How to Survive As a Villain

In the dark and gloomy dark room, the candles flickered on and off, and the strange flames made people flustered.

In the middle of the dark room, Yan Heqing's hands were bound by iron chains and hung high. His hair was loose, his upper body was naked, and his whole body was covered with shocking whip wounds. Guanshi Feng looked at Yan Heqing while playing with the iron whip in his hand. The whip has barbs, and every swipe can cut people's skin to bloody splashes.

"Does it hurt?" Feng Guanshi smiled, stretched out his hand to press the wound on Yan Heqing's body, and brutally tore it open.

"Well..." Yan Heqing began to tremble uncontrollably, and a painful and suppressed moan came out of his throat.

"Tell me, when did you start conspiring against Prince Wu Ning? Where is the evidence? Oh, just listen to me. Say it quickly. If you say it, you don't have to suffer anymore. Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain." " Guanshi Feng was kind and persuasive.

Unexpectedly, Yan Heqing didn't appreciate it, instead he sneered, his tone full of sarcasm.

Guanshi Feng shook his head helplessly, and lashed Yan Heqing's body with another whip. The barbs hooked up flesh and blood, creating deep wounds. Yan Heqing swallowed the screams and whimpers, almost out of breath in pain. Come.

"In this situation, you can't escape. Why don't you speak out quickly to save you? Are you still waiting for the emperor to save you?" Feng Guanshi shook the whip in his hand, and threw the blood in the corner , "Wake up, you conspired with them to rebel, but you almost killed the emperor."

Yan Heqing's breathing stagnated, and then he gasped in pain.

"If you can't stand it, just say it. It would be good if you also tell about the collusion with Lord Wuning. Anyway, you will die anyway, so it's better to die quickly." Feng Guanshi thought that Yan Heqing couldn't take it anymore. , so he tried to persuade him with nice words, but Yan Heqing still didn't speak.

Manager Feng said yes twice, then casually threw the iron whip aside, took a shovel from the wall covered with torture instruments, and put it into the red-hot charcoal fire in the center of the dark room.

Because of the pain, Yan Heqing was breathing heavily, and the sound of panting and the hiss of the hot shovel blended together, which sounded extremely terrifying.

"I'm kind enough to tell you." Steward Feng flipped the shovel in the charcoal fire and said casually, "None of my methods can catch Mr. Zhao's eyes. You know he has a kind of medicinal powder. Do people feel itchy and painful, like ten thousand ants gnawing on them? Ouch, I saw that person die so badly, his whole body was scratched to the point of festering, so I advise you, speak up early, don’t suffer .”

Seeing that Yan Heqing was still silent, Guanshi Feng picked up the red-hot shovel, walked up to Yan Heqing, and blew the shovel artificially on his face, creating a wave of heat: "Say? Tell me, why are you so stupid?"

"Okay, I'll persuade you as well. Since you are stubborn, don't blame me." Steward Feng shook his head, making a gesture to burn the shovel on Yan Heqing's chest.

"Stop!!" With an angry shout accompanied by the sound of the darkroom door being kicked open suddenly, Steward Feng shook his hand, and the shovel fell to the ground.

Xiao Yu'an saw Yan Heqing's miserable appearance in the dark room at a glance, and he couldn't breathe right away.

"Your Majesty?!" Steward Feng was so frightened that he fell to his knees, his face ashen ashes.

Xiao Yu'an didn't bother to pay attention to him, he stepped forward quickly and untied the iron chain on Yan Heqing's wrist, Yan Heqing couldn't stand up at all, and fell straight into Xiao Yu'an's arms.

Xiao Yu'an didn't dare to hesitate, and hurried to the imperial physician's hall with support.

Yan Heqing was in a coma for a whole day, but still did not wake up.

Xiao Yu'an paced back and forth in the Imperial Physician's Hall, the old Imperial Physician appeased him fearfully: "Your Majesty, don't worry, his life is not in danger."

Xiao Yu'an nodded, saw the old doctor making medicine there, walked over a few steps, and stretched out his hand: "Let me make it."

The old doctor turned pale with shock: "Your Majesty! How could the old minister let the Emperor do such a thing!"

Xiao Yu'an took the medicine hammer: "I release the pressure."

As he spoke, he disregarded the old doctor's stop, and savagely punched him twice, the old doctor was about to have a heart attack.

Xiao Yu'an was in a bad mood.

Extremely bad, he gradually discovered one thing, no matter how he changed the plot of the original work before, the overall direction seemed to be pulled back by invisible forces.

But after Hongxiu died for himself, Xiao Yu'an didn't want to sit still, he wanted to change something.

Because his life was no longer simply his life, but also the life of the young king of the Northern Kingdom that Hongxiu had saved.

Suddenly, the sound of the porcelain bowl falling to the ground and Yan Heqing's cough came from the inner room, both Xiao Yu'an and the old doctor were taken aback, Xiao Yu'an stood up abruptly, and then paused.

The old imperial doctor hurried into the inner room, and hurried out again, telling Xiao Yu'an: "Your Majesty, he is awake."

Xiao Yu'an nodded, walked to the door of the inner room a few steps, but didn't go in immediately.

Xiao Yu'an has always tried to treat himself as an outsider, and there is a very important reason: he doesn't know how to weigh Bei Guo and Yan Heqing.

He thought that he could always ignore the contradiction between the two, and protect Yan Heqing while making Beiguo stronger.

But in this world, there is no way to have both.

Hongxiu's Fragrant Disappearing Jade Death made Xiao Yu'an completely awake, and made him understand that he was never an outsider, never was, if it was before, Xiao Yu'an would hesitate between the two.

But now he won't.

He couldn't live up to Hongxiu's death.

Absolutely not.

Xiao Yu'an took a deep breath, pushed the door open and entered.

Yan Heqing was sitting on the bed, bent down trying to pick up the porcelain bowl he dropped when he woke up, Xiao Yuan walked in, picked up the porcelain bowl, put it beside the bed, looked at Yan Heqing and asked: "Are you okay? how?"

Yan Heqing nodded, endured the pain in his body, and took a breath.

"Then you have a good rest. I'll come back to find you tomorrow night and let me know if I have something to say." Xiao Yu'an secretly clenched his hands behind his back.

Yan Heqing watched Xiao Yu'an turn around, and a sense of uneasiness gradually surged from the bottom of his heart. He had vaguely felt this kind of feeling before, but now it became more and more intense. "Xiao Yu'an." Yan Heqing suddenly called out to stop him.

Xiao Yu'an turned his head slowly, his warm black eyes met Yan Heqing's.

Yan Heqing suddenly realized where the anxiety came from.

Ever since Prince Wuning's accident and Hongxiu's death, Xiao Yu'an never smiled at him again.

"Yan Heqing." Xiao Yu'an opened his mouth slowly, as if he was making a decision, and finally, he continued, his words stopped, like the silver light on a sharp knife, extremely cruel, "You should call me the emperor."

Yan Heqing's breathing was stagnant, his back straightened suddenly, he opened his mouth blankly, as if he wanted to answer something, but he couldn't say anything.

Xiao Yu'an didn't stay any longer, he opened the door and went out, leaving Yan Heqing alone in the inner room.

After a long time, Yan Heqing lowered his head and tightly grasped his chest. There was a wound there, and the pain began to stimulate the nerves when he touched it, but Yan Heqing seemed ignorant and just pressed his heart tightly, because compared with external injuries, some places It made him even more miserable.