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No matter who you used to be, even if the emperor came here, I will take care of you. In this place, I am the oldest, get up—"

"Hmm..." Bao Rong was kicked by him and turned over. After struggling twice with his limp limbs, he collapsed on the ground again and remained motionless.

"Heh...heh..." The jailer chuckled a few times, then turned around and ordered sharply at the strong man behind him, "Drag him out for me, I want to see how hard his bones are .”

The big man took the order, bent over and pulled up the iron shackles binding Baorong's hands, and dragged him outside the cell.

Baorong's original court uniform had been changed before entering the prison, and now he was wearing a snow-white prison uniform.The big man dragged him all the way into a dark room that was closed on all sides. The material of the prison uniform was very thin. After this journey of torture, the clothes on the back had long been worn out, and the skin on his face seemed to have a layer of skin torn. The blood seeped out.

Xu, the jailer behind him, was retaliating, pretending to be indifferent, and stepped hard on Bao Rong's left ankle.

"Ah──" A shrill scream instantly shocked the entire dark room.

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"My lord Zhang, the prisoner who assassinated the emperor has been brought here." The expression on the jailer's face changed so quickly that it was hard to catch. Just now he had a sneering and disdainful face, but when he turned his face to Zhang Qingfeng, the minister of the Ministry of punishment, who was directly in front of him. At that time, he became respectful in an instant, as if meeting his ancestors, he prostrated himself on the ground and made a big salute.

But Zhang Qingfeng didn't seem to agree with him, he didn't even glance at him, he just stared fixedly at the shabby prisoner, his eyes as cold as the bottom of the sea showed no pity.

"Zhang...Master Zhang...how...how to deal with this sinner?" The jailer raised his head slightly, carefully observed Zhang Qingfeng's face, and asked softly.

"Let him sit on that chair and bind his hands and feet." Zhang Qingfeng said coldly, those sharp words were like sharp knives tearing through the air, piercing into the hearts of everyone in the dark room heart.

They all know what it means for Zhang Qingfeng to let the criminal sit on the chair. If he is not a heinous person, he would rarely set up that chair, but today, it stands there so clearly, People saw it, and felt frightened, and broke out in cold sweat.

The chair is not an ordinary chair, but a copper chair made of high-quality bronze. The chair surface and the chair back look smooth and flat, but these are all illusions. In fact, there is a raised approximately The button on the fingernail cover laughs, as long as you press the button, there will be small thorns with tiny barbs like thorns on the seat surface and the back of the chair. There will only be countless small blood spots left in the wound, if it's just like this, it's fine, but it's not over yet, there is a strange and rare poison smeared on those thorny barbs, this Although this kind of poison will not kill people, it can make life worse than death, hundreds or even thousands of times more terrifying than death.

Hearing the words, the jailer was overjoyed, and hurriedly kowtowed to Zhang Qingfeng a few times, jumped up from the ground like a monkey, and waved his hands at the big man behind him.

The big man was five big and three thick, and the ground almost shook several times when he walked. He easily picked up Bao Rong and threw him into the chair viciously. It seemed that the impact was too strong, shaking Bao Rong When he came back to his senses, he didn't even have time to see the surrounding scene clearly, so he opened his mouth and yelled, "Where is the emperor, where is the emperor, how is he, I want to see him, I want to..."

While shouting, he was about to jump off the chair, but was quickly stopped by the big man.

"Shut up! Don't look where this is, just make such a loud noise, and if you yell again, be careful to cut your tongue." The jailer rolled his eyes at Baorong viciously, and at the same time, secretly turned to Zhang Qingfeng who was behind him. After looking at him twice, he still had an expressionless face, and he couldn't figure out what he was thinking for a while, so he could only show off his quick tongue. If Zhang Qingfeng was not here, he swore, It's no longer a ghost to beat this annoying person a long time ago.

"What are you still doing in a daze, didn't you hear Master Zhang's order just now, tie up his hands and feet!" He lowered his voice to remind the big man beside him.

The big man was stunned for a moment, and then tightly bound Baorong's limbs to the two armrests and two chair legs with extremely fast and powerful force.

