"I think so, Zhennan, let's go to the front hall to wait for her." After saying that, Shu Yan took Tang Zhennan's hand and walked towards the front hall.
That night, Tang Zhennan did not wait for Zhang Xiaoman, and he didn't know what tea he drank, so he slept until December 13th, and mistakenly told Lingyun Palace to explain his mission.
On December 13th, the Dongyan King Capital, a secret dungeon
A biting icy pain awakened Xiaoman from her coma. She opened her eyes weakly and saw that her face was covered with water.
I wanted to reach out to wipe it, but when I moved, I found that the piercing pain came and I almost fainted again
Turning around, my hands were tied to the pillars by iron chains.
With a slight movement, the worn wound will bleeding again
The knees were covered with pointed gravel, and some of the pointed tips had worn out her clothes and inserted into her flesh and blood
The surroundings are cold and not ventilated, and they are like a prison cell for torture prisoners.
Xiaoman moved and found that he was full of pain in his body, and he couldn't describe it.
Even the hunger in the abdomen turned into nothing in the face of pain
At this time, the door of the cell was pushed open with a "crunch" sound
A civil servant wearing the fifth-rank white crane official uniform walked slowly under the crowd of people
I saw that he was pale, thin, and his tall hooked nose was very eye-catching.
There are two squinted faces on the lips and a goatee on the chin. It's about the 40s.
Xiaoman turned his eyes to the others, all dressed in domestic servants, and none of them were wearing prison guards' clothes.
It seems that this is the secret army of the King of Yan. They usually pretend to be a writer and servant to cover up their eyes and ears. They will not take action unless necessary.
Could it be that the Lord of Lingyun Palace is really planning to make a big fuss?
At this time, the fifth-rank civil servant had already arrived beside Xiaoman and asked sarcastically: "What's your name?"
Getting closer, Xiaoman saw a pair of terrifying hands, fingers like dead trees, and long and yellow nails.
Such a man, no need to ask, must be a pervert!
Thinking of this, she turned her head and ignored him
Seeing Xiaoman keep silent, the servant next to the fifth-rank civil servant rushed up and slapped her in the face, saying, "Damn girl, Master Pang is asking you, why are you pretending to be dead!"