The beautiful and powerful minister hooked up with the crazy emperor and couldn't escape

Advance preview: This chapter is a bit boring, Qingqing will get hurt, so those who are afraid of knives can wait for the next chapter.

Who knows what this guy is up to. Feng Jiuqing withdrew his gaze. It seems that this place is not so safe. He has to speed up to break through the blocked meridians.

Feng Jiuqing closed his eyes and concentrated on practicing his skills. In less than a quarter of an hour, with the sound of footsteps, the chains were opened and it seemed that someone was approaching him.

The moment Feng Jiuqing opened his eyes, murderous intent emerged in his eyes. The man was stunned for a moment, and then said in a vicious voice: "I thought you were a noble king? Now you are just a prisoner in the imperial prison. Recognize your identity!"

Feng Jiuqing had no expression on his face and asked calmly, "What do you want to do?"

The man sneered and said, "What else can I do? Since you are already in the Imperial Prison, I will naturally let my treasures greet you properly."

"Torture? Who asked you to come, Yan Yiran or the Queen Mother?"

Feng Jiuqing didn't believe that an ordinary jailer in the imperial prison would dare to open his cell door. Since this person dared to come, he must have been instructed by someone to be so fearless.

The man's face darkened instantly, and he whipped Feng Jiuqing with a whip: "It is a taboo to bite a noble, this whip will teach you a lesson."

Feng Jiuqing took the whip swung by the man with his bare hands without frowning.

Although his martial arts skills were sealed, he still had his fists and feet. In his eyes, people without martial arts skills were nothing to be afraid of.

The man sneered: "You dare to fight back? Come, tie him to the rack!"

Five or six jailers surrounded Feng Jiuqing. Feng Jiuqing lowered his eyes, and when he raised them again, the murderous intent in his eyes almost solidified.

But these people were not just jailers, they were also well-trained guards. Under normal circumstances, even twice as many guards could not get close to Feng Jiuqing. But at this moment, Feng Jiuqing was no match for four hands with his two fists, and he was quickly subdued by the guards and tied to the rack.

The man pinched Feng Jiuqing's face, his eyes filled with obsession: "Such a perfect face, I can't bear to destroy it."

There was no fear in Feng Jiuqing's eyes, and the murderous intent in his eyes became stronger. Although he did not have mysophobia, he would instinctively feel disgusted when in contact with such people.

"Want to ruin my face? Yan Yiran asked you to come, right?"

The man let go of Feng Jiuqing and slapped him on the face, knocking his head off: "Didn't I tell you not to ask questions you shouldn't ask? Why don't you learn your lesson?"

The murderous intent in Feng Jiuqing's eyes almost became real. This was the second time he was slapped in the face in all these years. The first time was when he was very young, at the palace banquet, when he was slapped by Prime Minister Lu.

The man was not frightened at all. Instead, he laughed even more happily: "Yes, that's the look! I like to see the look in your eyes that is full of hatred before you die, but you can't do anything to me!"

The system wanted to catch this pervert, but he couldn't touch him. He was so angry that his eyes glowed with a faint blue light: "Ajiu, I will go to the main system to borrow money to restore your martial arts!"

Feng Jiuqing laughed in anger: "Not only do you want to resort to lynching, you also want to kill me?"

The man sighed and said, "Hey, who asked someone to kill you? To be honest, I don't want to do anything to you because of your face. If you just behave, I can let you die easily."

Feng Jiuqing chuckled: "If I'm not mistaken, you have only been in the Imperial Prison for less than a year. People outside call you Ghost Hand Rakshasa. It is said that as long as someone falls into your hands, there is nothing you won't confess."

The man smiled somewhat smugly: "You have heard of me? Very good. Since you know me, I can torture you less. Don't thank me too much."

Feng Jiuqing's face still did not show the fearful expression that this person expected, but instead he looked extremely cold.

It's interesting. After he broke all the hard bones of the people they almost cried and begged him to kill them. I just don't know how long this beauty can stand.

When he was about to teach Feng Jiuqing a lesson, Feng Jiuqing suddenly said, "If you kill me, aren't you afraid that His Majesty will blame you?"

Ghost Hand Rakshasa sneered and said, "If His Majesty really loved you, you wouldn't have ended up in the Imperial Prison. Now that you're here, don't dream about it anymore, my noble lord."

Feng Jiuqing still showed no sign of fear: "Even if His Majesty doesn't care about me, I still have the Grand Tutor behind me. Are you sure you can withstand the Grand Tutor's wrath?"

"Grandmaster?" Ghost Hand Rakshasa snorted softly, "He will soon be too busy to take care of himself, so how can he have time to take care of you. My Lord, you should just enjoy the feast of torture instruments I bring you! Ah, I am really looking forward to it."

"Such beautiful eyes filled with tears, looking at me with endless fear and pleading, just thinking about it makes me excited."

Feng Jiuqing's eyes were gloomy: "I suggest you just have a daydream now. There are all kinds of things in the dream."

"You are still stubborn even when you are about to die. I just wonder if your bones are as hard as your mouth." The man put away his smile, raised the whip and was about to hit Feng Jiuqing.

Feng Jiuqing glanced at the man with contempt: "Wait! What's the point of this? At least use something with barbs, and it would be even better if you add spicy oil. The burning pain will make people feel better."

Pervert, huh? Then I just need to be more perverted than him.

Feng Jiuqing had a calm expression, as if he was not talking about punishment, but about the nice weather today.

The man's originally proud face darkened: "Are you looking down on me?"

Feng Jiuqing spoke in a soothing voice, as if he were at home: "I really don't think highly of you. These methods can only scare ordinary people, and are not worthy of being put on the stage at all."

"You actually said I'm not presentable!" The man's face was gloomy, but he soon laughed again: "It's just an appetizer, why are you in such a hurry?"

Feng Jiuqing put away his smile, and the contempt in his eyes stung the man's eyes.

"Appetizers are often the dish that allows people to appreciate the chef's skills the most. Such ordinary appetizers will make you look unimpressive."

"You! Chili oil, right? Where can I find this stuff? I'll ask someone to buy some for you right now, and I guarantee you'll be satisfied!" The man was so angry that his voice was trembling.

Feng Jiuqing pretended to think for a while: "It's probably somewhere farther away than Xiyan. Are you afraid to send someone to buy it?"

The man looked at Feng Jiuqing angrily: "Are you kidding me?"

Feng Jiuqing's eyebrows curved: "Yes, I'm just teasing you, what can you do?"

"court death!"

The man swung a whip at Feng Jiuqing, and just as the whip was about to hit Feng Jiuqing, a figure flashed by.

Zheng!

The long knife split the whip into two sections, and the tail of the whip just scratched Feng Jiuqing's cheek, leaving a slight blood mark, which showed how much effort the man had put in.

Before anyone could react, the man had already taken Feng Jiuqing down from the rack.

Feng Jiuqing stretched out his hand to wipe the blood that oozed from the side of his face, took a look, and murmured softly: "It's disfigured."

Ghost Hand Rakshasa was shocked. This man was very skilled in martial arts and he was no match for him. He stared at the two men who were constantly retreating and shouted at the top of his voice, "Someone come! Someone is breaking into the prison!"