Your Majesty, I am not worthy

Rong Mu went for Hua Huaiyin.

The petty official directly brought him to the Huahuai Yin Prison. In the cold and silent square cage, a man with disheveled hair was leaning against the cold wall, his eyes closed with a sleepy expression, and he was dying at the moment.

It seems that there is no need to use torture, and the breath will be gone in the next moment.

But Hua Huaiyin heard the sound in a haze, and then raised his head slowly, seeing Rong Mu and Chu Yuheng, his pupils suddenly widened, and the movement of wanting to get up was accompanied by the heavy sound of handcuffs and feet, and he was still chanting wearing something.

Rong Mu seemed to have been summoned by his blood relatives, and his heart was tinged with a slight pain, but before he heard what Tsinghua Huaiyin was saying, he heard the sound of Li.

When Wen Li saw each other now, he was no exception with a smile: "My minister sees Your Majesty."

After getting up, Wen Li saw that Rong Mu was also there, and jokingly said, "It's hard for Mr. Prime Minister to come to the prison for a walk in such a cold day."

Chu Yuheng didn't expect that the two would meet now: "He just came to see Hua Huaiyin."

"But didn't your majesty say that this case was handed over to the minister for review? What does it mean that the prime minister is here?"

Wen Li spoke recklessly, but Chu Yuheng was concerned about Rong Mu's expression first.

Seeing that Rong Mu's expression remained unchanged, Chu Yuheng said: "Just take a look, I don't want to interfere with the case you want to investigate."

Wen Li's eyes swept across the white-clothed Rong Mu, with unclear meaning: "That's good."

In my impression, every time Rong Mu sees Wen Li, Wen Li smiles heartily.

That smile was worry-free and speechless, as if she had been spoiled since she was a child, and even now Wen Li still has a fresh youthful look on her body.

Wen Li is indeed the one who is doted on.

Yesterday, Rong Mu also heard from Chu Yumi about Wen Li's origins. Wen Li was the little prince of the enemy country. He first grew up in the royal family. Circled to the palace.

Therefore, when Chu Yumi talked about Wen Li's life experience, he sneered.

But Rong Mu felt that Li's fate was good.

There are people pampering him everywhere, and when he is down and down, he has Chu Yuheng backing him up in Haojing, so he is a blessed person.

The two were still chatting about the case in the prison, and Rong Mu, who was inexplicably excluded, chatted in every possible way. From time to time, Chu Yuheng would ask him for his opinion, Rong Mu responded to the emperor's words with a smile, and never said much.

And when Chu Yuheng saw that Rong Mu really only took one look at Hua Huaiyin and then turned to leave, he slowly felt relieved.

Before, he doubted whether Rong Mu was interested in Hua Huaiyin, but when he saw it today, Hua Huaiyin's dilapidated appearance was not decent, and the only clean face was also ordinary.

Chu Yuheng became more and more sure that even if Rong Mu wanted to find someone new, he would not go to Hua Huaiyin.

What's more, Rong Mu was more interested in the sky prison, looking around, his eyes were still shining, Chu Yuheng thought it was because he remembered the days when he was a Tingwei.

There were two people when they came, but there were more Wen Li when they left.

The sky prison was lifeless, and most of the people who could be imprisoned here were the most heinous. Wen Li was not afraid of the gloomy atmosphere. When he walked to the bloody and brutal torture room, he showed it to the two of them.

"I used to only know that your Majesty's territory is vast and rich in land and resources, but I didn't know that this punishment instrument is also ingenious." Wen Li pointed to the long whip hanging on the wall, and he was not afraid. A whip made of twisted bronze."

Seeing it in Rong Mu's eyes, the originally gentle smile was still on his lips, as if frozen.

When Wen Li took it off and let him try it, Rong Mu pursed his lips and retreated a few steps: "No need."

"He hates blood." The man next to Rong Mu blocked it for him. Later, Chu Yuheng became interested, as if he had found something fun, he took the whip and held it in his hand: "I am also the number one!" The first time I saw it, this whip is really powerful and heavy."

"Not only does it look powerful, but the execution power is also not small. It is easier to tear the skin than ordinary whips. Hua Huaiyin used this whip for his leg. Now his flesh and blood are flying. It is estimated that after a few more strokes, he will press the confession document. .”

Wen Li said it lightly, as if being tortured into a trick is not something that is unworthy of the stage. Hearing this, Chu Yuheng was full of praise for the whip: "The most heinous people are imprisoned here, and they really deserve to suffer."

Chu Yuheng's sentence "The crime is extremely evil" is so easy.

Entering the sky prison is like entering the gate of hell with half a foot.

Life and death depends entirely on the mouth of the judge. The lucky ones surrender and plead guilty after three or five whips, and the unfortunate ones lose their lives and have nowhere to go.

Rong Mu remained silent as before, thinking of the tragic situation of Hua Huaiyin he had just seen in his mind, and the joints of his back spine hidden under the thick cloak felt cold and cracked for a while.

Because of this kind of whipping, he also suffered...

Waiting for him to get out of the prison, Rong Mu was listless.

Chu Yuheng squinted away, taking it unconsciously into his eyes: "The sky prison is here, and people have seen it too. Ah Mu, why do you have to return this look?"

The wind in the warm winter sun is already very cold.

Just like what a man said when he got up heartlessly, it was very hurtful.

Rong Mu raised his eyes, his eyes were as lonely as Dong Xue: "My minister is cold."

When Rong Mu spoke, the word "cold" was bitten lightly, which brought a slight sense of fragility. He was stunned for a moment, and Chu Yuheng immediately said nervously: "I said yesterday that it's cold in the sky. My body can't bear it."

Chu Yuheng wanted to say more, but seeing Rong Mu's pale face, he held back what he said, and suddenly picked him up.

Rong Mu's eyes trembled when his feet left the ground. Seeing the man's smooth and tight jaw, Rong Mu fixed his eyes slightly annoyed: "Your Majesty, let me down quickly."

"Don't let it go."

Chu Yuheng still hugged the person tightly and didn't let go. Seeing that the person in his arms seemed to be breaking free, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, with a sense of rogue, "There are no outsiders here, so you don't have to worry, Mu."

Rong Mu was worried that he would be seen by someone who broke his mouth, and he was even more afraid of being seen by Wen Li.

Wen Li, Chu Yuheng and him were already entangled endlessly, if Wen Li saw it, they would have conflicts in the future and he would be the trigger for the quarrel.

After all, he was the one who planned to leave, and he really didn't want to create a barrier between the two before leaving.

But fortunately, the sedan chair was not far away, and after getting on the sedan chair, Rong Mu found a seat farther away.

But the body is exhausted after all, and with the charcoal fire burning in the slow-moving sedan chair, it is warm and suitable for sleeping, Rong Mu couldn't help leaning against the window to take a nap.

Chu Yuheng watched Rong Mu take a rest quietly, and walked forward unhurriedly.

It is rare for him to have the opportunity to walk with Rong Mu. Usually, he was waiting for Rong Mu to come in the imperial study, or the two of them met quietly from a long distance when they went to court. Now seeing Rong Mu's cold appearance, Chu Yu Heng held his hand impulsively.

"Hands are so cold."

The man leaning back on the chair wrapped Rong Mu's hands with his big palms. Seeing him closing his eyes, Chu Yuheng was still warming his hands, and murmured to himself: "Recently, I've become more obedient when I'm asleep."

Rong Mu's drooping eyelashes flickered, and soon returned to calm.

Yeah, why are his hands so cold...

It seemed that he hadn't warmed up since he returned to Beijing.