Chapter 68: It broke our hearts

In the dark dark room, the candle flickered and the strange fire was flustered.
In the middle of the darkroom, the hands of the river were tied by iron chains, and they were lifted high. His hair was scattered, his upper body was naked, and his body was shocked by the whip. Feng Guan looked at the river and watched the iron whip. The whip brought a barb, and every time you pumped it, you could smear the skin of your body.
"It hurts?" Feng Guanxiao smiled, reaching out and pressing the wound on the river, and tearing it open.
"Meeting..." Luhe Qing began to shudder in unstoppable manner, and the painful depression in his throat.
"Well, when did the Wuning prince begin to conspiracy to rebel? Where is the evidence? Oh, you listen to me, hurry up and say, you don't have to suffer from this kind of pain, long pain is better than short pain. "Feng Guanshi is a good word, follow the good and temptation."
Who knows that Luhe Qing does not appreciate, but sneer, the tone is full of ridicule.
Feng Guanwu shook his head helplessly, and it was a whip that was pumped on the body of Luohe Qing. The barbs whipped up the flesh and blood, and made a deep wound. The river licked and swallowed screams and whimpers, and the pain was almost breathless. Come.
"In this case, you can't escape from the wings. Why don't you just say that you are suffering less? Are you still waiting for the emperor to save you?" Feng Guanzhi's whip on his hand, smearing blood in the corner "Wake up, you conspiring to rebel with them, but almost killed the emperor."
Luhe Qing breathed a stagnation, and then gasped with pain.
"If you can't stand it, you can say it. It's not good to say something that is colluding with Wu Ning's lord. Anyway, it's always better to die. It's better to die." Feng Guan thought that Qihe Qing couldn't stop. So, he pleaded with a good word, but I don’t know if you know it.
Feng Guan said two lines, then left the iron whip aside, took a shovel from the wall full of torture equipment, and put it into the red charcoal fire in the middle of the darkroom.
Because of the pain, Luhe Qing’s breathing was very heavy, and the sound of breathing and the squeaking of the shovel sizzled together, which sounded terrible.
"I kindly told you." Feng Guan turned the shovel in the charcoal fire and said casually, "I can't enter Zhao Gonggong's eyes. You know that he has a kind of powder. If it is sprinkled on the wound, it will let People feel itchy and painful, such as 10,000 ants licking? Hey, I have seen it once, the man died so badly, and he was scratched to fester, so I advise you, speak early, don’t suffer. ""
Seeing that the river is still clear, Feng Guan took up the red shovel and went to the front of the river. He blew a shovel against his face and blew a heat wave: "Say? Oh, Say, why are you so dead?"
"Well, I should advise you to persuade, since you are embarrassed, don't blame me." Feng Guanshi shook his head and made it necessary to burn the shovel on the chest of the river.
"Stop!!" screamed with the sound of the darkroom door slamming openly, and Feng Guan’s hand shook, and the shovel fell to the ground.
Xiao Yuan glanced at the horrible picture of the river in the dark room, and suddenly breathed.
"The emperor?!" Feng Guanshi was so scared that he fell to the ground, two battles, like a gray.
Xiao Yuan was too lazy to care for him. He walked a few steps forward and untied the iron chain on the wrist of the river. The river was unable to stand up and was planted directly into Xiao Yu’an.
Xiao Yuan did not dare to be suspicious, and hurried to the hospital.
Luohe was fainted for a whole day, still not awake.
Xiao Yuan paced back and forth in the Taiyi Temple, and the old lady doctor appeased him: "The emperor is not in a hurry, he has no life."
Xiao Yuan nodded and saw that the old doctor was taking the medicine. He walked over and reached out and said, "I will come."
The old doctor was shocked: "The emperor! How can the old minister make the emperor do this kind of thing!"
Xiao Yuan took the medicine hammer: "I release the pressure."
Talking about the prevention of the old doctor, he slammed twice, and the heart of the old doctor was onset.
Xiao Yu'an is in a bad mood.
Extremely bad, he gradually discovered one thing, no matter how he changed the original story before, but the overall direction seems to be pulled back by the invisible power.
But after the red sleeves were killed for themselves, Xiao Yu'an didn't want to sit still, what he wanted to change.
Because his life is not simply his life, but also the life of the northern king of the king saved by the red sleeve.
Suddenly, the sound of the porcelain bowl landing and the coughing sound of the Weihe River were heard in the inner chamber. Xiao Yu'an and the old doctors were all stunned. Xiao Yu'an stood up and stopped.
The old doctor quickly walked into the inner room and hurried out, telling Xiao Yu'an: "The emperor, he woke up."
Xiao Yuan nodded and walked to the door of the room, but did not enter immediately.
Xiao Yu'an has always tried to treat himself as an outsider. There is a very important reason: he does not know how to weigh the North and the Weihe.
He thought that he could always ignore the contradiction between the two and protect the Qihe Qing while strengthening the North.
But in this world, there are two full laws.
The red-sleeved fragrant Xiaoyu made Xiao Yu Anche thoroughly awake, letting him know that he was never an outsider, never, if it was before, Xiao Yuan would hesitate between the two.
But now he won't.
He can't live up to the death of the red sleeve.
Absolutely not.
Xiao Yuan took a deep breath and pushed the door.
Luohe Qing sat on the bed and was bending over to try to pick up the porcelain bowl that he touched when he woke up. Xiao Yuan walked in, picked up the porcelain bowl, and placed it next to the bed. He looked at the river and asked: "Are you okay? Feeling? how is it?"
Luohe nodded and nodded, resisting the pain of his body, a little relieved.
"Then rest well, I will come back to you tomorrow night, something to tell." Xiao Yuan’s hand behind his back was secretly punching.
Luohe Qing looked at Xiao Yu'an and turned around. A sense of uneasiness began to rise from his heart. This feeling has been faint before, but now it is getting stronger. "Xiao Yuan." Luhe Qing suddenly shouted.
Xiao Yuan slowly turned back, and the gentle black scorpion and the 晏河清 looked at each other.
The Luhe River clearly responded to the uneasy where the uneasiness came from.
Since the Wuning Wangye Incident, Xiao Yuan never smiled at him after the red sleeves were killed.
"Yuhe Qing." Xiao Yuan slowly opened his mouth. It seems that he was making a decision. Finally, he continued to say that the words were like a silver lamp on the blade, cruelly extreme. "You should call me the emperor."
When Luhe Qing breathed a stagnation, his back was sharp and straight. He opened his mouth blankly and seemed to want to answer something, but he could not say anything.
Xiao Yu'an no longer stayed, pushed the door out, and stayed in the inner chamber.
For a long time, Luhe Qing lowered his head and grabbed his chest tightly. There was an injury at that place. When he touched the pain, he began to stimulate the nerves. The river was clear and ignorant. He just pressed his heart, because there were some places compared to trauma. It made him even more miserable.