Chapter 54 You Are So Fierce
Zhao Fangye's voice suddenly rang out in the dungeon.
Adjutant Sun followed behind him and lit the candlesticks on the wall. Candlelight filled every corner of the dungeon, and the environment of the dungeon gradually became clear.
The entire dungeon was very spacious, and Zhao Jingshuo was tied to a stone pillar in the center of the dungeon. Behind him was a wall covered with various torture instruments.
The surroundings are in a cross pattern. On both sides of the horizontal and vertical corridors are cramped cells.
The entire dungeon was cold and damp, and the brown stains on the ground were blood stains that had not been washed off. Or maybe it was because he bled too much and over time it became what it is now.
Zhao Jingshuo heard the voice and opened his eyes from his dirty hair. Look carefully at your surroundings and the people in front of you.
Staring at Zhao Fangye with a trembling voice, he did not forget to swear: "I am the crown prince of the dynasty, how dare you imprison me privately! This is disrespectful. Are you going to rebel?"
Without answering, Zhao Fangye walked behind him and took a short blade from the wall.
The short blade gleamed coldly in the candlelight.
He turned around and walked in front of Zhao Jingshuo with the short blade in his hand.
Zhao Fangye's face was gloomy, his light eyes flashed with cold light, and a sense of hostility rose from his body. His thin lips were pursed into a cold arc.
He should never, ever, ever set his sights on Song Huaixi.
No matter how Zhao Jingshuo tried to trip him up, he didn't care and didn't want to pay any attention.
But his mistake was involving Song Huaixi.
Seeing him approaching him step by step with a dagger in his hand, Zhao Jingshuo began to feel frightened.
He twisted his body on the pillar and shrank back in an attempt to avoid the blade in front of him.
He screamed hoarsely in fear: "You...you...what are you going to do? You dare to kill me? Are you crazy?!"
Ignoring his shouting, he puffed.
Zhao Fangye inserted the short blade in his hand into his wound with arrow feathers.
“Aa ...
"Zhao Fangye...you dare!!!"
"ah!!!!"
For a moment, Zhao Jingshuo's shrill screams echoed in the cell.
The short blade was extremely sharp. Zhao Fangye repeated the stabbing action on his shoulder with an expressionless face. The short blade stirred in the flesh, turning out the rotten flesh at the wound along with the good flesh in the shoulder.
Blood was dripping all over, Zhao Fangye looked at the scarlet flesh on his shoulder. There was bloodthirsty look in his eyes, and he wished he could cut Zhao Jingshuo into pieces to relieve his hatred.
Just not now.
"Zhao Fangye!!! You bastard!!! How dare you do this to me!!! I'm going to kill you!!! Aa ...
"You bastard, I won't let you go!!!"
"Ah!!! Just wait for me!!!"
Zhao Jingshuo lived a life of debauchery and pampered life. When had he ever suffered such a thing? He immediately started cursing loudly.
Throwing the knife aside, Zhao Fangye frowned. He looked at his bloody hands with disgust.
The second thing he said when he came to the dungeon was: "It's so noisy."
Adjutant Sun quickly stepped forward and handed him a handkerchief, then found a chair and placed it behind him: "Your Highness, he is the crown prince after all. I'm afraid that doing this will be disadvantageous to you, Your Highness."
Sitting on the chair, slowly wiping the blood from his fingertips, looking at Zhao Jingsuo and nodding, Zhao Fangye's eyes were shrouded in gloom.
So what if we get discovered?
"The Crown Prince is under house arrest. What does his punishment have to do with me?" Without changing his expression, Zhao Fangye said nonchalantly, "Punish him."
"yes."
In the dark dungeon, Zhao Jingshuo howled in pain. The sound was so sharp and shrill that it made people tremble.
One can imagine how much torture the person being tortured is going through.
The shrill sound became intermittent and gradually became weaker.
