old friend wine

Shen Ci's injury is inside, no one else can see it, but he himself knows the pain.But the task of protecting Miss Nine was on his shoulders, so he had no choice but to suppress the idea of ​​going back to the West Courtyard to recuperate and go directly to the Jinhua Courtyard.

Wei Bingmu was very fresh when he first arrived at the palace, and he didn't feel sleepy at night, so he climbed up to the roof with the two little maids, trying to stand tall and overlook the panoramic view of the palace, but it frightened the staff assigned to serve in the courtyard. Those servants knelt down and begged her to come down, for fear that she would fall and suffer.A spoiled and spoiled child like Wei Bingmu has a stubborn tendon, and wants to do what he is not told to do. Shen Ci can vaguely see a little shadow of Xu Qinghan from her back then.

Shen Ci knelt down on one knee, raised his head and said to Wei Bingmu, "Miss Jiu is really a bodhisattva."

"What?" Wei Bingmu was puzzled.

"I didn't sleep in the middle of the night, and ran to the roof to feed the mosquitoes. In the past, the Buddha cut meat to feed the eagles, and now there is Miss Nine who sacrificed her life to feed the mosquitoes. Isn't that the heart of a Bodhisattva." Shen Ci said with a smile.

Wei Bingmu knew that he was amusing himself, but he couldn't find out what he said was wrong, so he snorted softly, "Who wants to feed those bad things! You quickly help Miss Ben down."

Fearing that she would step on the ladder and fall, the blind Shen Ci jumped up to the roof, wrapped his arms around Wei Bingmu's waist, and jumped down lightly.He put Wei Bingmu An on the ground safely, and then followed the two little maids down without stopping.

Suffering from internal injuries and rashly using his internal strength, Shen Ci suddenly felt a tight pain in his chest again.The two little maids never expected that Shen Ci would even take care of them, and thanked them both pleasantly and gratefully.Wei Bingmu looked at him with big black eyes blinking, and half-truthfully annoyed, "You are so courageous, you can't kiss me, how dare you hug me!"

Shen Ci was taken aback, he had two sons, so he took Wei Bingmu, who was still childish, as a daughter, as a matter of course, so he didn't think about men and women.But he really couldn't afford to take the hat off, so he could only say in embarrassment, "Well, Miss Nine can be regarded as a subordinate and a good sister..."

Wei Bingmu and the two little maids couldn't help giggling together, and Wei Bingmu's eyes on him became brighter.

For the next month or so, Shen Ci played with Wei Bingmu everywhere. He had a lot of experience outside the pass, and he spent a lot of time coaxing the children. Various ways of playing are emerging one after another, which is very annoying to Wei Bing. Mu Huanxin.

Wei Bingmu was in her cardamom years, and her love was just beginning to bloom. Every morning, she sat in her boudoir, quietly opened the window a little, and watched Shen Ci's every move intently. He looked so powerful and reliable, and there was a kind of magic that made her fascinated; watching him greet everyone with a smile on his face, and the opening and closing of his soft lips seemed to absorb all her eyes.

Wei Bingmu bit her lower lip and closed the window, and asked the little maid who combed her hair, "Nonuo, tell me... how can I keep a man by my side?"

Nuonuo replied without thinking, "Of course I'm married to him. After we get married, we will be a family."

He hugged himself, and the nanny said that if he was hugged by a man, there would be a baby. Could it be that he already had his baby?Wei Bingmu thought secretly, two blushes floated across his cheeks.She thought so, and said so bluntly.

Wei Bingmu said to her sister, "Sister, I... I may have Shen Ci's baby."

Just this one sentence sent Shen Ci to hell.

How long can a person last in pain?The answer is that it cannot be tolerated for long.Flesh and flesh confronting the endless stream of instruments of torture is like a joke.Most of the people who say that pain will not make people surrender have never experienced what pain is. When the endless and intensified pain is on the body, almost all thoughts are replaced by the word pain.

Shen Ci Chi_Hanging naked in the torture room, this is the fourth time he passed out from the pain. At the beginning of the fainting, water was poured on it, and salt water was used if the water did not wake him up. Frowning slightly trembled a few times, but did not wake up.

Several executioners glanced at each other, then cupped their hands and said to the man wearing a fox mask who was sitting on a chair far away: "Master Linghu, the prisoner passed out again, and the salt water didn't wake him up, look..."

The man called Linghu got up, walked in front of Shen Ci in a leisurely manner, pinched his chin and looked at him for a while, then bent over and grabbed a few more handfuls of salt into the bucket until the salt water became cloudy and the salt was too much to melt in the bucket. The bottom sank a layer before giving up.

He lazily sat back on the chair, supported the armrest with his hands and said, "Continue."

"Wow—!"

Most of the bucket of concentrated salt water was poured down his head, and Shen Ci couldn't restrain himself from exhaling in pain. His voice was broken and hoarse. The salty salt water soaked into the wounds all over his body, causing him to tremble in pain.His scarred hands were no longer able to grasp the iron chain hanging from his wrist, and the circle of spikes inside the handcuffs pierced hard into his flesh and blood, and the blood snaked down his arm.

