Chapter 176

Ah Xiang finally didn't leave, he made hot water and sent it over.

The people in the tent lay quietly inside, motionless.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the night was getting dark.

The fat man closed the cell door, and the four men opened the cell door and walked in.

Lan Ling raised his head, looked at the blurred four figures outside, and raised his head alertly.

"Who will come first?" Fatty's voice.

Everyone looked at each other, the lights were dim, and the faces of the people in the shadows were twisted and weird, as if they had changed.

"This is known, it's a death penalty!" A Xiang Weng said.

"You have no heart and no guts. She will die tomorrow, who will know if we don't say it! Could you say it? Tell you that even if you don't do it today, we will say you did it!" The fat man said viciously.

"She can't say it herself!" A Xiang didn't give up.

"It will make her unable to speak for a while! Quick, who comes first?" Fatty became anxious.

"You go first." Lian Cheng said.

The fat man rubbed his hands and looked at A Xiang: "Why don't you go first? I think you are interested in her."

Ah Xiang was panting heavily, the peculiar smell of a woman looming in the prison made his heart beat faster.

He walked slowly to the tent.

The fat man also came up, "I'll help you."

"Go away!" Ah Xiang kicked the fat man.

There was a chuckle from the tent, like a silver bell.

Ah Xiang "suddenly" stood there. The fragrance penetrated into his breath, and it was indescribably comfortable, and the things deep in his heart couldn't stop it.

Fatty became anxious when he saw that Ah Xiang stayed there motionless. "Don't take up the puddle without shit! I'll come!"

When Ah Xiang saw the obscene and greedy light on Fatty's face, Fatty opened the tent with both hands, ready to get in.

A Xiang was shocked and angry. Just as he was about to step forward to stop him, he suddenly felt a coldness in his chest, and a sharp blade came out of his chest. It was cold and could not feel any pain. But the blood gushing out was real, he wiped it away and panicked.

He stared at the blade of unknown origin in disbelief, and suddenly saw the fat man in front slide down in front like a pile of meat.

A big mouthful of blood poured out of the fat man's mouth. With his eyes open and his arms broken, he lay on the ground and twitched a few times, without making a sound.

Ah Xiang held his chest, he wanted to turn back, but he was already powerless.

The figure of You Minghuang flashed by. He opened his eyes wide to see who that person was, and was kicked aside by that person. The body slowly slid down.

The throats of the two jailers in the back had been slit, and the prison was full of blood.

At last, Ah Xiang saw that four or five people had entered the cell, and the one in front of him wearing bright yellow brocade clothes was the current emperor Ling Chen. When he was on duty, he saw it once from a distance.

He is still here, to see his queen, will he really kill that beautiful woman?

A Xiang's consciousness gradually disappeared, and he sighed in his heart that in this short life, he has never tasted the taste of a woman...

"How many guards are there?" Ling Chen asked.

"Six people." Gu Fan said.

"All the people who saw her in this cell were killed." Ling Chen said in a low voice.

He still came. Lan Ling leaned against the simple head of the bed. She thought she would never see him again in this life.

The smell of blood seeped into her breath, and she wanted to vomit. A lot of blood was splashed on the tent, which was shocking.

Lan Ling heard that someone was cleaning up the corpses. She opened the tent and saw that someone was moving Fatty's body. That fat man, his arms were broken, his eyes were gouged out, and his blood was blurred.

Lan Ling was startled, the shackles on his feet tripped, and he sat down on the plank.

Ling Chen stood there with no expression on his face.

She stood up and walked out slowly. The long blue prison robe almost dragged on the ground. The sound of the flickering shackles drew everyone's attention to her feet.

Ling Chen's eyes moved slightly, and he squinted at Gu Fan, Gu Fan immediately knelt down: "I don't know who put the shackles on me, but I didn't have them when I came last night."

Lan Ling smiled: "Your Majesty is so forgetful, didn't you ask Wen Heng to add it to me because you were afraid that I would run away again?"

Ling Chen's brows moved, but he didn't say anything.

Lan Ling walked very hard, Ling Chen's feet were about to step out, he wanted to go over and hug her. Seeing her stubborn and calm face, he finally didn't move, and stood there firmly sideways.

Behind Ling Chen, stood Rui Wang, Han Zhitao, Gu Fan and Yang Shu.

Everyone was secretly looking at the emperor's face.

King Rui frowned, and Han Zhitao was angry.

Lan Ling stopped a step away from Ling Chen: "Why are you here?" she asked.

Ling Chen looked at her. She was haggard, her face was pale, and her eyes were blue and black. Among his concubines, she was not absolutely stunning, but her whole body showed a refined and refined taste. At this time, her eyes were bright and she looked at him quietly.

"I came to see you." He said, reaching out and pulling her into his arms.

She put her hands on his chest: "Your Majesty, please respect yourself."

Ling Chen's eyes stood up, "Who are you guarding for?" There was a sneering smile on his face.

Lan Ling smiled: "Whoever the emperor thinks is who."

Ling Chen's smile was even stronger, looking up and down at Lan Ling, that smile was like Ling Chen's cynical laugh when they first met.

Everyone's heart clenched, and the people around him knew that Ling Chen was angry.

A burst of cracked brocade sound came into everyone's ears, Ling Chen was pulling Lan Ling, Lan Ling retreated, and his clothes were torn.

Everyone turned their heads and walked out of the prison door. Han Zhitao gritted his teeth, paused, and followed him out of the prison door.

Lan Ling's resistance made Ling Chen even more angry, he threw away the sleeve in his hand and saw her snow-white arm exposed.

The buttons on the front of the clothes were also torn open, revealing large areas of snow white.

Lan Ling trembled and was held tightly in his arms.

Vaguely, it seems that these scenes are repeating the experience of her previous life, as if the previous life reappeared. In her previous life, the night before her heart was gouged out, came to her mind.

"No matter who you are guarding for, as long as I don't let go, you are still my woman!" He whispered in her ear.

Lan Ling's face was pale, his ankle was pulled by him, tearing apart large pieces of flesh, blood flowed out, seeping into the shoes, and the soles of the feet were sticky and uncomfortable.

Lan Ling could barely speak because of the pain, but there was a faint smile on his face.

Everyone stood outside the prison door, and a woman's suppressed hoarse voice entered everyone's ears. It was her painful moan.

"What is the emperor doing!" Han Zhitao almost turned around and went in.

King Rui and Gu Fan stopped him.

Ling Chen tore Lan Ling's prison clothes. Inside revealed a lavender undershirt and a red apron.

He looked at her.

She had a lot to say to him, but since Tian Ming died, Wen Heng made a concubine, and she didn't want to say anything.

If there are misunderstandings, those misunderstandings are a test. If they really knew each other and loved each other, how could there be such a deep misunderstanding. Tian Ming has followed him since he was a child. Everyone knows his sincerity. How could he let him die like this?

And Wen Heng. Thinking of Wen Heng, Lan Ling almost suffocated. The pain this woman brought her was like a brand.

Her prison jacket slipped under his feet, and he could see the wound and blood on her ankle.

The man's slender fingers grabbed the chain and pulled it gently, blood dripping from her ankle.