Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

Standing beside her, Gao Yurong also sneered: "If she is not sentimental and righteous, how can she have such a chance?"

After speaking, she turned her head again and looked at Feng Qianyan, who was standing on the other side, kept silent, with cold eyes.

"Kang Bi, what are you thinking?"

Feng Qianyan didn't look back at them. He still stared at the back, who was about to disappear under the dazzling sunlight. Shen Shen said, "Sentiment and justice..."

"..."

"This is how she got the emperor's favor?"

Wu Wan and Gao Yurong looked at each other.

There was a cold smile on Feng Qianyan's face, even under such hot sunlight, it was still cold as ice.

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The sky was clear, but after Shen, it gradually became cloudy.

Large black clouds floated from nowhere, shrouded in the sky, although they blocked the dazzling sunlight, they still showed a suffocating suffocation.

However, in the dungeon, you can't even feel the passage of time.

All here is just a dead silence.

But there was a little sound coming through the dark and damp tunnel, the sound of a drop of water falling to the ground.

The second drop, the third drop.

Getting closer, I can hear a person's hard breathing, and every breath seems so cramped, as if it is accompanied by endless pain.

It is Jian Ruocheng.

He was tied to the torture frame, from the neck, to the back of the arm, and to the entire back, it was a hideous, shocking wound.

Under the Chong En Pagoda that day, when the fire demon was raging and almost swallowed Nan Yan, he took Nan Yan into his arms without even thinking about it, and resisted that wave of invasion for her, but also because That way, my entire back was burned.

However, Nan Yan didn't know.

At that moment, in her whole heart and eyes, there were only people in the Chong En Pagoda.

but--

fair enough.

Thinking of this, Jian Ruocheng, who had been suffering from the pain and torture for too long, was almost fainting, but was always pulled back by the severe pain, with a faint smile on his mouth.

fair enough.

As long as she is safe, she is happy, and she can still love what she loves, just fine.

Just as he was thinking like this in his heart, a cold voice came from his ear——

"You can actually laugh."

"..."

Jian Ruocheng frowned slightly. He slowly raised his head and looked at the shaking figures in front of him. Because of the backlight, he couldn't see the people who were torturing him, and he was even thrown into this cold Yes, after the **** dungeon, he has completely lost the ability to perceive.

Pieces of torture instruments left invisible wounds on him.

It was a piercing pain.

Both hands were also completely unconscious, but they were tied to the torture frame by iron chains, so that he could never fall.

The blood dripped drop by drop along the weak fingertips and the hair scattered along his forehead.

He spoke, his voice so hoarse that it didn't look like his.

"Why can't I laugh?"

The person on the other side snorted coldly, raised his hand, and the whip dipped in water was like a poisonous snake, slammed on his body.

"Well--!"

Although the skin was already spoiled, the hot pain was once again passed into my heart.

Jian Ruocheng couldn't scream, only suppressed growls and moans rolled in his throat.

The other party was not soft at all, and with a wave of his backhand, the whip hit him again, smashing the original prison uniform to pieces, and blood poured out again.

"Say!"

"Are you, murdering the emperor!"

"Who else do you guys?"

"Explain all your comrades!"

...

After a while, the air was full of blood.

Jian Ruocheng couldn't find a good place on her body, and even the whip of the leather whip was completely dyed red, dripping with blood.

However, he gritted his teeth and said word by word: "I have already said it, not me."

"..."

"The assassination of the emperor has nothing to do with us."

"Do you still dare to say?!"

Several jailers approached him with a grim look, and said viciously: "It is clearly you, taking advantage of the emperor to enter the heavy grace pagoda, burn the heavy grace tower with a rocket, and want to put the emperor to death!"

"It's not a pity for someone like you to die!"

"As long as you plead guilty and imprisoned, we can give you a happy one."

"..."

Hearing these words, Jian Ruocheng slowly raised his head.

His face was pale, his cheeks were full of his own blood, and his eyes were bloodshot and red, but those eyes had a penetrating power that could see through the heart.

The jailer's heart trembled when he saw that, and he took a step back subconsciously.

Jian Ruocheng said: "You want me to confess my sins."

"..."

"After I confess my sins, you can put all the charges on me?"

Several people looked at each other.

There was a hint of danger in his eyes, and he said coldly: "It's not that we put the charges on you, but that you originally did these things!"

"..."

"As long as you recognize it, you can be happy."

"The dignified second son of Jian, the former Zhongshu Shengyoucheng, doesn't have to suffer like this, does he?"

Jian Ruocheng fell silent.

He looked at these blurry figures in front of him, especially after the execution just now, his face was full of blood, which made his eyes red.

Looking at these people, he smiled coldly.

"I have acted magnanimously all my life, and I will recognize what I have done."

"..."

"What I haven't done before, and no one can force me to recognize it!"

When those people heard what he said, they all frowned.

One of them gritted his teeth and said grimly: "Do you dare to be hard?!"

After speaking, he raised his hand and drew the whip on him again, and at this moment, a person behind him stopped him.

That is the leader of the jailer.

He looked at Jian Ruocheng, sneered, and said: "As expected of--Jian Tongguang's son, he really has the character."

Upon hearing the words "Jian Tongguang", Jian Ruocheng's heart trembled.

The other party sneered and said: "I heard that before Mr. Jian was wiped out, his students were the most concerned in his life. I don't know if his son has such a heart."

Jian Ruocheng's breath choked.

"What do you mean?!"

The other party did not speak.

But at this moment, in the originally silent dungeon, he suddenly heard a stern cry from a distance.

"what--!"

Upon hearing that voice, Jian Ruocheng's whole body stiffened.

He suddenly raised his head. There was nothing to see in this cell, but more and more young, familiar voices came from all directions.

They were crying, groaning, and screaming.

Yes, students at Takema College!

Suddenly, Jian Ruocheng became flustered and said: "You, what are you doing?!"