, he is in prison but holds soldiers in his hands, and he must turn against him."

"The emperor should be able to see through this wave of operations that the chance of abolishing the prince is not high." The system said, "It will only be locked up to scare him."

"Scared?" Throwing a soy bean into his mouth, the man propped his chin with one hand, "The old emperor may just want to play a fake show, to explain to the world and the court, and at the same time to teach this son a lesson, but the prince have no idea."

Picking up another soybean, he sighed:

"Even if he knows, the prince is not sure what the old emperor really thinks. Put yourself in the position, if one day he is set up in a hunting ground, even if he is his own son, I am afraid he will not forgive him for his usual behavior—besides, if he wants to put the waste Is it true that there are still few people who actually acted like a prince? At least Yan Song is one of them."

"...People's hearts are really scary." The electronic voice lowered slightly.

"It's just a lack of trust." There was a faint pain from the scar, and Wu Xie changed into a more comfortable position, "The so-called employing people is not suspicious, and suspecting people is not necessary. The prince wants to use the power of the original owner to attack the opponent, but he is not willing to give it to the opponent. A little more trust, the original Wu Xie is not a fool, the immediate boss is so hesitant and capricious, how could the employees not find a way out for themselves."

"Then, does the host trust Yan Song?" the system asked, "Based on the current case, the host will definitely be sentenced. If the male host just uses you, and at the last moment, you don't take advantage of it, you will only die."

The man picked up the plate and poured half a bowl of soybeans, crunching in his mouth:

"Of course I believed him."

The system sorted out the data flow, and saw the host's sword eyebrows slightly relaxed, with a gentle smile, and the emotion plug-in was keenly aware of a strange chill.

"But just in case, it's better to nip some signs out." Wu Xie said.

After the system is silent for a few seconds, ask carefully:

"for example?"

"For example... Yan Lingwei?" The man's thin lips parted lightly, and his pupils were as deep as a pool. "The specific situation of this variable X should be settled early to make people feel at ease, right?"

Right, you are tall, this tone does not mean to ask for opinions at all!

Silently filtering out the content that has not yet been embodied as voice, the system is silent and silent.

……

After the collapse of the palace was exposed, the prince was once again pushed to the forefront. The grievances of the sixth prince were quickly taken seriously. Perhaps because the two sons were afraid that the two sons would fight each other forever, the emperor immediately ordered Wu Xie to be interrogated again. the truth.

When the torturer appeared outside the prison with a complicated expression, the man sitting against the wall just raised his eyes slightly. His expression was as usual, not even a trace of surprise, as if he had already expected such a situation.

"Commander Wu, please."

Seeing the other party's calm demeanor, the interrogator was annoyed for a moment.

He realized that the truth never seemed to be lifted before him, and even if he gained a moment of weakness from the torture, it was only a well-designed result-he became a pawn in the hands of others and was thoroughly used Bottom, but can't say anything.

Wu Xie got up calmly, probably because the whip wounds hadn't fully healed, and he still felt staggered when he walked, but he didn't get help after all, so he just followed them into the dark interrogation room, where there was already a person sitting there , drinking tea and waiting.

"coming?"

The man put the celadon on the small case, the graphite-colored round-neck robe turned an inconspicuous orange in the firelight, and the dark pattern of the dragon was light gray, resembling silver spots. There is a sense of distance at first sight.

"The guilty minister has seen His Highness."

"Commander Wu doesn't need to be too polite." The young man didn't even look out of the corner of his eye, and just said calmly, "Tie him up, and tie him up as you like."

The torture officer murmured in his heart, he thought this was a nostalgic, could it be another wrong sentence?Or... Could it be that His Highness feels cheated like him? !

Thinking about it this way, he felt that the logic became more logical. He also knew that the presiding interrogator this time was His Highness the Fourth Highness, but he did not expect that this statement would cause so many things. Now he probably just feels that he has been tricked, and naturally he can't take care of it. Those childhood friendships, I want to give each other a little bit of power.

