Mrs. Di Shao is abusing the scum again

Chapter 1133 Dress him in mourning
"Wow..."

A basin of cold water woke Tang Qixie who was unconscious.

However, Tang Qixie's eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't lift them up, and the pain in his body made him frown tightly.

He felt that someone was cutting the rope on his wrist with a knife, and the other party's actions were very rude.

Although the rope was cut, his wrist was also cut with blood.

Tang Qixie, who had been hung all night, fell to the ground at the moment the rope broke because he had no support, and there was no movement for a long time...

Someone kicked his calf, but Tang Qixie still didn't wake up.

"Go to the next door and bring a few more buckets of water to wake him up." A voice sounded.

"it is good."

Then the footsteps went away, and then came back...

Following the two people's return, buckets of cold water also poured down. The cold water rinsed his bloody clothes, and his body was covered with blood.

Tang Qixie was lying on the ground with half of his face pressed against the cold ground. After being splashed with four buckets of water, he finally opened his eyes slowly.

The wound on his body where he had been whipped by soaking in salt water began to inflame, and blood was constantly oozing.

However, the most painful thing was the place on his chest that had been scalded by the soldering iron.

The imprint has become infected and becomes inflamed.

Because of the inflammation of the wound, Tang Qixie had a low fever.

When he opened his eyes, what he saw were a few pairs of feet and the cold black iron railing behind them.

He moved his numb body, trying to stand up.

However, he struggled on the ground for a long time, but did not get up. Finally, he put his hands on the ground and supported half of his body, but the next moment he fell back heavily, and the wound on his body was tossed even more seriously.

"The time for the funeral is coming soon, hurry up and change into your clothes, don't delay the time, or you will feel better."

One of them threw a set of white mourning clothes on Tang Qixie.

Tang Qixie didn't even look at it, but just closed his eyes.

Seeing Tang Qixie ignoring him, the man immediately became angry: "It seems that you don't care about your father's life or death."

Tang Qixie slowly clenched his hands, and he opened his eyes, murderous look and anger throbbing between his brows...

In the end, he was forced to put on filial piety, handcuffed and fettered.

In the main hall, Queen Anli, her son Felicity, and her father An Litang were all waiting there.

When he saw Tang Qixie appearing in hemp and filial piety and dragging his ankles, his eyes were full of pride and the pleasure of revenge.

"Qixie..." Tang Huiming was escorted by two guards, looking at Tang Qixie who was beaten so hard that he could hardly walk, he was so distressed that he couldn't speak.

He wanted to rush up and tear off his handcuffs and shackles, but he was held tightly by the guards.

He is such an arrogant person, and he has been unwilling to admit defeat since he was a child. How can he wear these things.

Tang Qixie raised his eyes and looked at Tang Huiming.

There was a welt on his white and thin face, and the wound spread from the ear to the throat, which was very eye-catching.

However, just such a look made Tang Huiming burst into tears on the spot.

"... Qixie, why are you so confused, this is a capital offense."

Tang Huiming cried bitterly, his voice was full of helplessness, heartache and self-blame.

How could he kill King Feili and abscond in fear of crime...

how so.

Tang Huiming didn't know that Tang Qixie had killed the king until this morning when he saw the black coffin at the door.

Tang Qixie didn't speak, nor did he have the strength to speak.

He looked at Tang Huiming who was crying for him and worried about him, and thought to himself: The Tang family's kindness in nurturing has been repaid.

Dead, but also at ease.

(End of this chapter)