Zhao Xu stood at the door of the cell, and beside her was a Taoist priest wearing a Taoist uniform and holding a whisk.
Zhao Xu heard the babble of Zhou Guiren's mouth, and didn't know who he was talking to.
Zhao Xu looked around the entire cell and saw only Zhou Gui, but now it is obvious that Zhou Gui is talking to someone.
Zhao Xu stared sharply at Zhou Guiren.
This woman really has a secret, Zhao Xu's heart beats faster, and he feels a little nervous and expectant.
"Nobleman Zhou." Zhao Xu shouted. Guiren Zhou slowly turned around. He saw Zhao Xu and immediately rushed towards Zhao Xu, but was stopped by an iron fence.
The nobleman Zhou grabbed the iron fence and shouted to the nobleman Zhou: "The emperor, please trust your concubine, the concubine really did not poison you, let alone an assassin, the emperor, how can you believe in your concubine?"
Guiren Zhou was very frightened. The system said she would abandon her. Now she was charged with murdering the king. If Zhao Xu didn't believe her, she would be dead!
How long has she been in ancient times? What is the emperor's ultimate pampering, unconditional pampering, graceful peerless pampering in the harem, what a double for life.
Zhou Guiren has forgotten, she just wants to live, to live, she just wants to be who she is, Zhou Ningning.
The development of the matter was different from what she had imagined, and it was also different from the system plan.
"Tell me all your secrets, and I will believe you and speak." Zhao Xu looked at the nobleman Zhou through the iron fence.
"Secret, what secret?" Guiren Zhou's eyes flickered.
Zhao Xu sneered, "Not honest at all?"
"Dao Master, look at this woman?" Zhao Xuchao asked, "Look at what kind of monster she is."
This long-bearded Daoist inspected the nobleman Zhou and asked, "Where is the birthdate of this nobleman?"
The father-in-law next to Zhao Xuchao lifted his chin, and the father-in-law took out a piece of paper and handed it to the Taoist priest.
The Taoist priest confronted the birth date on the note, counted it, and arched his hand to Zhao Xu, "The emperor, the real nobleman of Zhou is dead, this nobleman of Zhou is just resurrecting his soul with a corpse, and his body is occupied by a lonely ghost. Up."
When the nobleman heard this, his body softened and sat on the ground, his eyes straightened, and he shouted in panic: "The emperor, the concubine is not a ghost, the concubine is Zhou Ningning, and the concubine is really Zhou Ningning."
"Let's talk, what is your secret?" Zhao Xu asked faintly, "I asked the lady of the cold palace to tell the appearance of Zhou Ningning, and let the painter paint it. Zhou Ningning is not like you at all."
"Although they look alike, they are not the same person." Zhao Xu stared at Zhou Guiren, "How did you become like this?"
"Concubine has always been like this." Zhou Guiren shook his head in panic, "Concubine has not changed at all."
Zhao Xu sighed and sighed, "Toast without eating or drinking fine wine, drag it out to be sentenced."
"The emperor..." Zhou Guiren was dragged out by the guards with a blank expression and tied to the cross.
Guiren Zhou struggled hard, his expression becoming more and more frightened.
"Let's talk, let's say suffer less." Zhao Xu's eyes scanned the torture instruments in the torture chamber, stretched out his hand to hold the soldering iron in the charcoal basin, and dialed the red charcoal fire.
The triangular iron at one end of the soldering iron has burnt red.
Zhou Guiren was sweating like rain, grunted and spit, staring blankly at Zhao Xu, who was expressionless.
This man is really cruel, he was still holding her lingeringly before, now he is going to be so cruel to her.
Still talking lingering love words to her in his ear, making people blush and heartbeat, but now it's still dark, this man has turned his face ruthlessly.
Zhao Xugui is the emperor, with an identity that no one can compare, he looks even more like sword eyebrows, star eyes, dragon chapter and phoenix posture.
This man is full of charm, and sometimes Zhou Guiren also indulges in it. He is powerful and handsome. To have such a man as a husband is a woman full of pride.
But now she is going to be tortured.
"The emperor..." Zhou Guiren looked at Zhao Xu dimly with tears, eyes full of injuries and sadness, and even more affection for Zhao Xu.
Zhao Xu's expression was faint, "The wound on your back is healed, and there is no scar left. I want to try if I have been scalded by a soldering iron, can I recover?"
Zhao Xu walked towards Guiren Zhou with the soldering iron. Guiren Zhou's face was gray and his pupils looked at the red soldering iron with trembling eyes. As Zhao Xu walked in, the heat of the soldering iron spread to her.
Zhao Xu raised the soldering iron and said, "I want to try it on my face. I believe that with the skill of the nobleman of Zhou, your face will be restored to its original shape."
"No, don't..." Zhou Guiren tilted his head and felt the scorching temperature of an iron sheet, and felt a burning sensation before it was applied to her skin.
"No, I said everything, I said..." Zhou Guiren said hastily, she couldn't imagine what kind of pain her skin would suffer if the iron piece was pressed on her face.
Zhou Guiren comes from modern society. Where can I see such cruel punishments? I feel indifferent when I see this on TV. Now it is my turn to be tied to a shelf. This pain and suffering.
"Let's say, if one word is false, you might end up a bit miserable." Zhao Xu's expression was calm, and it seemed that it wasn't a big deal at all.
Guiren Zhou looked at Zhao Xu like this, and couldn't accept it. He said bitterly: "The emperor, don't you think about the relationship between husband and wife? One night husband and wife are good for a hundred days, and the emperor, you are so unfeeling?"
"You are not Zhou Ningning at all, you are just a lonely ghost." Zhao Xu said lightly, and didn't care about Zhou Guiren's injury and sadness at all.
The nobleman Zhou couldn't help but smiled bitterly, "Zhou Ningning is dead, he died when he was in the cold palace, but I was the one who accompanied the emperor day and night. I am not a lonely ghost, I just came here by accident."
"I don't want to listen to this, tell me, how good is the wound on your back, is there really an elixir?" Zhao Xu's tone was a little anxious, "Who were you talking to before?"
"The emperor..." Zhou Guiren looked at Zhao Xu sadly.
Zhao Xu was very impatient, opened the dyeing workshop for some color, and waved directly at the guard. The guard held a long whip in his hand, and when he flicked the whip, he gave Zhou Guiren a whip.
"Ah..." Guiren Zhou screamed suddenly, and the whip was drawn on his body and it hurts fiercely, especially when he hit a ****, the pain made Guiren Zhou be in a trance.
Guiren Zhou murmured: "Help me, help me..."
"Let's say it, don't say that this whip dipped in chili water is not easy on people." Zhao Xu looked indifferent, "Don't challenge my patience."
(End of this chapter)