Zhao Jingshuo lost his previous arrogance and begged, "Let me go...Ah!!!!"
"Please..."
“Please….”
Zhao Fangye remained unmoved by his pleas, and Adjutant Sun did not dare to stop and continued to torture him.
I don’t know how much time passed. As soon as Zhao Fangye raised his hand, Adjutant Sun immediately stopped what he was doing.
Zhao Jingshuo's entire body was covered in blood, not a single piece of healthy flesh on his body. His gorgeous clothes had turned into rags that hung on his body in wisps.
There was a pool of blood under his feet, and he was hanging on a stone pillar with his head down, unconscious.
Zhao Fangye opened his thin lips lightly, without any warmth: "Splash it on him to wake him up!"
Adjutant Sun immediately poured water on him, as the weather was not yet warm. It was freezing cold in the cold and damp dungeon.
Zhao Jingshuo, who had fainted, was immediately awakened by the cold. He looked at Zhao Fangye pleadingly, his body shaking like a sieve: "I was wrong... I was wrong... Don't kill me... Please..."
Zhao Fangye stood up and walked in front of him, saying in a sinister tone: "If you attack Song Huaixi again, and he makes the slightest mistake, I will kill you."
It was already dawn when I walked out of the dungeon.
Zhao Fangye returned to the mansion, changed his bloodstained robe, and walked to the bed.
On the bed, Song Huaixi's complexion had returned to normal. He was sleeping soundly in bed. Perhaps because he felt hot, the quilt that Zhao Fangye had tucked in for him was now in disarray.
The underwear he was wearing was also rubbed open, revealing his charming neck. Zhao Fangye looked at the marks all over his body.
There was a dark look in her eyes, and she quickly pulled up the quilt to cover the sudden exposure of her spring light.
Noticing the slight movement, Song Huaixi reached out and rubbed his eyes, almost waking up. He turned his head, smacked his lips, turned over and continued to sleep.
In the past few days, Song Huaixi hardly had a full night's sleep. I was extremely tired and slept until late in the afternoon before waking up slowly.
He rubbed his eyes and sat up, confusion still in his eyes.
"woke up?"
A gentle voice came from the side.
Zhao Fangye was sitting at a round table nearby, reading letters. When he saw him stand up, he walked over and hugged his waist.
"I've slept all day, get up and have a meal."
Song Huaixi's body was still soft, and she leaned against his arms, hugging his neck, her voice a little hoarse: "I'm so hungry."
Zhao Fangye asked someone to prepare the meal, and looked down at him acting coquettishly like a clingy kitten.
Reaching out and caressing his lower back, "Is it still sore?"
"Sour. Very sour."
Song Huaixi pouted, and her pair of dark eyes with a pure watery color now had a bit more cuteness and charm. It's like a flower that blooms from bud to fully blossom, so beautiful and charming.
Zhao Fangye felt that he was a little different. His pretty little face seemed even more beautiful, as if there was something else about him.
"Zhao Fangye, you are so fierce!" Song Huaixi played with the long hair hanging in front of his chest, with a complaining tone.
"Hmm? What?"
"You are so fierce..."
Zhao Fangye quickly restrained the expression on his face, thinking that he had not yet sorted out his emotions after coming out of the dungeon. Song Huaixi was scared.
He lowered his eyes and asked, "Did Huaixi get scared?"
"No...it's just...it's just..." Song Huaixi lowered his head and looked at his hands, hesitating.
"What's wrong?"
Zhao Fangye thought he was afraid, so he lifted his cheek and said gently, "Speak nicely."
Song Huaixi looked at his handsome face, and the image of him looking lustful in front of her emerged in her mind.
My ears suddenly started burning.
He quickly turned his eyes away and dared not look again after their skin touched. Song Huaixi has come to his senses and is not as bold as before.
With his head buried in Zhao Fangye's chest, a muffled voice came out.
"You are so fierce, my butt hurts a little..."
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