The blood-dropping torture is intended to break people's minds. The wooden barrel was originally filled with half a bucket of water, so when the blood dripped in, it would make a translucent and heavy, silent but lively sound of blood dripping. The prisoner's eyes were covered.

, the only perception comes from sound. The blood drips slowly, and the dagger is also coated with herbs that inhibit blood coagulation. The sound of blood dripping is slow and slow, just like death, coming one after another.

Time passes, but it is stagnant in the smell of blood. If you take a step back, you can live. If you take a step further, you will die. But the prisoners don't know that the wounds that have been bleeding are actually not deep, and the bleeding is not much. They will only live here.

In the silence with no love and no way to die, he gradually sank and suffered all kinds of torture.

But Shu'er was not in pain. She even felt that in this life, even if she died alone in the heavenly prison of Song Dynasty, it was not in vain that she had come to this boundless mortal world. And this time, she felt that she was being succumbed to all the people in heaven.

God's favor.

Amidst the sound of dripping blood, she smiled and recalled the happy times in the past. Counting the sound of dripping blood was like counting stars with her brother on the star-catching platform in the White Jade Palace when she was a child.

Tick, tick, blink, blink.

When she was a child in the White Jade Palace, she was happy every day. When she returned to the Jade City more than half a year ago, she was elated again. She met her brother and her mother, and she felt more at peace with them than she had expected.

Okay, she can leave with peace of mind.

When she was living in a foreign country, she had three aunts who took her in and taught her, and Lin Ying, who was always worried about the world being unstable, as a companion. She never felt lonely. Later, she met the "number one beauty", Zhuge Calm. He was handsome and unrestrained,

She is both civilized and military, with the broad-mindedness of a Jianghu person, and the gentleness and elegance of a rich young master. Not only did she fall in love with him, but she also married him. The two of them drank wine together in front of guests from the four countries and in front of the monarchs of the three countries.

A glass of wedding wine.

Shu'er is not alone, because even if all her blood is shed, she will do it for him, for their friendship, for their plan to restore the country, and for their success in the world. Even if he dies, he will remember her forever.

She smiled secretly, such a punishment can only punish those who have sin in their hearts. Because the more sinful they are, the lonelier they will be. But I have no sins, only happiness.

She suddenly thought of a sentence in the ancient tomb of King Zhou: The bones in the fairyland are dry, and the flowers in the underworld are blooming. Even if I die in the darkness without seeing the sun, the spring is bright and at ease in my heart.

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In the White Jade Palace, in the Yongtai Hall, Liu is taking a nap on a warm couch. In recent days, he has often stayed in the Qiuchang military camp, and sometimes even delayed the court meeting. Although the southern suburbs of the Jade Capital are still fighting hard today, the Song Dynasty is sure of victory, and he can't help but feel a little tired

.Maybe when you wake up, you can hear the good news from the southern suburbs. But if you don't wake up and don't listen, that's fine.

But lying on the couch, he tossed and turned again and couldn't fall asleep. He looked at the lyre placed in the corner, and he couldn't count how many days he hadn't played it.

Sorry, don't blame me for not praying for you again, because I no longer deserve to find you again.

Miss Yan, since you left, I have no mood to play the piano anymore, because every time I play a piece of music, your smile is in front of me. The more beautiful your smile is, the more completely my heart will wither.

Liu took out a painting he carried with him and opened it to look at it. The woman in the painting, disguised as a man, was admiring flowers in the Zhao Palace Garden. The inscription on the painting was written by him himself:

There is no end of the world, so I give you a singing harp as a gift.

One parting makes two wide, knowing each other but not loving each other.

He thought of the absurd decision he made a few days ago, Miss Yan. If we meet on the battlefield, if you wear light blue clothes, I will not kill you. But now, I have not gone to the battlefield, and you don’t know whether you have been killed by the sword. For Song

Country, I can't save you. But this painting, I will treasure it for the rest of my life.

Just when Liu was looking at the painting, Qiao Yingying walked in. The palace people reported: "Beauty Qiao has arrived!" So Liu hurriedly folded the portrait Lin Ying painted for Shu'er, put it under the pillow, turned over and sat up

.

Qiao came alone without a maid, carrying a food box. She was wearing a white rabbit fur coat, and her emerald green dress looked particularly bright. Qiao walked to Liu's warm bed and saluted: "I heard that Your Highness returned.

Now that you are in the palace, I specially cooked some red bean porridge to warm your highness’s stomach.”

Liu got up and sat down, glanced at Qiao expressionlessly and said, "Beauty Qiao is interested." Then he went to the desk.

Qiao opened the food box on the side of the case, took out the exquisite white jade cup inside, opened the lid, and placed it on Liu's desk together with a small silver spoon.

Liu lowered his eyebrows and looked at the steaming red bean porridge, and suddenly smiled bitterly. Red beans can't cure my endless lovesickness.

Before Liu decided whether he wanted to have a bowl of red bean porridge on the day when Miss Yan was killed in the battle in the southern suburbs, a palace servant hurried in and saluted Liu: "Your Highness, Pingchang... King Pingchang... is guarding Dongyang.

Dongyang fell. King Pingchang..." He saw Qiao Zheng, the daughter of Pingchang King Qiaoluo, standing next to Liu, so he didn't know how to speak.

Liu Ming knew the truth and asked: "What happened to King Pingchang?"

The palace man did not dare to raise his head for fear of meeting Qiao Meiren's eyes. He stumbled and answered: "Ping...King Chang... died... died in the line of duty."

Liu sighed. This was the last move he made to reduce the power of the Qiao family in the Song Dynasty. He knew that now that the Allied Forces of Restoration had invaded the Song Dynasty, the most powerful and powerful army in the Song Dynasty was the King of Pingchang.

Teng Yong's army under his command. If King Pingchang took the opportunity to raise troops to rebel, it would be far more terrifying than the destruction of the Song Dynasty by the Restoration Allies. This is because King Pingchang's power in the Song Dynasty is deeply rooted, because he has the most defense against the Song Dynasty.

Familiar with him, because he was very dissatisfied with the Qiao family's loss of power over the years, and was quite critical of Liu's political opinions.

Liu Dao: "King Pingchang defended Dongyang and died in the line of duty. He should be buried in a mausoleum with the courtesy of a first-class Duke of our Song Dynasty."

Qiao turned to look at Liu, who had always been expressionless, neither sad nor angry, and choked with sobs: "Your Highness, the Pingchang Palace has been loyal for generations, and my father died in the line of duty. Is this what you said...?"

Liu asked: "What else should I say?"

Qiao looked at Liu aggrievedly, and was so angry that he could not speak. How many words did you say to me when I married you? When I married you, did you greet my father and brother? Now my father is...

If you die in the line of duty, you...don't you feel even a little bit sad?

Liu stood up, picked up the red bean porridge on the table, handed it back to Qiao, and said, "It's cold in winter, but this porridge is still hot. Let's drink it, beautiful Qiao. Your father died in the line of duty. The Song Dynasty will always remember his meritorious service, and will

I will always express my gratitude to the Royal Palace of Pyeongchang for their loyalty from generation to generation."

I am your wife, and my father died in the line of duty. Are you trying to comfort me with such a painless tone? Qiao was so angry that she couldn't help but push the jade cup back to Liu.
Chapter completed!