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

Yes, students at Takema College!

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

The jailers looked at him with a sneer, and did not speak. Instead, they let him listen to the screams of the students around him. After a while, they said slowly: "Since the second son of Jane refuses to speak, then we Of course, only students can speak."

"..."

"These people are still young, and they shouldn't be as hard-talking as the second son."

"..."

"Although their mouths are already quite hard, we have been holding them from last night until now. We just want to see how long they can last."

When he heard that the students had been sent to prison and were even being tortured, Jian Ruocheng suddenly panicked.

He said: "You can't do this!"

"Why not?"

Several jailers sneered and said: "You were originally some traitors and thieves who spread rumors against the emperor in Jinling. Before, you even forcibly detained His Royal Highness Wei at your college. These things are enough for you to behead your head!"

"Now, we are just investigating the case."

"Of course, if Young Master Jane is willing to cooperate with us, then it is convenient for us, and your students can also suffer less."

"..."

Jian Ruocheng did not speak.

But his face became paler and paler, and his eyes began to flicker.

The head of the jailer sneered and said, "Well, since the second son of Jane doesn't say anything, we won't be embarrassing you."

After speaking, he turned his head to his hand and said: "Do it."

Jian Ruocheng raised his head: "What are you going to do?"

Several other jailers sneered: "What are you doing? Of course it's doing business."

"Since the second son of Jane is reluctant to say, then we can only pry open their mouths."

"See if their fingers are as hard as your mouth."

"what?!"

Upon hearing these words, Jian Ruocheng looked at them in horror.

I saw the head of the jailer who had originally laughed, suddenly lowered his face and said coldly: "Give me their fingers!"

"Yes!"

A few jailers took their orders and immediately turned around and went out.

"Do not!"

Jian Ruocheng, who had not succumbed to the torture, said after hearing this, cold sweat of horror and hurriedly said: "You can't do this!"

"Why not?"

The man sneered and said: "Murdering the emperor, this heinous crime, even if you destroy the nine races, it should be done. Give me a hand!"

"Do not!"

Jian Ruocheng struggled subconsciously, and even the iron chains that tied him were rustling. He gritted his teeth and said, "You don't hurt my students!"

The jailers looked back at him.

Sweat, mixed with blood, slid down Jian Ruocheng's scarred face, dropping drop by drop to the ground.

The **** smell irritated people's heart.

And he was even more suffering.

Those students, they are still young, and there are countless possibilities for their future. If they were here, their hands were broken by these cruel jailers, as if a bird had its wings broken.

Their life is ruined!

How can we let them be implicated by themselves and subjected to such torture?

Jian Ruocheng's eyes were red, and hot tears welled up, but not a single drop came out.

And the jailers looked at him triumphantly.

In this dungeon full of blood and despair, Jian Ruocheng's heart seemed to sink into the abyss forever.

He gritted his teeth and said, "You guys, don't hurt my students."

"..."

"I--"

He said with difficulty: "I confess my guilt!"

As soon as several jailers heard these words, a gloomy light flashed in their eyes. The leader of the jailer immediately winked at the person next to him, and the man immediately took a confession: "Second son, Now please draw your bet!"

Someone also hurried over and untied the chain of Jian Ruocheng's hand.

Jian Ruocheng was weak, with her other hand tied, she could only drag the weak hand reluctantly, put the ink on the ink pad, and trembling to draw on the confession.

When the jailers watched this moment, their eyes became fiery.

Several of them secretly touched their hands into their sleeves, with a hemp rope inside—it was the kind of rope that criminals used to hang themselves in the usual way!

As long as Jian Ruocheng "confessed", they can act immediately!

But just when Jian Ruocheng's finger was about to press the confession, suddenly, a familiar voice came from the front: "No!"

"...!"

This voice!

Jian Ruocheng's heart trembled suddenly and immediately raised his head.

The blood was densely covered on his face, making his sight clouded with blood, and in the blood, he saw a ray of light, shining in from outside the dark dungeon, and as that light appeared, A familiar figure also appeared in his sight.

The jailers were waiting for Jian Ruocheng to confess his guilt, but when it was at the last moment, they were suddenly interrupted by this voice, and they were all furious.

"who?!"

Turning his head, several of them were also stunned.

"Noble concubine?"

Nan Yan staggered and broke into this dungeon.

Just walked in from the outside, this dungeon was like an ice cave, making her shiver suddenly, especially when she smelled the familiar **** smell in the air, it made her go back to the time when she was beaten into the dungeon. , In the nightmare of being tortured by the jailers.

At this moment, it was Jian Ruocheng who was tortured into a human form.

There was no complete skin on his whole body. The blood dripped down his feet along his fingers, chin, and even every strand of his hair, forming a blood puddle.

However, when he raised his head to look at himself, his eyes were warm on that pale face.

Even, still gentle.

He stared at himself incredulously, for a long time, before he trembled and said, "Nan Yan, you--"

However, before he finished speaking, several jailers glanced at each other and immediately surrounded Nan Yan, and said, "Holy concubine, why did the empress come here?"

"This man has pleaded guilty."

"Yes, he confessed that he was the murderer behind the murder of the emperor. What does the imperial concubine have to do with him?"

Nan Yan saw Jian Ruocheng's scarred look, and his heart ached like an arrow. As soon as he saw these people, he immediately said angrily: "All give way to my palace!"

"This--"

Those people still hesitate.

Nan Yan said angrily: "Get out!"

They looked at each other, not daring to offend the imperial concubine for a while, so they could only turn sideways carefully to make way.

Nan Yan hurried forward.

Ran Xiaoyu followed her and rushed forward with her. When she walked in front of Jian Ruocheng and saw that his whole body was wounded and bloody, Nan Yan's eyes immediately turned red: "Second Young Master!"