Seeing that Lan Ling was still smiling, Ling Chen narrowed his eyes.
"Lan Ling, I want to see how much you can bear for him." He put her still on the plank bed, coiled his fingers, and wrapped the chain around his hands.
Lan Ling lay there, her snow-white belly exposed, the prison was cold, Lan Ling was trembling all over, and her lips were blue. She covered her belly with her hands, and buried her head deeply in the quilt on the bed.
Ever since she became pregnant, Ling Chen had never looked at her so closely.
He tore off her underwear, looked at her snow-white ketone body, and gently stroked the round belly with his right hand. His rough palm scratched her delicate skin, and Lan Ling felt deep hatred from the slowly sliding palm.
Ling Chen looked at her, he sent someone to send her a gold medal for avoiding death, but she didn't want it!
His anger became heavier and heavier: "Don't you really want to escape, why don't you escape, just want to die so much?"
"Yes, Lan Ling is tired. If he dies, no one will sacrifice his life in vain for me. Tian Ming and I have nothing. You wronged him."
Ling Chen sneered: "Tian Ming has already overstepped his own duty. You, the people around me, can't have any evil intentions."
"Is it because he did something for me behind your back?" Lan Ling asked.
Ling Chen didn't answer, and said for a while: "The people around me must be very loyal to me, and they must not have the slightest suspicion."
He lifted the quilt covering her face, and her upper body was presented in front of his eyes without any cover. Lan Ling looked at him, and he was also looking at her, with evil and dark eyes, playful and mocking.
Lan Ling struggled to get out of his package, but his waist was tightly held by him, unable to move at all.
The inner garment was torn, and a hair knot tied with a red string fell out, both her and his faces were startled,
This hair knot was made by Lan Ling intertwining her own hair with a lock of Ling Chen's when she was receiving medical treatment in Qingyun Mountain. She keeps it on her body. He had already lost it, but he found it at Tian Ming's place that day. He was furious and killed Tian Ming.
Her cold hands suddenly covered his eyes.
He paused, then suddenly took her hand and put it under his clothes.
That trace of warmth moistened Lan Ling's eyes. She thought her heart was hard enough.
She thought that since she wanted to let go, she would let it go completely. Don't have a trace of nostalgia. When she dies, everyone will be fine.
But Ling Chen's random action made her feel greedy. She stopped struggling and let him hold her.
Realizing what he was doing, he let go of his hand bitterly, his eyes fell on her round belly, with a smile on his lips, he took off his cloak, and hugged her horizontally.
Lan Ling suddenly understood what he was going to do, and fought desperately, bleeding from his ankle.
"Don't touch me! This is a prison, I'm a prisoner on death row, the emperor is not afraid of bad luck!"
He tightened the chain in his hand. Lan Ling bent down in pain.
She vaguely seemed to see her past life. Such the same scene, is this a dream? Or, is that a dream
The woman's shrill voice spread outside, and the people outside held their breath and walked to the farther door.
She shrank to the inside, her eyes filled with tears, and glared at him.
He looked down at her, his eyes were cold and hot, mixed with hatred, anger, or something else, Ling Chen didn't know, he felt like he was going crazy.
He saw her bloody ankle after struggling, and he pressed her feet under her legs, making her unable to move at all.
He finally pressed her completely under his body, wrapped her up, watched her close her eyes, tears spread.
He moved like crazy, if he wanted to hate, he hated it thoroughly, he was still obsessed with this filthy body.
He hated her and hated himself even more.
Wen Heng stood outside the prison door, watching Ling Chen lead people into the prison.
He still went to see her.
She just came out from Concubine Qing's place. Concubine Qing has not been in good health for the past few days, and she is already in a coma today.
She saw Huan'er, Concubine Qing's maidservant, rushing into the prison.
A large amount of blood gushed out from Lan Ling's body. The warm heat flowed over her icy legs, Ling Chen rolled his eyes, slightly startled, and didn't stop.
The last thought in Lan Ling's heart was pulled out, she looked at Ling Chen's face, and the boundless hatred in his eyes, stretched out her hand to caress his face, distressed, helpless, and full of infinite love.
Tears finally welled up: "Ling Chen, he is really your child. You killed him."
She stared at him, a mouthful of blood gushing up, Lan Ling pressed her chest tightly, holding it tight.
The voice of the poplar outside the door came in: "Your Majesty, the Qing Concubine of Yongren Palace has fainted, let the Emperor go and have a look..."
He finally got up from her.
The cloak on his body was still on Lan Ling, and he walked out wearing only his underwear.
"What happened to Concubine Qing?" He asked Yang Shu.
"I heard Xiaohuan next to Concubine Qing say that Concubine Qing has not been well for the past few days, she has been consulted by an imperial doctor, but she didn't get better, she passed out just now, and the maids were frightened, please ask the emperor to go and have a look." Yang Shu said.
Lan Ling heard his heavy footsteps getting farther and farther away. He listened carefully, and the sound of horseshoes stepped on the snow.
With his cloak covering her body, she could still smell the faint scent of green sandalwood.
She lay there motionless, unable to move any more, and every time she moved, more blood flowed from her body.
It's good to die like this, so as not to suffer the torture of cutting out the heart tomorrow.
Two jailers came in, and Lan Ling took a look. This time, it was two women.
Frowning, they cleaned the blood-spattered cell.
"Grandmothers, can you get me a new prison robe?" Lan Ling's voice was hoarse.
A mother-in-law sighed and went out, and brought in a new set of prison clothes after a while.
Lan Ling tore off the old clothes and dealt with his lower body. The bed was almost soaked with blood. The inner garment was also torn by Ling Chen, and she put on a new prison robe directly outside the bellyband, still shivering from the cold, she put Ling Chen's bright yellow cloak on her body.
Just wrapping himself up like this, leaning against the head of the bed, it passed the second half of the night.
Early the next morning, the jailer brought in a package.
Lan Ling opened it, and inside was a whole new set of new clothes. A water-blue cloak, a white fox hat, and a light red dress embroidered with gold and silver silk phoenix patterns.
Lan Ling smiled and asked, "Who sent this clothes?"
The mother-in-law said: "Eunuch Yang."
Lan Ling sighed and put down his clothes, "Luanniao Zhaofeng is the clothes that a queen should wear, how can I, a sinner, wear them!"
Lan Ling still wore the blue prison clothes.
Had the last breakfast. Lan Ling eats deliciously, cumin lamb, grilled lamb chops, chicken legs and chicken wings are all her favorites.
After finishing his breakfast, Lan Ling asked for a basin of hot water and washed himself carefully.
Without a hairpin, Lan Ling tore off a section of satin from the new clothes and tied her hair.
"Refer to the prisoner!" Lan Ling heard a shout from outside.
The blood in the lower body has not stopped, it keeps dripping out, Lan Ling smiled wryly. She used old prison clothes and tents to deal with her embarrassment, but she still couldn't stop the bleeding.
He reached out and took the new blue cloak and put it on to avoid embarrassment.
It was snowing.
Two rows of guards escorted a prison cart, and thousands of people gathered on both sides of the long street.