The Second Palace.
After the battle in the rain, he returned to the house to change his clothes.
The murderous aura has not yet dissipated.
The girl accidentally made a mistake when wrapping his belt. He twisted the girl's wrist and threw it to the ground.
"Your Highness, spare your life."
"waste!"
"Slave... not on purpose."
"roll!"
The little girl choked softly and backed out tremblingly.
Na Yan got dressed and rushed to see Song Zhi.
Song Zhi still didn't wake up.
It's just that after the imperial doctor had checked the pulse, he was a little happy and hurriedly reported, "My lord, Song Gongzi's pulse has gradually stabilized. It seems that he has a good chance of waking up."
It's still alive and kicking before tomorrow!
How is this going
Nayan didn't have the heart to pursue this, but he was relieved a lot, and then ordered: "You guys watch carefully, once he wakes up, send someone to tell this king immediately."
"Yes!"
Nayan turned around and walked out of the house, hurried away.
The three imperial doctors scratched their heads.
He looked at Song Zhi on the bed, where his blood was getting better.
"Why did the pulse condition suddenly stabilize so much?"
"Yeah, that's too weird."
"Never encountered anything like this."
Jiang Yuyi couldn't figure it out, he touched his gray beard and said, "Perhaps, this person shouldn't die! He saved the second prince, and when he wakes up, wealth and glory are waiting for him."
Song Zhi is a shit luck!
He blocked a sword for the second prince, but in exchange for a great future.
I really don't know luck
Or mildew
…
It rained heavily, and thunder rolled.
This night, urgent and depressing.
Na Yan went to the secret room where Lian Que was imprisoned.
Before he came in, he heard the sound of whips hitting his flesh.
Reverberating in the secret room looks eerie.
At this moment, Lian Que had taken off his shirt and was tied to the pillar, and his strong chest was covered in blood.
The guard in charge of the torture was waving the long whip in his hand and beating him.
While questioning: "You mean? Or not?"
Lian Que's body was shaky, his head drooped, and blood kept pouring out of his mouth and dripping to the ground.
Like a corpse!
Despite being severely tortured, he never said a word.
Like dumb.
When he came in, he saw the infiltrating scene in front of him, but he didn't have the slightest sympathy, and the ruthlessness in his eyes was deeper.
The guard stopped, walked up to him and told him, "My lord, he just won't say it. If the fight goes on like this, I'm afraid..." Death!
Na Yan narrowed his eyes, walked in front of Lian Que, grabbed his chin and lifted it up, forcing him to meet his fierce gaze!
A strong bloody smell also rushed into the nose.
Lian Que was seriously injured, and his messy and wet hair fell down, covering most of his face and his bloodshot eyes.
He looked at Na Yan in front of him.
Immediately sneered.
As if from the icy valley.
Involuntarily, the strength on the extension finger increased a lot, and he asked, "Who sent you here?"
Lian Que opened her mouth full of blood, still smiling.
This also severely stimulated Na Yan, and he gritted his teeth and said word by word: "I don't want to say yes, okay, I think how long can you survive?"
With a flick of his hand, he left Lian Que's chin.
Then he sat on a Taishi chair in the secret room and ordered: "Hit this king, beat him hard."
The guard received the order, whipping after whipping.
Lian Que gritted her teeth, not making any pain.
Na Yan sat there, his face getting darker and darker.
Like a pervert!
quietly appreciate.
He knew very well that if he couldn't ask anything from the assassin tonight, when the news of the assassin's encounter in the palace reached the ears of King Huyi tomorrow, he would not be able to guarantee that he would encounter Natuo's situation before. So no matter what, he must find out the person who secretly wanted to kill him.
The sound of whiplashes echoed in the back room.
Lian Que has already opened its skin and flesh.
Covered in blood.
Finally got knocked out.
Guard: "My lord, I'm dizzy!"
Na Yan said in a cold voice, "Wake up with water."
"Yes."
Immediately, a bucket of ice-cold water poured down on Lian Que.
cold!
Biting cold!
He suddenly froze and woke up, but his eyes were blurred, he only felt that his brain was blank, and his blood vessels seemed to be frozen.
The burning pain from being beaten by the whip in the chest also disappeared completely.
It just felt like the bones were being scraped with a knife.
That kind of pain is far more painful than torturing the body.
Na Yan saw that he had woken up, and said fiercely: "Continue to fight!"
The guard received the order and swung the whip away, but his strength was greatly reduced.
It's a little out of hand.
The palms are shaking.
"Trash!" Na Yan got up, grabbed the blood-stained whip, and swung it towards Lian Que's face.
"Snapped!"
This whip is heavier than any whip.
A deep cut was drawn on Lian Que's face, and blood spilled out, dripping on the ground.
He also fainted again.
The guard quickly fetched a bucket of ice water and poured it on him.
But this time, there was no sign of waking up.
The guard reached out to probe his breath, which was weak.
Not dead yet!
"My lord, you're not dead yet."
There was no mercy in Nayan's eyes: "Bring it with iron."
The guards brought the stove and the iron.
Several irons were scorched red in the fire.
Na Yan picked up a piece, and without hesitation, scalded it towards Lian Que's chest.
"Uh!"
Lian Que raised her head and let out a faint sound of pain, but she immediately gritted her teeth and held on tightly.
His face and neck were all red.
Blue veins burst!
There was a smell of roasted meat all around, mixed with a bloody smell, pungent and unpleasant.
Satisfied, Na Yan removed the iron from his chest.
"If you don't say it again, this thing won't be as simple as being branded on your chest."
Lian Que's chest was branded with a blood-colored mark.
He sweated, and after a long pause, he looked at the person in front of him with blood and tears in his eyes, and said, "...kill me!"
Rather than being tortured in every possible way, it is better to die.
But-
Na Yanyin smiled: "Kill you? No, this king wants to keep your life! If you don't say anything, this king will make your life worse than death."
"… "
"If you said it, I might let you go."
Lian Que is not stupid, so naturally he won't believe what Na Yan said. He lowered his head weakly, repeating over and over: "Kill me... Kill me!" Na Yan's eyes were full of anger: "Listen, no one can come. Save you, the only one who can save you now is yourself! If you are willing to say so, you will have a chance to live. And..." He leaned close to Lian Que's ear, "until now, no one has broken into the palace to save you, but Imagine, you are a pawn, but
To give up crushing at any time! If that's the case, why don't you serve the king? As long as you are willing, this king can let you enjoy endless prosperity and wealth in your life. ""Nonsence! "Lian Que swallowed a mouthful of saliva in his face.