Jun Jiuling

Reward the spirit beast egg for Smiling Feifei (5.16)

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Although the skin was not really peeled off, the pain was no less than that. The body of the person on the wooden bed shook violently, and the hands on the wooden bed were also clenched violently.

But he was still facing inward, and he didn't grunt at all.

"Zhu Zan, why are you doing this?" Lu Yunqi said.

As the speaker walked from the darkness to the light of the torch, behind him was a stooped old man holding a medicine bowl in his hand.

The smell of medicine covered by the rancid smell emanates from it.

When he said this, the person on the wooden bed turned his head.

"Lu Xiaozao, you low-spirited thing deserves to call me by my name?" Zhu Zan said, "It seems that you haven't beaten you in the past few years, and your memory is not good."

Jin Yiwei on both sides looked angry and wanted to step forward, but Lu Yunqi raised his hand to stop him, his face flickered under the light of the jumping torch, and he was still expressionless.

"Master, in fact, you don't need to kill Huang Ziqing." He said, "Even if he wants to impeach you father and son, the emperor may not necessarily listen."

Zhu Zan looked up at him and smiled.

"Is this how you tried to extort confessions and frame up?" He said, "With your **** level, if you don't sell your conscience, it's your turn for Jin Yiwei to show off."

These words made the two Jin Yiwei even more annoyed, but seeing that Lu Yunqi didn't signal, and his eyes darkened, it seemed that he thought of something because of Zhu Zan's words.

There is nothing special about this.

But many people who entered the imperial prison yelled like this, or spoke satirically.

However, if Lu Yunqi cared about it just because people scolded him a few words, he wouldn't have lived till now.

Could it be because it was Zhu Zan who cursed?

Firstly, it was his status as the son of Duke Cheng, and secondly, it was said that Lu Yunqi was assigned to lead the horse to the son of Duke Cheng who came to the capital.

Maybe there was a grudge? Or did you think of the humbleness of being a servant?

The experience of a person when he was young can always affect his emotions for a lifetime, and this is the most clear to the guards who are the best at torture and extorting confessions.

They're also pretty good at using this against whoever falls into their hands.

Lu Yunqi couldn't have been pierced through this weakness so easily, could he?

In surprise, Lu Yunqi's eyes returned to normal.

"Since this is the case, you should do your best not to let the elder son look down on you." He said numbly, then turned around and stepped into the darkness.

The two Jin Yiwei immediately regained their energy. For them, torturing prisoners is already a hobby, just like those gamblers who are refreshed when they hear the sound of dice.

As for who is being tortured, they don't care at all, as long as they are thrown into this prison, as long as Lu Yun's order is issued, the prince and princess are the same.

Seeing the two reaching out to pick up Zhu Zan on the wooden bed, the stooped old man who followed Lu Yunqi in as silently as a shadow took a step forward.

"Don't worry, don't worry." His voice was hoarse and dry, "My son hasn't taken any medicine yet."

"Old ghost, what kind of medicine do you want to use again?" The two Jin Yiwei said with displeasure at being interrupted.

The old man who was called the old ghost coughed and walked forward holding the medicine bowl in his hand, looking at Zhu Zan on the door panel, with the torch shining on his wound from the stick.

Excitement and joy also appeared on the old ghost's face, as if he saw the jade body of an oiran in a brothel lying in front of him.

"The execution methods of the eunuchs in this palace are becoming more and more severe." He said, "Look at the wounds are so beautiful."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pressed it, and rubbed it twice in the bloody flesh, just like a child playing with mud.

Zhu Zan's body trembled, but he still didn't cry out in pain.

"Grass." He said, frowning at the old ghost, "I should send you to Zhenbei, and let you have enough fun."

The old ghost laughed, and took up his hand, which was already covered with blood.

"Master, don't scold me." He said, "I'm going to heal your wounds, don't get me wrong, I'm not a bad person like them."

He coughed and laughed again, revealing the broken teeth in his mouth.

"I am a doctor."

"I'm here to see a doctor for those who are tortured, lest you die if you can't bear the punishment."

He said and pointed to the two brocade guards next to him.

"They have a hundred ways to make people die, but I have a hundred ways to make people unable to die."

The more he talked, the more excited he became.

"I heard that Miss Jun can stop life and bring death back to life, does that count as the same for me?"

This sentence came out, before Zhu Zan could say anything, the two Jin Yiwei next to him slammed.

"Old ghost, do your own thing and stop talking." They shouted, "Miss Jun is something you can mention."

The old ghost obviously also noticed his loss of composure, and a bit of uneasiness and panic appeared on his originally happy face.

"I didn't do it on purpose." He muttered, "I'm not being disrespectful, I have a lot of admiration for Miss Jun."

As he spoke, he reached out and dug a handful from the medicine bowl, and applied the black plaster on Zhu Zan's wound like painting a wall.

This movement and the medicine made Zhu Zan's body tremble, and his hands also tightly grasped the sides of the bed board, his teeth were clenched, and he still couldn't get out the muffled groan.

"With my medicine, they can use the criminal law against you, just use it casually, and you won't be afraid that you won't be able to bear it and die."

The voice of the old ghost was broken in the cramped cell, and the torch cast his crooked figure on the wall, like an old tree with dead branches swaying in the wind.

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Miss Jun sat up from the bed. The sky outside was getting bright, and it was obvious that it was not the time she was used to waking up.

Probably because she was dreaming.

In order to ensure her sleep, she often uses some methods before going to bed.

These methods allow her to sleep well without dreaming.

Dreaming is the most disturbing thing.

But this time she was still dreaming.

The dream is short and simple, neither scary nor sentimental.

She dreamed of Duke Cheng, who was still sitting in his father's study, reaching out to her.

A candied fruit in the open palm.

"Do you like to eat?" He smiled gently, his whole face was as bright as the sun, "Take it and eat it."

She woke up without taking the candied fruit.

Looking at the thick green scenery in late spring outside the window, Miss Jun let out a breath, got up and got out of bed.

"Are you going out? Where are you going? No one has sought medical attention recently."

After breakfast, Fang Jinxiu frowned when she heard Miss Jun's words.

It's such a mess at this time, it's better not to go out.

"I'm not looking for someone to see a doctor, I'm looking for Zhang Baotang." Miss Jun said, "I want to know how they plan to save Zhu Zan."