"Shen Ci, you confess earlier, and we go back to report to the master earlier, so that you will not suffer and we will save our effort, why bother to suffer here?" Linghu said lightly, "Don't you understand? The meaning above is If you want to die, it is much better to go away quickly than to be beaten to death here."

Linghu is the Golden Dragon Guard, and the Golden Dragon Guard is a dark force in the current Holy Majesty, Shen Ci knows that the Holy Majesty cares about him and Xu Qinghan very much, it seems that the Holy Majesty wants to use this incident to get rid of himself in a legitimate way.He never doubted that as long as he could bear the torture and sign the pledge, the next moment would be his death. He was betting that the gambler cared about his reputation and didn't want to beat him to death for his reputation, and he even bet that Xu Qinghan would believe him and give him justice.

Shen Ci's lips had already been bitten off by himself in unbearable pain, even speaking was in excruciating pain.He hissed slightly, and whispered with difficulty, "I want to see the prince."

Linghu said, "Do you only say this sentence over and over again?"

"I... want to see..." Shen Ci closed his eyes tiredly, as if he was about to fall asleep.Seeing this, the torturer whipped viciously, bringing up a cloud of blood and even finely chopped flesh.The whip is twisted with tiny steel wires, which stand on the whip like thorns, and each whip seems to be peeling and deboning.

The severe pain drove away the drowsiness, and Shen Ci struggled instinctively, but in vain caused another circle of blood holes to be stabbed in his wrist.

Linghu chuckled and leaned into his ear, and said word by word, "How do you know that the meaning above is not what the prince meant? The prince doesn't want to execute you personally because of his old love, so you have to appreciate it."

Shen Ci was unmoved, and there was a little more stubbornness in his tone, "Then you let him kill me, don't miss the old love."

A few short conversations exhausted Shen Ci's energy, he was extremely weak and slowly lowered his head, falling into a half-conscious state.The torturers didn't dare to hit again, fearing that a few whips would kill the person, so they flicked the whip to try to wake Shen Ci up, and there was a cracking sound of the whip in the air.The pain the whip brought to Shen Ci was really deep. He frowned and trembled for a moment when he heard the sound of the whip, but he couldn't wake up after all.

The torturer went to look at Linghu again in embarrassment.Shen Ci's guess is not wrong, His Majesty meant to extract a confession by torture, it doesn't matter to use torture, but he can't let him die under torture in a daze.

Linghu waved his hands and said, "Retrial tomorrow."

Shen Ci had a criminal record of escaping from prison after being sentenced, Linghu and the others had to be more jealous of him, if he was allowed to escape, they would lose their heads.Therefore, although Shen Ci was put down and no longer hung, he was not freed from the tormenting shackles. As soon as his bloody wrists were released from the shackles, he was bound by a pair of heavy handcuffs that were also full of iron spikes. The thorn stirred in the flesh and blood, making Shen Ci wonder if the hands would be destroyed.The ankle, which was rarely scarred during the torture, was not spared after all, and a string of blood beads pierced the moment the shackles were buckled on.Being so cruelly restrained, not to mention the troublesome escape from prison, even the slightest movement of his body would be excruciatingly painful.

The executioners didn't care about Shen Ci's suffering. They pushed Shen Ci impatiently and made him stumble to the corner, pressed his head and neck roughly into a narrow iron cage, and grabbed his messy long hair He was tied to the iron bars on the top of the cage, forcing him to either kneel or squat in the cage. Even if he was not tortured, he was not going to give him the slightest chance to breathe.

"Shen Ci, the days are still long. If you don't recruit today, there will be tomorrow, and if you don't recruit tomorrow, there will be the day after tomorrow. If you are interested, I don't mind letting you try one by one of the more than a hundred kinds of torture instruments here." Linghu leisurely Blowing out the candle, the torture room was suddenly pitch black, and his voice continued to echo faintly in the darkness, "Seeing that you bleed so much, I will stop the bleeding for you tomorrow. It feels like you have burned so many wounds with a branding iron. Can you tell me why life is better than death?"

Shen Ci was helplessly forced to kneel on the iron bars at the bottom of the iron cage. Not only did his knees and calves hurt, but the hair bearing the weight also caused him pain. He didn't even have the strength to prop up his legs and change his posture to squat I had no choice but to suffer in such pain.

The torture chamber was built underground, and when the candles were extinguished, it was so dark that the sky could not be seen. There was some water seepage on the top of the torture chamber, and the sound of water droplets hitting the ground was so obvious in the dark and silent space.Shen Ci has been tortured for a long time, sweating layer after layer, bleeding over and over again, already thirsty to death, listening to the sound of ticking water is tantamount to another torment.

Shen Ci smiled wryly, staring blankly at the pitch-black nothingness, and muttered to himself, "Xu Qinghan, why...why haven't you come yet? I can't hold on any longer."

"If you don't come again, I will plead guilty tomorrow." Shen Ci closed his eyes in despair.

The author has something to say: Pseudo-correct typos, there are so many typos, it's scary.