Qin Huang, lie down obediently

The fallen leaf didn't answer me again, because it was taken away by the autumn wind and fell into the pool, ups and downs with the waves.

The autumn chrysanthemums along the way are still blooming one after another. They laugh at my downfall, my self-indulgent sentimentality, and even more so that I dare to compete with them for beauty even though I don’t have any salt.

The harem is full of flowers, and the peach blossoms that failed when I bloomed should have fallen into the mud with the wind, serving as silent nourishment.

It's just that my heart is higher than the sky, and I don't want to reincarnate in obscurity and wait for the next spring.

It's all what I deserve. If I had left earlier, I wouldn't have suffered so much, I wouldn't have suffered this cruel and inhuman punishment.

I came back here only half a day after I came out, and I was the only one in the palace who "had a special liking" for this place, sighing silently.

Wearing only unlined clothing, he was tied to an iron frame, his limbs were fixed by chains, his teeth were clenched, and he endured the water-soaked whip again and again.

The only cloth covering his body was also torn as the water whip fell, and bloodstains were attached to his body one by one.

The powerful jailer standing in front of him showed no respect, and whipped him hard, as if he was not beating a person, but a piece of wood that didn't know pain.

That's right, who would have believed that a person who could enter Ye Ting twice in a row without staying for a long time in between would be able to return to the king's side and be favored again?

"Look at your delicate skin and tender flesh, how can you be punished again? It's better to plead guilty earlier, maybe the king can remember some old feelings and give you a good funeral."

I didn't have the energy to speak anymore, I lowered my head and said nothing.

"When you come to Yeting, we don't care whether you are the master who was once glorious or not. No matter how wronged you are, you can only plead guilty under this cold instrument of torture. We can only blame you for not being as smart or as cruel as others."

Lifting his head slightly, staring at the jailer who was talking eloquently, he took a few breaths before he could speak: "I am not guilty, let Zhao Zheng come over, I want to tell him, I am not guilty!"

"Shushua" two whips, accurately slammed on my face, connected to my mouth.I couldn't even make an expression on my face, it hurt so much.Blood flowed into his mouth and he didn't even have the strength to spit it out.

"It's a godsend to give you a good face. You dare to call the king's name. It's really boring."

A jailer next to him came up to take the whip in his hand, "Since this water whip can't make him obey, let's get something else. Most of the servants here are the same servants as us, and few of them can be used in On the master, I think we have suffered from being the master many years ago, and now we can finally get it back."

My head was dazed, I could hear them but couldn't form words to refute the warning.

"It's said that ten fingers connect to the heart. If you use this woman's small iron needle to pry open his nails one by one, will he confess his crime soon?" one of the jailers suggested.

"Why don't you give it a try? If he confesses quickly, even though we have no playthings, we will be able to meet up soon." Another person echoed.

When I heard what they said, my mind suddenly cleared up a lot, "If you dare to do this, the king will not let you go!"

One of them patted my bruised face, it hurt so much! "If the king really cared about you, he wouldn't throw you into this Yeting. Who doesn't know that Yeting is a place to eat people? People who come here don't have a glorious net worth, so don't even think about leaving here."

"Stop talking to him, do it quickly, I want to see the sweet blood flowing out of his finger when the iron needle enters it." Another person urged.

They don't care about my resistance anymore, and I can't resist.Standing beside my two hands, holding my hand and bringing the iron needle closer.I clenched my fist tightly and refused to send it.

They actually directly stabbed the needle on the back of my hand. After a while of poking, they couldn't hold their hands tightly anymore. They straightened their fingers and inserted the cold iron needle.

"what!!!!!!!"

There are only two voices in my head: Confession?Can't plead guilty!

When they insert the sixth finger on both sides, all I can do is...

"I admit...I plead guilty..." In the end, I could only succumb to this little embroidery needle.

The revolutionary martyrs were indeed brave, and I couldn't compare to that in any way. The pain in my fingers went straight to my heart, and I couldn't even breathe from the pain.

"It's pretty bearable. Last time, he obeyed before he got stabbed in. He can do whatever he is asked to do."

They loosened the chains on my body, and without the restraints, I slumped on the ground, shaking my hands that were bleeding continuously, and my heart was so painful that I couldn't breathe.

They took a piece of paper, on which I wrote the process of "poisoning the king's heir".Now that it’s all written down, why do you have to let me suffer these punishments, just hold hands and press my fingerprints and it’s over?

It seems that it is not just that the king asked them to punish me, but they must also be "cared for" by some people, and they must make me suffer.

They gave me a scribe and asked me to sign on it, but where do I have the strength to hold a pen?Seeing that I was doing nothing, he took my hand and painted it with red ink, pressing it on the paper.

The already painful hand hurt a little more because of his rough tugging just now. I fell on the ground and gasped heavily, unable to move.

One of them shook the "guilt", "Damn it, it's easy to make a deal now, you take it out to that person, and say that everything he explained is done, and you can go back and get some rewards."

Indeed it is!

"Why don't you go?" another asked him.

"I'm just curious, how does this man serve a man? Even though he looks injured, he's still stunning." After speaking, he licked his naturally purple lips.

I feel sick for a while, the people in the palace are really perverted.