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"What are you doing here?"
As soon as Song Wan put the handkerchief on Song Qingfeng's face, Song Qingfeng woke up.
But he was so weak that he only moved his neck and failed to lift his head.
Song Wan first helped him wipe the blood on his forehead and said softly: "Your Majesty asked me to come."
"Ah."
Song Qingfeng sneered coldly, then spat on Song Wan and said in a hoarse voice, "Get out!"
There were wounds in his mouth, and the spittle he spat out was bloody.
Song Wan didn¡¯t pay attention and continued to wipe Song Qingfeng¡¯s face.
Even after wiping away the blood, his face was still covered in bruises, and his original handsome face was no longer visible at all. Song Wan got wet as he wiped his eyes.
This is Song Qingfeng.
How could a person who used to scream for a long time when a speck of dust on his face was willing to turn himself into such a miserable state?
Song Qingfeng panted and asked sarcastically: "What did the Dog Emperor promise you to come here and cry hypocritically?"
Song Wan did not answer, fearing that he would cry if he opened his mouth. He turned around and washed the handkerchief, preparing to wipe Song Qingfeng's hands.
His hands were also tortured, the skin and flesh on his fingers were flying, and they were so bloody that it made people feel numb just looking at them.
It has only been seven or eight hours since he was caught, but there is not a single good thing about him.
Song Wan was stunned there with the handkerchief, unable to do anything.
Song Qingfeng smiled more and more wantonly and said, "You are despicable and spineless. Don't say your surname is Song from now on. We don't have anyone like you in the Song family."
Although there were only two of them in the torture room, Song Qingfeng knew that there were many pairs of ears listening behind this door. This was the last thing he could do for Song Wan as his brother.
Song Wan¡¯s waist bent down little by little, as if he was being crushed by an invisible force.
In the end, she squatted on the ground, looked at Song Qingfeng with red eyes, and said, "Brother, don't hold on anymore, let's leave here together and go into seclusion in the mountains, okay?"
Song Qingfeng spat at Song Wan again and said, "Shut up! You don't know anything and you have no right to say such things to me."
"I know," Song Wan replied, looking into Song Qingfeng's eyes through his disheveled hair, and said, "I know why you are fighting for your life, and His Majesty also knows that as long as you tell the story behind the assassination of His Highness the Third Prince, Who is the leader? His Majesty will rehabilitate the Song family, and will also reveal to the public the truth that you and your father have been searching for. Your Majesty will also give us a sum of money to let us leave."
When he said the last sentence, Song Wan's voice was very soft, his heart ached from the pressure of despair, and he was a little breathless.
Zhao Qing only promised to free her and did not mention Song Qingfeng.
No matter what, it is an indisputable fact that Song Qingfeng assassinated the emperor's heir, and Zhao Qing will not forgive him.
The truth he told was only enough to exchange for Song Wan's freedom.
Song Wan didn¡¯t know if he was included in Song Qingfeng¡¯s original plan. He only knew that no matter whether the plan came to fruition or not, Song Qingfeng had no intention of living.
If nothing else happens, this should be the last time they see each other.
Even so, Song Wan still had to accompany him to finish the scene.
Song Qingfeng finally raised his head a little. He looked at Song Wan, and seemed to see the souls of those who died in the Song family through Song Wan. He asked word by word: "Do you think I would want to use the ghost like this?" How to survive?"
He purified himself, became a eunuch, and crushed his pride, turning himself into a complete slave, neither male nor female, like a monster.
Don¡¯t talk about other people, he himself finds it disgusting!
Song Wan shook his head and said: "Brother, this is not your fault. Let's find a place where no one knows us, and live a day where we work at sunrise and rest at sunset. There are no disputes. You can read books, drink tea, etc. in your free time. Isn¡¯t it a good time to make wine?¡±
Song Wan's voice couldn't help but tremble. That kind of life was too beautiful and too far away for them, like colorful bubbles under the sun, which dispersed with a light poke.
Song Qingfeng didn't speak, just shook his head, silently refusing, Song Wan shed tears and said eagerly: "Brother, even if you really don't want to live anymore, please live for me, okay? The Song family is gone. My mother is no longer alive, can you bear to leave me alone in this world?"
Song Wan cried silently.
It¡¯s just that tears kept pouring out, and my eyes and nose were red, as if I was abandoned by the whole world.
Song Qingfeng looked at her, his eyes softened little by little, and said: "These fewGot it? "
Song Wan¡¯s suppressed emotions surged back to him. Just when he was about to speak, tears rolled down his face.
" Gu Yanting, you are wrong. My brother Song Qingfeng has always been a good person.
But he was about to die, and no one could save him.
¡°Do you know, I lost him twice.
I really will never have a brother again.
Emotions overflowing, Song Wan cried so hard that his whole body began to tremble. Gu Yanting frowned, grabbed the back of Song Wan's head and pushed him into his arms.
He was covered with whip wounds, the smell of blood was very strong, and there was also the rancid smell in the prison. The smell was actually a bit unpleasant, but when Song Wan leaned into his arms, he felt at ease as never before.
