A cute baby girl has arrived! The villainous older brother is spoiling her rotten.

Chapter 221 Treat this pain as a homework obstacle
Concubine Dan's frown deepened, "Your Majesty? What's wrong with Your Majesty?"

Zhi Ming: "I'm just reminding you, not answering you."

Concubine Dan smiled sarcastically, "Your Majesty the Prophet is indeed a prophet, he seems to know everything.

You reminded me to be careful, maybe you also want to bring down the royal family privately?

how?Are the intentions of the high priest Zhi Ming and the temple actually contrary to each other? "

Faced with such provocative words, Zhi Ming still looked calm.

"Don't try to anger me."

He gave advice: "I will not stop what you are doing, as long as you don't change easily."

"..."

Concubine Dan was silent, really confused about what Zhi Ming meant.

If she said she wanted to protect Nanqiao and the Yongye royal family, but if she really followed her plan, both of them would cease to exist.

But if you say you don't want to protect her, now he's here to stop her from taking action in advance.

She really couldn't see through Zhi Ming.

From the first time she saw Zhi Ming, she was filled with fear towards this prophet as if she were unknown.

Even though Zhi Ming never had any hostility towards her.

But there are no good intentions.

Zhi Ming didn't care how surprised and doubtful she was, he just waved his hand and released a burst of water mist.

The water mist slowly invaded Concubine Dan's body, and she soon felt the piercing pain.

"Ah!!! Ugh!"

She was caught off guard and screamed, and her mouth was immediately blocked by the mist.

"Don't be noisy."

Zhi Ming said calmly: "This is your punishment."

After Concubine Dan was able to speak again, she naturally did not dare to scream. She could only grit her teeth and bear the pain and said firmly: "Why should I accept your punishment?"

Zhi Ming's mood did not fluctuate at all, "This has nothing to do with whether you accept it or not."

Concubine Dan was so painful that cold sweat broke out on her forehead, "Then I can always know why I was punished, right?"

Zhi Ming turned around, his sleeves slipped slightly, and his exposed skin was as cold as porcelain, showing the indifference of not letting strangers in.

"You shouldn't hurt her."

"Who is she?"

Concubine Dan almost laughed angrily: "Nan Qiao? I haven't touched a hair on her head!"

"Didn't you just want to hit her?"

Zhi Ming tilted his head and said in a calm voice: "You should be glad that you didn't hit her."

Otherwise it would not just be pain.

"This pain will always be with you. Didn't you say you don't have any karma? Just treat this pain as karma."

Zhi Ming's voice was very soft, but in Concubine Dan's ears it was as heavy and cold as a python wrapped around her.

Concubine Dan gritted her teeth but did not dare to say another word.

She looked at Zhi Ming's figure disappearing in the blink of an eye like an immortal, and she only dared to insult him in her heart.

Oh shit!

madman!

This is the most terrifying lunatic!

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Heaven Prison.

The man hanging on the torture rack was covered in bloodstains, his tattered robes were almost soaked, and liquid dripping down, whether it was blood or salt water.

He lowered his head to the right and seemed to be unconscious.

Emperor Yong Ye sat on the large chair and ordered with a solemn expression: "Push him awake again."

"Wow—!"

The official next to him poured another bucket of water, and Duan Beiyao, who had just passed out, was suddenly awakened by the pain.

He opened his eyes with difficulty and felt a drop of sweat falling in front of his eyes.

He moved his head to shake away the drops of water and sweat. When he saw Empress Yongye clicked her tongue, she gasped and said impatiently, "You still want to ask? I'm tired of you not bothering me." "It's really true. Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.”

Emperor Yong Ye smiled and said confidently: "Have you not suffered enough?"

"Of course I've had enough."

When Duan Beiyao spoke, the wound at the corner of his mouth was involved, and he hissed in pain: "It hurts me to death. Isn't this enough?"

"Then why don't you say it?"

Emperor Yong Ye threatened and lured you, and said in a slow voice: "Little brother, I don't want to torture you. As long as you tell the truth, I will naturally give you the benefits you want."

Duan Beiyao: "You can't give me the benefits I want."

Emperor Yongye raised his eyebrows: "What do you want?"

Duan Beiyao grinned: "I want you to stop being the emperor and become the emperor for me. Are you willing?"

"Don't be ashamed!"

Emperor Yongye snorted, "Continue to torture!"

"Prick, prick, prick."

The charcoal fire next to it was burning and making a crackling sound, and the iron iron that was burning bright red flickered and glowed when it collided.

Duan Beiyao's eyes reflected the jumping flames, and he licked his lips and tasted a hint of sweetness, "Don't waste your efforts."

"Why?"

Emperor Yong Ye was very puzzled: "I really don't understand. It's just a trivial matter. Why didn't you say anything about it?"

"If it's really a trivial matter, why do you have to know, Your Majesty?"

Duan Beiyao asked him in turn: "I'm also curious, what benefit does your Majesty want from Pei Qi? Why, do you want him to help you overthrow the temple?"

Upon hearing the word "temple", Emperor Yongye's expression changed slightly.

"I don't understand what you're saying."

Even in this situation, he was still cautious and didn't say a word.

Duan Beiyao only felt that this was expected, and he sincerely praised: "Your Majesty is truly the most emperor-like emperor I have ever seen."

Emperor Yongye frowned, "What do you mean?"

"Because you have all the despicable qualities that an emperor should have."

"presumptuous!"

This sentence successfully angered Emperor Yong Ye. He raised his hand and was about to ask the officials around him to be ironed, but was interrupted by a sudden shout——

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Your Majesty the High Priest, the Prophet is here!"

An official hurriedly ran to Emperor Yongye and knelt down in front of Emperor Yongye, "Your Majesty! The Prophet has come to the prison!"

Emperor Yong Ye's expression changed, "What is he doing here? You didn't stop him?"

The official lowered his head and replied in a low voice: "Subordinate, I don't dare to stop the Prophet..."

"idiot!"

Emperor Yongye cursed angrily, and as soon as he finished speaking, he saw a piece of white clothes appearing at the corner.

"Your Majesty doesn't seem to want to see me."

Zhi Ming walked over slowly, holding Nan Qiao, who was tightly wrapped in blankets and sleeping soundly, in his arms.

Emperor Yong Ye looked at him and laughed dryly: "The Prophet was joking, I just didn't expect that the Prophet would come to such a dirty place."

"dirty?"

Zhi Ming tilted his head slightly, the white silk in his eyes fluttering slightly.

Emperor Yongye felt the feeling of being stared at again.

He looked away and said, "This is the place where prisoners are interrogated in the prison. There is a lot of blood and filth. The Prophet is of noble character, so naturally he cannot bear to see such dirty scenes."

Zhi Ming did not comment on this.

His eyes seemed to fall on Duan Beiyao who was handcuffed to the torture rack over there, "Your Majesty, are you interrogating the prisoner?"

Emperor Yongye followed his gaze and said, "Yes, this is the little thief who sneaked into the palace tonight. I am interrogating him personally."

"Little thief?"

When Zhi Ming heard the words, his tone was slightly raised, as if he was confused.

(End of this chapter)