The boundless darkness in front of me brings out the gorgeous colors in my memories.

The wound on Shu'er's left wrist gradually stopped bleeding. Unable to hear the ticking sound in the barrel, the jailer slashed her right wrist with a knife.

The jailer asked: "General Lu asked you something, would you like to answer it?"

A smile appeared at the corners of Shu'er's lips, and she replied in a pure Song accent: "What's your answer? I am a spy sent by the Song Dynasty to the Restoration Allied Forces. You ask His Highness to come here in person, and I will tell you the plans of the Restoration Allied Forces."

, tell him everything."

The jailer said coldly: "If you don't answer truthfully, you will bleed to death in less than half a day. It's still too late to say it now."

Shu'er laughed loudly and still said in the Song accent: "You are really contradicting yourself. If I die, you will not know how the Song Dynasty was destroyed. Because you will all be buried with me."

The jailer said: "I advise you to report truthfully. Perhaps His Highness is kind and can treat the old, weak, women and children leniently."

Shu'er's throat was a little dry, so she coughed a few times and said, "Give me some water. This way, I can chat with you more. Maybe while we are chatting, I will spill the beans."

The jailer stopped answering, turned around and left the cell, and did not bring water for a long time.

Shu'er not only had a dry throat, but also began to feel dizzy and weak. The endless dripping sound of blood gradually made her irritated. Her back was itchy, but she couldn't scratch it, so she became even more irritated. She began to realize

, it turns out that this bloody torture is really a bit cruel.

She took a deep breath and pulled her thoughts away from the itching back to those dazzling moments in her memory. Out of the golden beach, between heaven and earth, there were only two people, her and Zhuge Rongrong. His kiss, as if

There was still residual warmth on her cheek. In the ancient tomb of King Zhou, he held her hand and taught her how to open all the mechanisms. She began to recall the hundreds of mechanisms in the ancient tomb again and again. Focusing on remembering those

After turning off the machine, she calmed down again and was no longer irritable.

Just when she recalled the 68th mechanism in the Tomb of King Zhou for the third time, the sound of three people's running footsteps gradually approached. The footsteps of two of them were different from those of the third person. They seemed to be working together to carry the machine.

What kind of heavy object? The door of the cell was opened again, and a heavy object was placed on the ground with a "bang" sound, and at the same time there was a "bang" sound of charcoal fire. Shu'er thought to himself, are they afraid that my passion will be destroyed?

I was freezing, so you brought me a charcoal brazier to keep me warm?

A familiar voice said: "General Yan, His Highness has an order that anyone who enters the Heavenly Prison of Song Dynasty shall receive no less than the interrogation punishment that should be given in the Heavenly Prison." Although Shu'er's eyes were covered, she could hear it.

, that is Xiaoxiaoying Lu Hui who has gone and returned.

Shu'er asked in a Song accent: "General Lu, you didn't go to the battlefield in the southern suburbs to fight the rebels, but you came here to kill the loyal people of the Song Dynasty in this prison. It is not the responsibility of a military general."

Lu Hui was surprised to hear Shu'er's pure Song accent and wondered: "Where are you from?"

Shu'er said: "I just confessed to the jailer brother. I am actually a spy sent by the Song Dynasty to the Qi army. Don't you believe it? If you don't believe it, ask His Highness if he has received one.

The military report from the Qi army probably said that the leader of the Restoration Alliance had written a brilliant plan. It read: The Wei army marched all the way to Dongyang and diverted the tiger away from the mountain. The Qi, Shu and Chen armies encircled the Yudu and jointly disturbed the power of the Song Dynasty.

.”

Lu Hui seemed to have heard some joke, and immediately burst out laughing, stammering: "Yan...General Yan, do you think I, Lu Hui, am a three-year-old child? The military report you mentioned was what I personally told His Highness.

.Of course you know what is written in that tip bag! Because that tip bag was given to you by your husband!"

Shu'er also smiled and said: "Lu Datou, my husband gave me more than just one bag of tips. There are three tips in total, and three clever plans to destroy the Song Dynasty. They are all in my mind. Go and invite Liu over quickly.

I told him personally. If he doesn't come, even if you kill me, I won't tell anyone."

Lu Hui suppressed her smile and said: "I, the king of the Song Dynasty, am I the king of the Song Dynasty that you, a rebel, can call around? I don't need punishment, I'm afraid you will continue to talk nonsense. The first punishment of entering the heavenly prison is,

It's to iron the word "Song Prisoner" on the soles of the feet. Since you said you have two more tricks up your sleeve, why not let's iron two words "Song Prisoner" on the soles of the feet, one on each side."

The sound of the charcoal fire was suddenly particularly harsh. The jailer took off Shu'er's boots and socks, and dangled a red-hot iron seal around her feet. Shu'er could feel the warmth of the iron seal.

.

The jailer said coldly: "Let me ask you again. What are the plans of the Allied Restoration Army? Why do you say that the Song Dynasty will be destroyed?"

Shu'er said stubbornly: "You call Liu Lai. If he doesn't come, I won't tell you even if I die. If I don't tell you, when the spring comes and the flowers bloom, the Song Dynasty will fall into pieces!"

Before she finished speaking, one of her feet was lifted by the jailer. A heart-burning pain accompanied a burning smell, and the word "Prisoner of the Song Dynasty" was printed on the sole of Shu'er's left foot.

The jailer asked: "To say it, or not to say it?"

Shu'er's voice was weak but stubborn: "You dare to use torture on Song's loyal and good people privately... Liu will one day... kill you..."

******

Liu changed into a clean loose white robe in the palace, but he didn't want to go back to Yongtai Palace. He wanted to wait for Qiao to leave before he went to get the painting he had hidden under the pillow of the warm couch. Reading for a while was fascinating.

After reading a relaxing poem, he stood in front of the window of the palace with his hands folded, quietly looking at the falling snowflakes in the White Jade Palace, and once again fell into deep thought.

He felt that there was nothing wrong with Qiao marrying into the palace, and her father Qiao Luo, King of Pingchang, was indeed designed to be killed by him. Should he compensate Qiao? But how to compensate? He promised with his own body.

...He couldn't do it. So he thought of Ling Zi again. He knew that Ling Zi was different from Qiao. Qiao was stubborn and arrogant, while Ling Zi was gentle and lovely.

However, if I can’t catch my eye or enter my heart, how can I be on the same page with them? Do I really have to be a widower for the rest of my life? Since you left, what kind of woman will I... be attracted to?

While Liu Zheng was thinking, he heard the palace man outside the door shouting: "Ling Mei is here!"

A pretty woman in pink clothes walked lightly with a smile on her face. She waved to Liu by the window and said, "Your Highness, you have returned to the palace! I'm here to see you and I'll leave in a moment."

Liu nodded to Ling Zi. In front of the bright smile of an innocent little girl, he seemed not to be too cold. What's more, this little girl accompanied him through the vermilion carpet in Jinghe Palace.

Ling Zi walked up to Liu with a smile and did not salute. Instead, she stretched out her hand and pulled Liu's sleeves affectionately and said, "Your Highness has lost weight! What would you like to eat? My cooking skills are very good. Only Your Highness can

There’s nothing you can’t think of that I won’t do!”

Liu Ren let Lingzi tug on his sleeve, looked at her with lowered eyebrows, his eyes were slightly gentle, and said: "The palace has its own cook, you don't have to work hard."

Ling Zi smiled and said, "I'm not working hard! How can I call it hard work to cook for my husband? It's not like the female general of Qi who has to lead troops to fight for her husband and suffer the consequences of being imprisoned!"
Chapter completed!