Empress is a black heart lotus

Chapter 78 The beauty in his arms is really beautiful
The pungent smell of blood is also tangy.

The only good thing is that in this Dali Temple where people die every day, the walls covered with torture instruments are as clean as ever, just like the mansion of a great family, without any filth.

"Master, there are so many cells, which one is Second Young Master locked in?"

As if in a lifetime, Murong Wan looked at the dazzling variety of instruments of torture, and all kinds of past lives played back in her mind again.

The Murong family successfully rebelled, and Pei Chen ascended to the throne smoothly.

And she, in just a few days in the Chen Mansion, stabilized the chaos in the court in Pei Chen, what she was waiting for was not the news that he ordered someone to take her into the palace and seal her.

She was accused of being a demon concubine and detained in Dali Temple. For three days, she was tortured by various tortures, her body was covered with bruises, and her skin was torn to pieces.

Even at the last moment, she was still counting on Pei Chen to come to see her, and excused him in her heart. All of this was controlled by the Murong family behind the scenes. She and Prince Chen were in love with each other and decided to spend their lives privately. He was so gentle. , so affectionate, it is absolutely impossible to be so cruel to her.

Until the third day, she was ordered by the emperor to take her out of Dali Temple.

At that time, she had long been tortured by the cruel criminal law without distinguishing her face.

And he, holding the beauty in his arms, stands aloof.

The beauty in his arms is really beautiful.

The beauty is incomparable, and the beauty comes with nobility. Even the self-proclaimed noble Murong Hua has become a foil in front of her.

She didn't even bother to look at herself.

But Murong Wan knows that she knows herself, and she despises herself even more. In her eyes, she is just a chess piece, a chess piece that hurts her and protects her.

Pei Chen cared so much about her, he cared so much that he could empathize with her emotions, he cared so much that he was afraid that she would misunderstand the past between him and her, so he shot a cold sharp arrow deep into her in front of her face. chest.

Piercing through her thin body, the blade came out.

It hurt, the kind that hurt her so much that she couldn't breathe.

But the position of the heart hurts even more, and now he has shot through it with an arrow.

She was completely messed up and covered in blood, and her body fell to the ground weakly. From the beginning to the end, she was so tortured that she lost her voice and couldn't even utter a word. Only those pair of desperate eyes never believed it. Convinced, disappointed, hated.

Anxious.

"master?"

Murong Wan came back to her senses, the small face under the veil was pale, only the exposed eyes were as black as ink, as black as an abyss.

"Just find someone, just ask and you'll know?"

She deeply felt that what her mother said was right, so Qiaoyu randomly grabbed a jailer and asked him.

but--

Any low-level jailer in Dali Temple, if released, is definitely a master of martial arts.

Fortunately, the emperor secretly ordered someone to come to Dali Temple to handle the case, and the jailers were no strangers to it.

He pointed in the direction respectfully.

The prison inside is darker and more gloomy than the outside. There is no sunlight all year round, it is damp and dark, and it smells like blood, solidified into stone.

There is no one guarding here, and basically only those who have committed serious crimes and unforgivable people will be held here.

Murong Zheng deserves to be called the Great General of Jingjing with his outstanding achievements. Even at this moment, he is dressed as a prisoner, his whole body is stained red with blood, and there are countless wounds on his clear and handsome face.

He sat on the ground alone, as a general, even though he was tortured, his back was still straight.

Probably heard footsteps.

　I couldn't hold it back, and I went to find someone to look at the fragrance again, and now my scalp is numb. I am the only one in the house.
　　I'm a superstitious person, and I'm very timid. I want to finish it.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)