The torturer, who thought he had figured it out properly, sent the jailer to hang the man on the torture rack, and asked respectfully how to execute the torture, but saw the young man propped up his chin with one hand, looked at the hanging man carefully, and asked casually road:

"What was the punishment last time?"

"Return to Your Highness, it's whipping."

Ling eyes flickered slightly, the Highness hummed lightly, seemingly not very interested in this, only said:

"Just use this."

The torture officer received the order, turned around and went to pick the whip from the rope rack, and several jailers stepped forward to take off the man's shirt—according to the usual practice, this punishment is to be suffered shirtless, and cold water needs to be poured on it to make the whip whip. Get up neat and clean, otherwise you won't be able to whip a few times, and the whip will be full of blood and flesh.

"Wait a minute." The person sitting on the armchair suddenly said, "You don't need to take off your clothes, just follow the rules."

Although they don't know what the meaning of this request is, the jailers dare not be presumptuous.

The man with a calm expression was first splashed with cold water by his pocket. The white prison clothes were thinly pasted on his smooth muscles, and the hastily tied black hair hung down one by one. His long eyelashes covered the emotions in his eyes. In the slaughtered goose, only a few inches of arrogance leaked from the tight corners of his lips.

With a barbed whip, I heard the crisp sound of cloth being torn.

The fourth prince finally put his eyes firmly on the man, but his expression was very flat. He watched the scene of blood flying and bruised skin indifferently, listening to the man's muffled groans and hunting wind, and did not call out to stop. .

It wasn't until the interrogator skillfully stopped the jailer's movements that he slowly clasped his fingers on his abdomen and said expressionlessly:

"Commander Wu, you should know what the purpose of our visit today is."

The man hanging on the wooden post was panting rapidly, as if his chest covered with red vines was heaving violently, but he only glanced at the person sitting on the chair through the gaps in his hair, and did not speak.

"You have to give an answer after all." The young man let go of his hands and stood up gracefully. "There is no difference between saying it now and after torture. Why bother—asking for trouble?"

"The confession has already been given by the guilty minister." Wu Xie looked at the other party coldly, "What is the meaning of the review now, please ask for instructions."

The thick-soled soap boots stood still in front of a small piece of blood accumulated on the ground. They stared at each other half a foot apart. The interrogator spoke in a low and compelling tone:

"Ask Xianting that day, besides the sixth younger brother, who else did you meet?"

"Only this one person." Seeing the suspicious eyes of the other party, the man showed a slight sarcastic smile, "Why, does your Highness think that the guilty minister can conjure other people out of thin air?"

"This, what the hall says doesn't count." Clean fingertips firmly pinched the man's disobedient chin, and a very blazing light was reflected in Ling Ling's eyes, "Commander Wu still needs to speak."

"The criminal can only tell His Highness." Grinning with white teeth, the prisoner's eyes were full of provocation, "I asked Xianting that day, except for the Sixth Highness, the criminal has never seen anyone before."

The conversation between the two made people tremble with fear. The former commander was really not afraid of death. His wealth and life were in the hands of the person in front of him, and he didn't even say a word of soft words... Although the torturer had already learned this , but it was the first time for him to be a bystander, which made his palms break out in cold sweat, for fear that the Fourth Highness would be so angry that he would disregard his image, do something beyond his control, hurt the criminals, and return to their responsibility...

It's just that what should come still has to come.

Although the prince controlled his emotions that were on the verge of going berserk, he did not let go of the hand holding him back. He just stared at the criminal in front of him, and threw cold words at them:

"This hall is going to interrogate him alone, you all go down."

This request is actually unreasonable, but everyone present knows well that now is the stage of gods fighting, and there is no room for them to meddle. If they accidentally hear something that shouldn't be heard, it is not beautiful to hurt Chi Yu—— The man raised objections, and when he left quietly, he even helped to close the narrow door used to cover it lightly.

The only thing left in the empty room was the man's heavy breathing.

