Seeing the tense atmosphere, Chu Jia, who was leaning on the edge of the stone door, quietly turned Sikong Yao with his elbow.
Sikong Ling bowed to Feng Ruohen politely, "Your Majesty, there are still important matters in the palace. I will take my leave first."
We are setting out early tomorrow morning, and Sikong Ling is Feng Ruohen's advisor and even his military advisor, so he will definitely go with him.
There is an undercurrent of fighting in the air right now, so why not quickly find an excuse to run away.
Seeing this, Chu Jia stood up straight and leaned forward to ask, "Your Majesty, then I will..."
Before he finished speaking, Feng Ruohen received a thousand-year-old cold look. He immediately stopped talking, turned around and walked out quietly.
I'm crying in my heart, I guess he really won't be able to go.
There were still Helan Qin'er, Feng Ruohen, two executioners responsible for torture, and a dying prisoner left in the cell.
The light inside was dim, and Qin'er couldn't help but look at the prisoner whose body was beaten to pieces and whose face was unrecognizable...
After just one glance, his eyebrows twisted up unnaturally, it was so cruel.
The criminal law of Feng Country is so harsh that it is almost cruel. If you steal valuables, you will have your fingers chopped off. Although she lost control and killed the group of crazy bandits yesterday, the feeling is different from what she sees now.
Seeing Qin'er looking away, Feng Ruohen tilted his head and ignored her.
He waved his hand lightly, signaling the executioner to continue the torture.
The already unconscious prisoner was severely branded on the waist with a red-hot iron. He screamed loudly, his skin made a "squeaking" sound, and a disgusting burnt smell spread out.
Qin'er's face became even more ugly, and she couldn't help but cover her nose with her hand, not to take another look at the torture rack.
"What do you want to tell me?" Feng Ruohen sat down on the chair, as if enjoying a troupe performance, and had a panoramic view of the prisoner being tortured.
She knew that he did it on purpose and was so bad that it made people laugh.
The most important thing in negotiation is momentum...
"I'm not going to the Silver Sand Sea." Qin'er straightened her back and said simply, glaring at him.
The prison officer next to her never stopped, and her screams filled her ears like a demonic sound, which directly suppressed her arrogance.
Her evasive eyes were accurately caught by Feng Ruohen. She secretly felt funny that she was trying to be brave even though she couldn't stand it anymore. When will this girl learn to behave?