Ah Xiang finally did not leave, he fetched hot water to send it over.
The person in the tent lay quietly inside, motionless.
The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the night is getting dark.
The fat man closed the cell door, and the four men opened it and walked in.
Lan Ling raised his head, looked at the four blurred figures outside, and raised his head vigilantly.
"Who will come first?" Fatty's voice.
Everyone looked at each other, the lights were dim, and the faces of the people reflected were distorted and weird, as if they had changed their appearance.
"If this is known, it's a capital offense!" Ah Xiangweng said.
"Are you so heartless and courageous. She will die tomorrow, and if we don't tell anyone, who will know! Would you say it? Tell you that even if you don't do it today, we will say you did it!" the fat man said viciously.
"She can't say it herself!" Ah Xiang didn't give up.
"She won't be able to speak for a while! Come on, who will go first?" The fat man was in a hurry.
"You go first." Liancheng said.
The fat man rubbed his hands, looked at Ah Xiang: "Why don't you go first? I think you are interested in her."
Ah Xiang panted heavily, and the faint smell of a woman in the prison made his heart beat faster.
He walked slowly towards the tent.
The fat man also came up, "I'll help you."
"Get lost!" Ah Xiang kicked the fat man.
There was a chuckle from the tent, like a silver bell.
Ah Xiang stood there "suddenly". The delicate fragrance penetrated into his nostrils, it was indescribably comfortable, and the things deep in his heart couldn't stop it.
The fat man became anxious when he saw Ah Xiang staying there. "Don't occupy the latrine and don't shit! I'll come!"
Ah Xiang saw the obscene and greedy look on Fatty's face, and Fatty opened the curtain with both hands, ready to get in.
Shocked and angry, Ah Xiang was about to step forward to stop him, when suddenly he felt a cold in his chest, and a sharp knife protruded from his chest, it was cold and he couldn't feel any pain. But the gushing blood was real, and he wiped it away, panicked.
He stared at the blade of unknown origin in disbelief, and suddenly saw the fat man in front slipping down like a pile of meat.
A mouthful of blood poured out of the fat man's mouth. With eyes open, both arms were broken, lying on the ground twitching a few times, and then there was no sound.
Ah Xiang pressed his chest, he wanted to turn around, but his body was already weak.
A bright yellow figure flashed past. He opened his eyes wide to see who that person was, but was kicked aside by that person. The body slides down slowly.
The throats of the two guards behind have been cut, and the prison is full of blood.
The last thing Ah Xiang saw was four or five people entering the cell, and the one in front wearing a bright yellow brocade was none other than the current Emperor Ling Chen. Once when he was on duty, he saw it from a distance.
He still came to see his queen, would he really kill that beautiful woman
Ah Xiang's consciousness gradually disappeared, and he sighed in his heart, in this short life, he has never tasted the taste of a woman...
"How many guards are there?" Ling Chen asked.
"Six people." Gu Fan said.
"Everyone who has seen her in this cell will be killed." Ling Chen's voice was low.
He still came. Lan Ling leaned against the simple head of the bed. She thought she would never see him again in this life.
The smell of blood seeped into her nostrils, and she wanted to vomit. There were a lot of blood splashed on the tent, which was shocking.
Lan Ling heard that someone was cleaning up the corpses. She lifted the curtain and saw someone was moving the fat man's corpse. The fat man's arms were broken, his eyes were gouged out, and his flesh was bloody.
Lan Ling was startled, tripped over the shackles on his feet, and sat down on the plank bed.
Ling Chen stood there without any expression on his face.
She stood up and walked out slowly. The long cyan prison robe was almost dragging on the ground. The sound of the rattling shackles drew all eyes to her feet.
Ling Chen's eyes moved slightly, and the corner of his eye gave Gu Fan a sideways glance, Gu Fan immediately knelt down: "I don't know who put the shackles on me, I didn't have them when I came last night."
Lan Ling smiled: "The emperor is so forgetful, didn't you ask Wen Heng to add it to me because you were afraid that I would run away again?"
Ling Chen frowned, but said nothing.
Lan Ling walked very hard, Ling Chen's foot was almost going out, he wanted to go and hug her. Seeing her stubborn and calm face, he finally didn't move, and stood firmly sideways.
Behind Ling Chen stood King Rui, Han Zhitao, Gu Fan and Yang Shu.
Everyone was secretly watching the emperor's face.
King Rui frowned, and Han Zhitao looked angry.
Lan Ling stopped a step away from Ling Chen: "Why are you here?" She asked.
Ling Chen looked at her. She was emaciated, pale, and her eyes were black and blue. Among his concubines, she was not stunning, but her whole body exuded a refined and refined taste. At this time, her eyes were shining brightly, and she looked at him quietly.
"I'll come and see you." He said, reaching out to pull her into his arms.
She put her hands on his chest: "Your Majesty, please respect yourself."
Ling Chen's eyes lit up, "Who are you going to guard for?" There was that obscene smile on his face.
Lan Ling smiled: "Whoever the emperor thinks is whoever he is."
Ling Chen's smile was even stronger, he looked Lan Ling up and down, that smile was just like Ling Chen's cynical laugh when they first met, it couldn't tell if it was true or not, and it couldn't see the warmth.
Everyone's hearts tugged, and those around him knew that Ling Chen was angry.
A sound of brocade cracking came to everyone's ears, Ling Chen was pulling Lan Ling, Lan Ling retreated, and his clothes were torn.
Everyone turned their heads and walked out of the cell door. Han Zhitao gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and followed him out of the cell door.
Lan Ling's resistance made Ling Chen even angrier, he threw away the sleeve in his hand, and saw her snow-white arms exposed.
The buttons on the front of the clothes were also torn, revealing a large area of snow-white.
Lan Ling trembled and was held tightly in his arms.
It seemed vaguely that these scenes were repeating her previous life experience, just like the reappearance of her previous life. The night before her heart was cut out in her previous life, came to her mind.
"No matter who you are guarding for, as long as I don't let go, you are still my woman!" He whispered in her ear.
Lan Ling's face was pale, his ankle was pulled by him, a large piece of flesh was torn open, blood flowed out and seeped into the shoes, and the soles of the feet were sticky and uncomfortable.
Lan Ling could hardly make a sound because of the pain, but there was a faint smile on his face.
Everyone stood outside the cell door, and a woman's hoarse voice came to everyone's ears, it was her moaning in pain.
"What is the emperor doing!" Han Zhitao almost turned around and entered.
King Rui and Gu Fan stopped him.
Ling Chen tore Lan Ling's prison clothes. A lavender undershirt and a red apron were exposed inside.
He examines her.
She had a lot to say to him, but since Tian Ming died and Wen Heng became a concubine, she didn't want to say anything.
If there are misunderstandings, those misunderstandings are a kind of test. If they really knew each other and loved each other, how could there be such a deep misunderstanding. Tian Ming followed him since childhood, everyone knew his sincerity, how could he let him die like this
And Wen Heng. Thinking of Wen Heng, Lan Ling almost suffocated. The pain this woman brought her was like a brand.
Her prison cloak slipped under her feet, and he could see the wound and blood on her ankle.
The man's slender fingers grabbed the chain, and with a light tug, her ankle was dripping with blood.