His chest and arms were so strong and powerful, like a safe haven that could block all wind and rain, so that she didn't have to hide her emotions and could be her truest self.
The jailer was startled by Gu Yanting's actions, and then shouted loudly: "What are you doing? Let go. I'm warning you, no matter who comes in here, don't try to play any tricks!"
After speaking, the jailer stepped forward to pull Song Wan away, but Gu Yanting stopped him with a look.
What kind of look is that?
Like a sleeping and dormant beast, after being touched by the reverse scale, he opened his eyes and burst out the most primitive and terrifying murderous intent in his bones.
For a moment, the jailer thought that Gu Yanting could easily break free from the chains on his hands and feet, kill everyone and lead Song Wan to escape from Dali Temple.
The jailer was so frightened that he swallowed his saliva and took back his hand.
Gu Yanting patted Song Wan on the back to help her calm down, and said in a deep voice: "Don't be afraid."
He didn¡¯t have time to ask Song Wan what happened, so he could only comfort her with such simple words.
Song Wan cried for a while and finally calmed down. She raised her head from Gu Yanting's arms and saw that his clothes were wet a lot, and nervousness flashed in her eyes. Gu Yanting instantly saw what she was thinking and said lightly : "It's okay, I don't feel any pain."
Why doesn¡¯t it hurt when he¡¯s injured like this? He¡¯s not a tough guy.
Song Wan withdrew from his arms, sniffed and said, "I'm sorry, sir, I've lost my temper."
Her voice was hoarse, and there were crystal tears hanging on her trembling eyelashes. It was obvious that she had been greatly wronged, and she still wanted to apologize to him.
Gu Yanting felt a slight pain in his heart. He clenched his fists to resist the urge to press the person into his arms again, and said again: "Don't be afraid."
Song Wan nodded and said, "Don't be afraid, I am waiting for you to return safely."
After Song Wan said he was about to leave, one of the jailers said, "Wait a minute, you have just been in contact with each other, and you have to search yourself before you can leave."
The evil spirit around Gu Yanting was instantly released. He glanced at the jailer coldly, raised his hand and said, "Search me."
Gu Yanting used a commanding tone that could not be questioned. The jailer was afraid that he would be beaten, so he agreed with his proposal and searched him carefully to make sure that there was nothing extra on him before letting Song Wan leave.
Song Wan waited outside Dali Temple for more than an hour before Chen Tongming, the young minister of Dali Temple, walked out in a hurry.
He was holding a thick stack of paper in his hand, which should be Song Qingfeng's confession.
Song Wan only glanced at it and then looked away, Fu Shen said: "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Chen."
This confession was so implicated that Chen Tongming had no time to gossip and said with a sullen face: "Come with me to the palace immediately to meet His Majesty."
It was already the end of the ugly period. Fortunately, Song Wan had the golden order given by Zhao Qing, so the two of them were able to enter the palace late at night.
However, Zhao Qing had just fallen asleep and no one dared to wake him up. Song Wan could only wait with Chen Tongming outside Zhao Qing's dormitory.
At a quarter of the hour, the lights in the dormitory came on, and Zhao Qing woke up and prepared to wash up and go to the morning court.
Chen Tongming and Song Wan entered together with the palace people. When they saw Zhao Qing, Chen Tongming immediately knelt down and said, "I pay homage to Your Majesty. The traitor Song Qingfeng confessed to the mastermind last night. Here is the confession. Please read it."
Chen Tongming said and presented the confession with both hands. The palace attendant wanted to take it but Zhao Qing stopped him. He took the confession himself and read it carefully.
At this moment, it was still completely dark outside, and the palace official silently added another lamp. Zhao Qing silently looked at the pages of confessions in his hands, and the atmosphere was so suffocating that it made people breathless.
I don¡¯t know how long it took, but Zhao Qing finally finished reading it. He closed the confession, looked at Chen Tongming and asked, "Who else has read this confession?"
Chen Tongming said: "In addition to His Majesty and the ministers, there are also two civil servants from Dali Temple who are responsible for recording."
Zhao Qing said without hesitation: "Kill."
Chen Tongming raised his head in shock and was about to say something when he saw Zhao Qing put the confession on the candle and lit it.
The flames immediately swallowed up the papers, and the palace servants quickly brought copper basins to catch them, so as not to dirty the floor tiles of the bedroom.
Chen Tongming's words turned around and turned into: "I obey your orders."
We understand that Zhao Qing means not to let anyone know the content of this confession.
Zhao Qing looked at Song Wan and said, "The Queen Mother is unwell. You can serve her at Ci'an Palace for the next few days."
"Yes." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)The confession was placed on the candle and lit.
The flames immediately swallowed up the papers, and the palace servants quickly brought copper basins to catch them, so as not to dirty the floor tiles of the bedroom.
Chen Tongming's words turned around and turned into: "I obey your orders."
We understand that Zhao Qing means not to let anyone know the content of this confession.
Zhao Qing looked at Song Wan and said, "The Queen Mother is unwell. You can serve her at Ci'an Palace for the next few days."
"Yes." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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