The Tyrant Takes Love: Dote on the stunning fairy princess

Chapter 153 Jun Xian, It's His Rebellion
What he wanted Jing Li to suffer was humiliation.

Let him understand his own humbleness, and let him see clearly his own status.

In this gorgeous palace, he, Jing Li, is just an ant who can be squeezed by others.

If he wanted Jing Li to die, Jing Li would be powerless to resist.

There is a cloud and mud difference between them!
After a long time, the Queen gritted her teeth and sneered, her eyes were full of disappointment, "After all, it's just that you haven't given up on Jun Xian. Huan'er, you are the son of this palace, don't forget your position! It's easy to be swayed by a woman A person who can't do great things!"

"Mother, don't worry, no matter what the child does, he will never forget his identity."

For the first time, the mother and son broke up unhappy.

Back in Piandian's own dormitory, Si Chenghuan sat by the bed for a long time.

Only he himself knows how unwilling he is.

It's not that he really doesn't want to kill Jingli, the reason why he chooses the next best thing is that he dare not.

The queen mother was right, he did it for Jun Xian.

He was afraid that she would know that Jing Li died by his hands, and he was afraid that he would never be able to approach her again.

In the main hall of Fengqi Palace, the queen also sat for a long time, maintaining her original posture.

The emotions in my heart almost burst out, the light in my eyes was extinguished, and the light was extinguished.

The overlapping ten fingers curled up slowly, pinching tighter and tighter.

Junxian, Junxian!
She is a reverse bone that suddenly grew out of Huan'er's body!

The ever-changing light in the eyes finally fell silent, and the queen called softly, "Mother Gui."

"Your Majesty, the old slave is here."

……

I was locked up all afternoon, during which time no one came to interrogate me.

Jing Li has been sitting in the shadow of the wall, listening to the groans and howls around him, smelling the disgusting smell in the air, very quiet, like an invisible person.

He thought that his peace might last until the emperor personally interrogated him.

However, it didn't take long for him to know that he was wrong.

In front of the torture wall directly opposite his cell, someone was hanged on a cross.

The sharp iron hook glowed with a cold luster, ruthlessly pierced through the prisoner's body, hooked his lute bone, and hung the other end on the flat beam of the cross.

The shrill screams resounded throughout the cell, and the echoes echoing around made people tremble.

Jing Li sat in the corner, watching quietly, watching the various instruments of torture hanging on the wall being used on the prisoners one by one.

The barbed whip whipped out bloodstains and hooked out pieces of fresh flesh.

The soldering iron was burning red, and it branded ruthlessly on the torn wound, making a crackling sound, and filled the air with the smell of meat.

……

That iron brush that didn't know what it was used for, soon, Jing Li also knew its usefulness.

The jailer laughed wildly, poured boiling water on the prisoner, brushed it with an iron brush, and what was brushed off was a layer of flesh, and repeated this until he saw white bones.

The prisoner screamed hoarsely, until the end there was no sound at all.

In the shadows, Jing Li's face was calm and pale, his hands clasped the wet and cold mud floor tightly, and the desire to vomit surged up one after another.

He had killed people before, but this was the first time he had seen such bloodshed.

Dizziness appeared in my mind, and an inexplicable picture suddenly flashed in my mind.

In a trance, as if the scene had changed, the jailer held a sharp hook that was still bleeding, and laughed wantonly.The prisoners surrounded by them were naked, dripping with blood, and under their dirty and messy hair, there was a pair of still, yet soul-stirring phoenix eyes!
The picture flashed by, and a sharp pain suddenly came from the depths of Jing Li's mind, and the next moment, he was plunged into darkness.

"Ah!" Jun Xian suddenly woke up from the nightmare, gasping for breath, and stroked his rapidly beating heart with one hand.

There was also a sharp pain.

She almost never had nightmares, and this was the first time she had a nightmare.

But when I think about it carefully, I can't remember what I dreamed about.

She just felt her heart beating fast and anxiously, and the pain hovering in her heart made her inexplicably anxious.

He lifted the quilt and got out of bed, went to the bed and opened the window, and a faint moonlight streamed in immediately.

The cold air hit his cheeks, which made Jun Xian wake up a little bit, and the restlessness barely dissipated by two points.

It was midnight, but she couldn't sleep.

Always feel a little uneasy.

Things in the Northland are basically off track now.

With the food dug out of the moat, the victims of the northern land have no problem coping with this winter.

The severely affected areas are being rebuilt, and the lightly affected areas are being repaired. In half a month, the victims will be able to move into their homes again.

The problem of food and housing was solved, and the incidents of mob riots that caused headaches for the government gradually decreased and finally subsided.

As for An Lishan, Lu Xinhai, etc., who were greedy for ink official food, because the cases involved were too serious, they had already planned to complete the reconstruction after the disaster, and they would be escorted to Beijing and handed over to the Supervision Department for disposal.

It has to be said that Yan Xide is a man of great skill and ability. Under his control, everything is in an orderly manner and is developing well.

And Junxian's only role here is to be a supervisor.

It is equivalent to a hands-off shopkeeper.

After all, Yan Xide is not stupid, and she will never make any mistakes at such a time for her to catch, so it becomes dispensable for her to stay.

Thinking of this, Jun Xian quickly closed the window, lit the oil lamp in the room, put on a robe casually, and started to pack things.

In the past few days, she has written letters to Wa'er almost every day, passing them by flying pigeons, but there has never been a reply.

She didn't know anything about the baby's situation in the capital, which made her very upset.

I was worried that my baby was angry because I wrote the letter late, and I was also worried that something happened to my baby and no one notified her.

Thinking of the uneasiness in his heart after the nightmare, Jun Xian moved faster.

Originally, she planned to wait for the dust to settle here before leaving, and estimated that it would take at least half a month, but now she didn't want to wait for a moment.

Yan Zhiyuan came here in high spirits in the morning, and wanted to report the progress of the disaster recovery in Beidi, but before he could speak, he was stunned by Jun Xian's words of returning to Beijing.

"Back, back to Beijing? Now?"

"Well, I will entrust the matter here to Mr. Yan. I will bid farewell to him later, and I will leave immediately." Jun Xian said calmly, handing the packed package to the guard.

"Master, don't you need to be so anxious? Today is just the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, and the Lantern Festival hasn't passed yet," Yan Zhiyuan smiled unnaturally, feeling inexplicably disappointed in his heart, "Why don't we leave after the Lantern Festival? The Lantern Festival here is different from other places, it has the characteristics of the Northland, you must have never seen it..."

"In the future." Jun Xian patted him on the shoulder and walked out.

If I have a chance in the future, I may bring Lier here to play and see the ice fields and glaciers in the Northland.

Now that he had made up his mind to leave, Jun Xian did not procrastinate at all, bid farewell, got on his horse, and left.

Flowing clouds and water.

Knowing that the state teacher had made up his mind, Yan Xide didn't hold back too much, and took his son to send him to the gate of the city.

(End of this chapter)