"Feng Qingchen, I have a piece of advice for you."
This voice saved Feng Qingchen from the pain. She had forgotten to think about Qian Jin and focused all her attention on Dong Lingjiu's words.
Advice, what advice would Uncle Nine Emperors give her?
She is looking forward to it.
Feng Qingchen hurriedly knelt towards Dongling Jiuyi and said gratefully: "Qingchen knelt down to thank Uncle Nine Emperors and asked Uncle Nine Emperors to give him instructions."
This thank you is not only to thank Uncle Nine Emperors for his advice, but also to thank Uncle Nine Emperors for saving his life.
Dong Lingjiu did not ask Feng Qingchen to get up. Even when he was talking to Feng Qingchen, his eyes did not fall on Feng Qingchen. The cold dignity separated him from the world.
"Feng Qingchen, remember what I said. In the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy and trick are in vain. The so-called black and white, right and wrong are just words from the mouth of those in power. Remember to put away your cleverness in the future.
, Don’t act recklessly when you have no ability. The life of a powerless person is the most worthless thing in this world.”
Just like today's situation, Princess Anping is much more powerful than Feng Qingchen, so Princess Anping can knead her as much as she wants and charge her with a crime, which is already giving her face.
Princess Anping wanted to kill Feng Qingchen, it was just a matter of words, but because of some people and things, Princess Anping couldn't do it too ugly.
Likewise, he didn't save Feng Qingchen because he had evidence to prove that Feng Qingchen was not involved in the assassination, nor because he believed that Feng Qingchen would not assassinate Anping.
Whether Feng Qingchen did it or not was not important in his eyes, because when he said Feng Qingchen did it, even if Feng Qingchen didn't do it, he still did it; when he said Feng Qingchen didn't do it, even if Feng Qingchen did it, he didn't do it.
This is power. The fact that he is sitting here means that he has the ability to turn things around, and he has the power to make decisions.
Feng Qingchen knelt there motionless, savoring these words carefully. After a while, he came back to his senses and thanked Uncle Nine Emperors: "Qingchen has learned the lesson. Thank you Uncle Nine Emperors for your teaching."
Kindness also requires ability, charity is not something everyone can do, and verbal sympathy has no value at all.
"Well, take a good look." Dong Lingjiu nodded.
This Feng Qingchen is very teachable, and it is not in vain for him to talk so much.
Dong Lingjiu and Feng Qingchen answered questions and did not avoid Anping and Lu Shaolin. The two of them had no feelings about Uncle Nine Emperors' words. They had already understood this truth.
Those with strength have the right to speak, but their strength is all dependent on the emperor, who has the final say.
Lu Shaolin and Anping didn't care about these words, but they cared about Uncle Nine Emperors' attitude towards Feng Qingchen.
When Uncle Nine Emperors gives you advice or admonishment, it seems that he is dissatisfied with you, but both Lu Shaolin and Anping understand that Uncle Nine Emperors is willing to teach you because he thinks highly of you and thinks you are a talent that can be made.
Looking at Dongling Continent, how many people want to be advised or taught a lesson by Uncle Nine Emperors?
You must know that the emperor has been thinking about deposing the prince these years, but has not taken action. This is not because the emperor is merciful, but because the Nine Emperors Uncle once taught the prince a lesson, asking him to learn how to be a heir and a king.
Because of such a lesson, the emperor has not taken action because the prince is the one protected by the Nine Emperors Uncle. This is why the emperor wants Dongling Ziluo to get close to the Nine Emperors Uncle.
And now, Feng Qingchen is also someone protected by Uncle Nine Emperors.
Lu Shaolin and Princess Anping know this, and Feng Qingchen will not be able to offend easily in the future.
Princess Anping was so angry that her heart, liver and lungs ached, while Lu Shaolin was thankful that he did not torture Feng Qingchen.
Feng Qingchen stood up and turned around to see that all the flesh on Qian Jin's right hand had been cut off, each piece as thin as a cicada's wing.
This time Feng Qingchen showed no expression and looked indifferent, as if he couldn't see Qian Jin's pain.
"Your Highness?" Lu Shaolin was a discerning man. Seeing this situation, he stepped forward with a flattering look on his face, wanting to ask Dong Lingjiu for instructions on what to do next.
"Handle the case according to the blood-clothed guard's procedures. I will not hinder Mr. Lu from reviewing the case."
It's a shame to say Bian, but he has the capital.
This is power.
Feng Qingchen understood.
Princess Anping wanted to speak several times, but finally held back.
She believed that Uncle Nine Emperors would not take things too far, at least this matter would not involve her and her mother.
"Burning." Lu Shaolin waved his hand, and the executioner retreated, while the blood-clad guards stepped forward.
The red-hot iron was rolling in the iron basin. The official picked and picked and finally selected a piece of soldering iron the size of a baby's palm.
"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." Qian Jin's mouth was blocked by the lid of the teapot, and he couldn't speak at all. He could only hear a low growl like a beast, blood, drool dripping down, and his eyes were already blurry and lifeless.
But even so, no one in the field had any intention of letting him go.
In Lu Shaolin's eyes, this is just a small punishment. Which prisoner in the Bloody Guards would not want to go through it. As for the Nine Emperors Uncle?
Feng Qingchen couldn't guess what he was thinking. Uncle Nine Emperor's eyes were too clear, and a person's eyes were too clear and deep for people to understand.
Just like Lan Jiuqing, Feng Qingchen couldn't understand Lan Jiuqing's deep eyes.
But privately, Feng Qingchen believed that Uncle Jiuhuang was not a bloodthirsty person. He only used money to make money. She should understand that when she has no strength, she must abide by the rules of this world and don't end up like Qian Jin.
fate.
You know, not every time you are so lucky.
With a squeaking sound, the blood-clothed guard burned the iron on Qian Jin's bones.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Qian Jin shook the torture rack in pain and kept hitting his head against it.
This is so painful that I want to replace it with another kind of pain.
There was a burning smell that made people feel nauseous.
Vomit…vomit…
The sound of nausea was heard, but it was the imperial doctor brought by Princess Anping.
This imperial physician usually walked around the Imperial Hospital and was a confidant of the Queen and Princess Anping. He had never seen such a scene (5) before.
Too bloody and cruel!
Feng Qingchen did not laugh, but just looked at the other party sympathetically.
Feng Qingchen understood that after leaving here, the future of this imperial doctor would be gone. The Queen and Princess Anping would not make Uncle Nine Emperors unhappy because of such a person.
Because he was well prepared and the words of Uncle Nine Emperors had an effect, Feng Qingchen did not feel the same discomfort as before and watched quietly as if it had nothing to do with him.
With a "chi" sound, the blood-clothed guard put the soldering iron into the water to cool down.
No accident, a black notch appeared on the bones of Qian Jin's hand, and the black notch was still smoking.
The blood-clothed guard picked up the second soldering iron. This time Princess Anping couldn't help it and retched on the side. "Uncle, Anping, I'm afraid..."
I don't know if it's true or not, but he has a pale face and looks very weak.
Dong Lingjiu nodded and waved his hand: "Then let's stop here."
Lu Shaolin and the Xueyiwei nodded and moved the torture instruments aside neatly.
There are too few proud people in this world. Most of them are in the Blood Guards. After being punished once, they will say whatever you ask them to say, but the Blood Guards don't like it.
The blood-clothed guard likes it and will ask you again after using all the torture instruments.
Today, I am lucky to have this money.
I just don’t know if this kid knows how to grasp this luck.
If he says the wrong thing, he will be the only one unlucky...