Gao Yurong stood beside her and sneered: "If she had no affection and righteousness, how could the Empress have such an opportunity?"

After saying that, she turned her head again and looked at Feng Qianyan who was standing on the other side, silent and cold in her eyes.

"Pin Kang, what are you thinking?"

Feng Qianyan did not look back at them, and her eyes were still staring at the back that was almost disappearing in the dazzling sunlight in front of her, and said deeply: "There is affection and righteousness..."

“…”

"It's because she got the emperor's favor?"

Wu Wan and Gao Yurong looked at each other.

A cold smile appeared on Feng Qianyan's face, and even under such a hot sun, it was still as cold as ice.

The originally clear sky gradually became dark after passing Shen.

Large dark clouds floated from somewhere, covering the sky. Although they blocked the dazzling sunshine, they still felt a suffocating and stuffy feeling.

However, in the dungeon, you can't even feel the passage of time.

Everything here is just dead silent.

But there was a little sound, and it came through the dark and wet corridor, and it was the sound of a drop of water falling on the ground.

The second drop, the third drop.

As we get closer, we can hear a person's difficult breathing. Every breath seems so cramped, as if accompanied by endless pain.

It's Jian Ruocheng.

He was tied to the torture frame, from his neck, to the back of his arms, and to his entire back, all of which were ferocious and shockingly wounded.

That day under the Chongen Tower, when the fire demon was raging and almost swallowing Nanyan, he took Nanyan into his arms without thinking and resisted the invasion for her, but because of that, his entire back was burned.

But Nanyan didn't know.

At that moment, there were only people in Chongenta in her heart and eyes.

but

That's fine.

Thinking of this, Jian Ruocheng, who had been suffering from pain and torture for too long and was almost fainted, but was always pulled back by severe pain, had a faint smile on his lips.

That's fine.

As long as she is safe and happy, she can still love what she loves.

Just as he was thinking this way, a cold voice came from his ears

"You can still laugh."

“…”

Jian Ruocheng frowned slightly, and he slowly raised his head and looked at the shaking figures in front of him. Because of the backlight, he could not see clearly the people who tortured him. Even after being thrown into this cold, bloody dungeon, he had completely lost his ability to perceive.

One by one, the torture instruments left invisible wounds on him.

But it was a biting pain.

His hands were completely unconscious, but he was tied to the torture frame by iron chains, which made him unable to fall down.

Blood dripped down his weak fingertips, along the hair scattered on his forehead.

He spoke, his voice so hoarse that it was no longer his voice.

"Why can't I laugh?"

The person on the opposite side snorted coldly, raised his hand, and the whip dipped in water was like a poisonous snake, slapped him hard.

"Um!"

Although the skin had already bloomed, the scorching pain still spread to the heart again.

Jian Ruocheng couldn't scream, only a low roar and moan rolling in his throat.

The other party was not ruthless at all. With a wave of his backhand, the whip whipped him again, whipping the already ragged prison uniform into pieces, and blood poured out again.

"explain!"

"Is it you who murdered the emperor!"

"Who else do you have?"

"Explain all your accomplices!"

...

After a whip, the air was filled with blood.

There was no place in Jian Ruocheng's body, and even the tips of the whip were completely dyed red and blood dripped.

However, he gritted his teeth and said word by word: "I have already said it, it's not me."

“…”

"The assassination of the emperor has nothing to do with us."

"You dare to say no?"

Several prisoners approached him with a ferocious look on their faces and said viciously: "It's clearly you, taking advantage of the emperor's entry into Chong'en Tower to sacrifice and burn Chong'en Tower with rockets, trying to kill the emperor!"

"A person like you will never be jealous of death!"

"As long as you confess your guilt and seal it now, we can give you a happy time."

“…”

Hearing this sentence, Jian Ruocheng slowly raised his head.

His face was pale, his cheeks were covered with his own blood, and his eyes were also congested and red, but those eyes had a penetrating power that could see through people's hearts.

The prison guard's heart trembled slightly by his glance, and he subconsciously took a step back.

Jian Ruocheng said: "You want me to confess."

“…”

"After I confess my guilt, you can push all the charges on me?"

Several people looked at each other.

There was a trace of danger in his eyes and he said coldly: "It's not that we blame you for your crime, but that these things were originally done by you!"

“…”

"As long as you admit it, you can give you some fun."

"The dignified second-year-old Jian, the former Right Chief of the Secretariat, does not have to suffer such pain, right?"

Jian Ruocheng fell silent.

He looked at the blurry figures in front of him, especially after the execution just now, his face was even more bloody, which made his eyes dye red.

Looking at these people, he smiled coldly.

"I have been open-minded all my life, and I will recognize what I have done."

“…”

"I haven't done anything, and no one can force me to recognize it!"

When those people heard what he said, they all frowned.

One of them gritted his teeth and said grimly: "You still dare to be stubborn?"

After saying that, he raised his hand and wanted to whip him again, and at this moment, a person behind him stopped him.

That was the leader of the prison guard.

He looked at Jian Ruocheng, sneered, and said, "It's worthy of being Jian Tongguang's son, he really has a strong character."

As soon as he heard the three words "Jian Tongguang", Jian Ruocheng's heart trembled.

The other party sneered and said, "I heard that before Mr. Jian was wiped out, the most concerned thing in his life was his students. I don't know if his son had such a heart."

Jian Ruocheng's breathing was suffocated.

"What do you mean?!"

The other party didn't say anything.

But at this moment, in the originally quiet dungeon, he suddenly heard a shrill shout from afar.

"ah!"

As soon as he heard the voice, Jian Ruocheng's whole body stiffened.

He suddenly raised his head, seeing nothing in this cell, but more and more young, familiar voices came from all directions.

They were crying in pain, moaning, and screaming in a scattered manner.

Yes, the students of Zhujian Academy!
Chapter completed!