The copper chair was like a block of ice, emitting a thin layer of white air, which instantly turned Bao Rong's exposed skin into a blue-white color. Bao Rong was very restless, constantly struggling with his limbs and twisting He leaned back and yelled to let me out, I want to see the emperor, the jailer obviously showed an impatient look on his face, but without Zhang Qingfeng's order, how dare he use lynching, unless he doesn't want to My head was gone, so after sighing a few times, I could only bite the bullet and endure it.

"Let me ask you, what's your name?" Zhang Qingfeng finally spoke.

Baorong just looked at him a few times, and then shouted at him desperately, "Let me meet the emperor, let me meet the emperor, I won't tell you, I won't tell you anything, Won't……"

Zhang Qingfeng waved his hands to the two bare-chested guards behind him, and saw the two nod their heads in a low voice, and then walked towards Baorong. The jailer was startled, but immediately realized that A good show was about to be staged, so he winked at the big man, and both retreated to the corner.

"I'll ask you again, what's your name."

"I want to see the emperor──" Bao Rong turned a deaf ear to his words, and continued to answer the same as before, and his tone was even crazier.

"Come here, slap your mouth and hit him until he understands how to speak to me."

Before Bao Rong could understand what was going on, suddenly a strong force hit the left cheek hard, and really threw his face to the left.The burning pain spread across his fair face in an instant, and before he had time to adapt to the pain, he was hit hard on his right cheek again.

He seemed to have been woken up a bit, and then he began to look at the surrounding environment with foggy eyes.

Here, it is no longer the prison cell he stayed in before, but an airtight dark room, and he looked down at his hands and feet, and instinctively moved again, but what he got in exchange was a burst of heart-wrenching pain. Pain, he raised his head slowly again, although his face was swung to the left and to the right for a while, but he still saw the man sitting in the front——Zhang Qingfeng clearly.

Seeing it was him, Bao Rong's heart went cold, and the little hope he had originally was also shattered by the appearance of this person.

He glanced at his mouth self-deprecatingly, smiled bleakly, and tears began to flow down his cheeks drop by drop.But in a trance, he suddenly remembered what Xiao Yan had said to him.

"Rong'er, don't cry, you know, what am I most afraid of in my life? The thing I am most afraid of is - you shed tears."

Bao Rong opened his eyes wide, bit his lips, trying to restrain the remaining tears from rolling out of his eyes, he stopped crying, he couldn't cry, he didn't want to make that person sad, really... didn't want...

The sound of applause was endless.The palm of the foot of Jin Dao hit him hard on the face like raindrops, and his whole body was beaten backwards and fell on the back of the chair. Bao Rong didn't cry anymore. In the painful struggle, he was just in a daze. To see those hands go up and down, up and down again...

However, despite his hard work, those unsatisfactory tears still rolled out again, and they were even more turbulent.

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He didn't cry hoarsely, but felt that the face was no longer his own. It gradually became numb, he couldn't feel the pain, he couldn't feel the warm gas from his nose, and in his brain, he couldn't feel it. A few of Xiao Yan's gentle smiling faces flashed indistinctly, as if they were constantly calling his name, Rong'er, Rong'er...

Maybe, I will be beaten to death like this!As he thought about it, another slap made his eyes black and he passed out.

"Master Zhang, fainted." The two guards stopped, turned to face Zhang Qingfeng and said.

"Really?" His voice was surprisingly calm, but there was a icy chuckle at the end, "Since he is dizzy, let me wake him up with ice water."

"Yes!" The two of them took orders, and one of them went to the side to get a bucket and came back, lifted it up and poured it over Baorong's head.

Bao Rong shivered all over, his face became hotter and hotter. For a moment, he almost felt that his face was on fire, and he began to instinctively struggle with his hands in the tight thick rope, trying to extinguish it.

But in the end, he realized that all he had done was in vain.

"If you don't want to continue to suffer, just answer the official's question honestly."

Baorong's face was swollen, Lao Gao's face was bruised and purple, and the corners of his mouth were covered with blood. He couldn't see the original delicate and handsome face at all, as if he had been stung by a bee. Ugly.

Xu was in severe pain, Bao Rong nodded silently.

"Okay, I want to ask you, what's your name."

"Xue... Xue... Bao... Rong." Bao Rong's lips were swollen so high that even the tone of his voice changed, becoming thinner, rough, hoarse, and indistinct.

Hearing the words, Qingfeng lowered his head, picked up the pen, and wrote on the white rice paper.