The blood flowing in the fabric seeped into the belt, the man who couldn't hang his head could only maintain calm in the light and shadow, silently staring at the person in front of him, he looked extremely tired, but he held on after all.

"Thanks for your hard work."

The tone suddenly softened, the handsome young man showed a look of pity, his fingertips brushed the red skin beside the whip, the wound trembled slightly due to the temperature difference, seeing that the man did not push back, he approached and said softly:

"I sent someone to bring the best wound medicine, and I will rub some later, so don't treat yourself badly."

"Okay." Wu Xie replied, "Let Your Highness take care."

"It's just a small matter..."

During the blending of breathing, the gap between the lips and the lips was only half an inch. The man bowed his head and wanted to retreat, but was firmly imprisoned by the opponent's five fingers. The unbridled high desire in the eyes.

"Ah Xie."

This soft call made Wu Xie's heart tremble, and it almost made him feel that time and space were out of order.

"I never knew..." The Fourth Highness leaned over and murmured, "You can look so good-looking when you breathe."

This murmur was like a spring breeze passing by, brushing against my ears with a burst of warmth.

The man seemed to be shocked by this sentence, the black pupils of the pool were slightly rippling, Yan Song brushed away the man's black hair that was still dripping water, slightly caressed the hot skin that had been covered by his palm, and inexplicably spewed some water Thoughts, he is not a hesitant person, so he licked the light-colored lips of this man with the tip of his tongue according to his heart. He only wanted to taste it, but from the calmness of the other party who no longer flinched, he tasted a trace of extremely tenderness and tenderness. obedience.

The strong emotions that had been accumulated since the last farewell were almost full, and the desire to touch turned this action into a deeper plunder. Raw and tender soft things, at the moment of contact, the tingling pleasure of the scalp extends through the root of the tongue to the veins of the limbs, and runs through the spine.

From pinching to holding, they bit each other like wild beasts, and lingered like lovers, crazily absorbing each other's temperature, letting the touch gradually deepen and heat up, from intimacy to inseparability— — But before completely sinking, the soberness withdraws.

The chain shattered and hit the wooden pillar, and the aftertaste gradually dissipated. After calming down, the man calmly asked:

"How does it taste?"

"...It's fishy and salty."

After answering like this, the man kissed his lips again, and left a bite mark on his chin with the tip of his teeth, and then walked away slowly, sighing softly:

"Fortunately, I was already prepared."

Wu Xie's eyes fell on the dark dragon's fine lines soaked in blood, and he didn't speak.

When the torture officer came again, he saw that His Royal Highness had changed to a new tea, and when he asked, he said:

"The prisoner has already confessed. This matter has nothing to do with the Sixth Prince. It was all his idea, and he will naturally bear the blame - the confession is written as a pledge, and there is no need to disclose it to others."

Immediately grinding ink and writing, signing and drawing, Commander Wu didn't see the arrogance before, he just looked like he was waiting to die with his eyes closed. Even so, the mood of His Royal Highness seemed to have recovered a lot, and he said kindly to the other party:

"I'll see you again in a few days. Take care of yourself."

The interrogator felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to the back of his head—this man's attitude was more unpredictable than the clouds in the sky, and the bowl of water in his hand was really shaking from side to side. endlessly.

Carefully carrying the man back to the cell that had been cleaned, the interrogator huddled like a quail and memorized His Highness's instructions, and when he came back and ordered someone to give the prisoner medicine, for some reason, he felt that the other party Not to go to jail, but to find a place to avoid disaster.

Alas, that's all.

……

The results of the retrial of the hunting case came out soon - Wu Xie, the former military commander of the five cities, was found guilty.

It's just that this didn't make the prince's situation any better.

The truth exposed by the collapse of the palace became the string that really touched the bottom line of the old emperor.

The bloody wind above the sky of the imperial city, along with piles of dirt that emerged from the mud, frantically rushed to the unknown abyss ahead, waiting, and smashed the last line of defense.