Ah Xiang finally did not leave, he flicked hot water and sent it to him.

The people in the tent lay quietly in it, motionless.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the night is dark.

The fat man closed the cell door, and the four men opened the cell door and walked in.

Lan Ling looked up, looked at the four blurred figures outside, and raised his head alertly.

"Who will come first?" Fatty's voice.

Everyone looked at each other, the lights were dim, and the faces of the people reflected were twisted and weird, as if they had all changed their appearance.

"This is known, it's all a capital crime!" A Xiangweng said.

"You and he are not guilty. She will die tomorrow, we don't say who will know! Would you say? Tell you today even if you don't do it, we will say you did it!" The fat man said viciously.

"She can't say it herself!" Ah Xiang didn't give up.

"One will make her unable to speak! Come on, who first?" The fat man was anxious.

"You go first." Liancheng said.

The fat man rubbed his hands and looked at Axiang: "How about you first? I think you are interesting to her."

A Xiang panted heavily, the faint smell of a woman in the prison made his heart beat faster.

He walked slowly to the tent.

The fat man came up too, "I will help you."

"Get out!" Axiang kicked the fat man.

There was a chuckle from the tent, like a silver bell.

Axiang stood there "swiftly". That Youxiang pierced his nose, unspeakably comfortable, and something deep in his heart couldn't stop it.

The fat man was anxious when seeing Ah Xiang staying there. "Don't occupy the pit or shit! I'll come!"

Seeing the obscene and greedy light on Fatty's face, Axiang opened the tent with both hands and prepared to get in.

Axiang was frightened and angry. Just about to step forward to stop him, he suddenly felt a cold in his chest, and a sharp blade came out of his chest, cold and no pain. But the blood that came out was real, and he wiped it out, panicking.

He stared at the edge of unknown origin incredibly, and suddenly saw the fat man in front of him slipping in front like a pile of meat.

Big mouths of blood poured out of the fat man's mouth. With his eyes open, his arms were broken, and he lay on the ground and twitched a few times before making a sound.

A Xiang pressed his chest, he wanted to turn his head, already weak.

The figure of Ariake Huang flashed, his eyes widened to see who the man was, and he was kicked aside by the man. The body slowly slipped down.

The throats of the two jailers in the back had been severed, and the prison was full of blood.

Finally, Axiang saw that four or five people had entered the cell, and the one in front of him wearing a bright yellow brocade was the current emperor Ling Chen. When he was on duty once, he saw it once from afar.

He is still here, come to see his queen, will he really kill that beautiful woman?

Axiang's consciousness gradually disappeared, and he sighed in his heart that he had never tasted a woman in this short life...

"Look at how many of her jailers?" Ling Chen asked.

"Six people." Gu Fan said.

"All the people who have seen her in this cell were killed." Ling Chen's voice was low.

He came anyway. Lan Ling leaned on the simple bedside. She thought she would never see him for this life.

The blood seeped into her nose, and she felt like vomiting. A lot of blood was splashed on the tent, which was shocking.

Lan Ling heard that someone was cleaning the corpses, she opened the account and saw someone moving the fat man's body. The fat man had broken arms, his eyes were dug out, and his flesh was bloody.

Lan Ling was startled, the shackles on his feet tripped and sat on the board bed.

Ling Chen stood there without any expression on his face.

She stood up and walked out slowly. The long cyan prison robe almost dragged to the ground. The sound of the swaying fetters focused everyone's eyes on her feet.

Ling Chen's eyes moved slightly, and Gu Fan squinted at the corner of his eyes. Gu Fan immediately knelt down: "I don't know who put the shackles on the humble job. I didn't have it when I came last night."

Lan Ling smiled: "The emperor is so forgetful, didn't you fear that I would run away again, and asked Wen Heng to add it to me?"

Ling Chen frowned and said nothing.

Lan Ling walked very hard, Ling Chen almost had to step out, he wanted to go and pick her up. Seeing her stubborn and calm face, he finally didn't move and stood firmly on his side.

Behind Ling Chen stood King Rui, Han Zhitao, Gu Fan and Yang Shu.

Everyone was secretly watching the emperor's face.

Rui Wang frowned and Han Zhitao looked angry.

Lan Ling walked to a place one step away from Ling Chen and stopped: "Why are you here?" She asked.

Ling Chen looked at her. She was very haggard, her face was pale and her eyes were black. Among his concubines, she is not considered stunning, but the delicate and refined smell exuded all over her body. At this time, her eyes were bright and she looked at him quietly.

"I'll see you." He said, reaching out and pulling her into his arms.

She put her hands against his chest: "The emperor, please respect yourself."

Ling Chen's eyes stood up, "Who are you going to guard for?" There was that kind of joke on his face.

Lan Ling smiled: "Who the emperor thinks is who it is."

Ling Chen's smile was thicker, and he looked up and down at Lan Ling. The smile was just like Ling Chen's cynical laugh when they first met. He couldn't see the truth or the temperature.

Everyone's hearts were twitched, and the people around him knew that Ling Chen was angry.

A burst of brocade cracking sounded into everyone's ears, Ling Chen was pulling Lan Ling, Lan Ling backed, his clothes were torn.

Everyone turned their heads and walked out of the cell. Han Zhitao gritted his teeth, paused, and then walked out of the cell.

Lan Ling's resistance made Ling Chen even more angry. He threw away the sleeve of his hand and watched her snow-white arms exposed outside.

The buttons on the front of the clothes were also cracked, exposing large areas of whiteness.

Lan Ling was trembling and was tightly held in his arms.

It seemed vaguely that these scenes were repeating her previous life's experience, reappearing as before. The night before she was gouged in her previous life, it came to her mind.

"No matter who you are guarding for, as long as I don't let go, you will still be my woman!" He whispered in her ear.

Lan Ling's face was pale, his ankles were torn apart large pieces of flesh, blood flowed out, seeping into the shoes, and the soles of his feet were sticky and uncomfortable.

Lan Ling could hardly speak because of pain, but there was a faint smile on his face.

Everyone was standing outside the prison door, and a woman's depressed hoarse voice came into everyone's ears, it was her painful moan.

"What is the emperor doing!" Han Zhitao almost turned around to enter.

King Rui and Gu Fan stopped him.

Ling Chen tore Lan Ling's prison jacket. A lavender shirt and red bellyband were exposed inside.

He looked at her.

She had a lot to say to him. Since Tian Ming's death, Wen Heng has set up a concubine, and she doesn't want to say anything.

If there are misunderstandings, those misunderstandings are a kind of test. If you really know and love each other, how can there be such a deep misunderstanding. Tian Ming followed him since he was a child, and everyone knew his sincerity. How could he let him die like this?

There is also Wenheng. Thinking of Wen Heng, Lan Ling almost suffocated. The pain this woman brought her was like a brand.

Her prison jacket slipped under her feet, and he could see the wound and blood on her ankle.

The man's slender fingers grabbed the chain and pulled it lightly, her ankles dripping with blood.