Chapter 477

Half of the mask man's face is hidden under the mask. I can't see the look on his face clearly, but from his arrogant and arrogant tone, I can see how arrogant he is.

At the moment, he does have such arrogant capital.

However, Xiao Yiyuan was still indifferent to his seemingly self-conscious words, and even did not open his closed eyes for a moment.

After being ignored one after another, the masked man was completely annoyed. The next moment, he broke out, but he was stopped by the old man whose hair had turned gray among the three courtiers behind him.

This man steps in front of the masked man, and his sharp eyes lock on Xiao Yiyuan

"Lord Yi, I'm Fan Zhong, the Secretary of the Privy Council of Xichuan. If you can tell me about the military deployment of the Eastern Qing Dynasty, I swear that I will protect the Lord in front of the emperor of our country. What's your opinion?"

Fan Zhong touched the few whiskers on his chin. He was quite confident.

One by one, they all uttered such idiotic words. Xiao Yiyuan sneered and finally opened his eyes.

"I am in command of the three armed forces. I am deeply supported by the soldiers, trusted by the king, and loved by the people. Do you think that I will do the doomed thing of surrendering and betraying my country?"

Xiao Yiyuan looked at the masked man and Fan Zhong as if he were looking at an idiot.

The masked man, who had been frustrated by him for a long time, was no longer happy, but Fan Zhong was red in the face.

In anger, he stepped to one side of the scaffold and took down an iron whip inlaid with sharp nails.

With the iron whip in his hand, Fan Zhong was heavy. Although he was a military general, he was old and tired.

But the bow did not turn back. Since the iron whip had been chosen as a threat tool, it could not be replaced midway, otherwise it would lose face in front of the two colleagues behind.

He took the iron whip, frowned and looked at Xiao Yiyuan, who was tied to the iron stake. He threatened with a sinking voice

"Xiao Yiyuan, I'll give you another chance. Will you take the initiative to tell me about the military deployment of Dongqing?"

Xiao Yiyuan closed his eyes and said nothing to the old man who had no self-knowledge.

Seeing that Xiao Yiyuan neglected himself so thoroughly, Fan Zhong raised his iron whip and waved it to Xiao Yiyuan

One whip, two whip

Xiao Yiyuan's limbs and waist are all tightly tied to the iron stake by the iron chain. Only his neck can rotate freely. Facing fan Zhonghui's whip, he has to bear it.

Iron whip in the body, embedded in the nail instantly pierced the clothes, stabbed a blood hole in the skin.

Just a few whips, Xiao Yiyuan's clothes were destroyed by the iron whip.

Blood oozed from his body, soaked his clothes, and the prison was soon filled with a thick smell of blood.

Xiao Yiyuan had been in a coma, which was related to excessive blood loss.

At this time has not yet recovered, but by this difficulty, the pale face, now more pale, almost no blood.

Although he was still sober, his vision was blurred.

Fortunately, the iron whip was heavy. Fan Zhong just waved it a few times and then threw it to the ground breathlessly.

Admitting that he had saved face in front of his colleagues, he didn't use the other tools of torture to execute Xiao Yiyuan.

However, after you sing, I will appear.

The other two courtiers came forward after him and put forward the same request to Xiao Yiyuan with different excuses. What they got was Xiao Yiyuan's ridicule and refusal.

Both of them are courtiers with high status above the Xichuan court. They have always been respected by people. Now they are treated by Xiao Yiyuan. One of them, like Fan Zhong, tortures Xiao Yiyuan physically.

He took out the red hot iron from the stove and pressed it down on Xiao Yiyuan's chest.

"Zila ~" sounds, and the smell of scorched clothes and body permeates the whole prison.

Even Xiao Yiyuan couldn't help frowning. The sharp pain made him clench his hands into fists. The sweat of beans oozed from his forehead, crossed his cheek and dropped to the ground.

Another courtier surnamed Li saw this, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but seemed to have scruples, and finally chose silence.

Xiao Yiyuan was already on the edge of syncope. After this torture, he suddenly lost consciousness and fell into a coma.

See a person dizzy, that courtier will still temper iron furnace, arrogant and disdainful scold sentence "don't know good or evil"!

Seeing that Xiao Yiyuan was dizzy, the masked man stepped forward, explored his nose, and then looked at the three people

"He was poisoned and tortured one after another just now. Now it's the end of the storm. What should we do next? I'm afraid we'll have to ask the emperor to agree?"

"I think so. After all, Xiao Yiyuan is a member of the royal family of the Eastern Qing Dynasty. His status is very special. If we let him die in this prison, it's meaningless for our Dynasty. We'd better use him to exchange something with the Eastern Qing Dynasty."

The courtiers surnamed Li took over the conversation at the right time.

After hearing the speech and thinking in silence for a short time, they all agreed with his remarks and decided to enter the palace together to meet the emperor.

The four left soon. After half burning incense, in the empty and silent prison room, a single man in white came quickly.

As a miracle doctor, a sensitive nose is a must.

As soon as he stepped into the prison, he smelled the burning smell in the air.

Looking at Xiao Yiyuan on the iron post, he saw a man who was covered with blood and had fallen into a coma. There was an obvious trace of being branded by the iron.

The world has no double-sided color to sink, stride forward, feel pulse for Xiao Yiyuan.

See Xiao Yiyuan's pulse has been time and time, the world is unparalleled, heart suddenly heavy.

He took back his hand, quickly took out a blue jade bottle from his chest, poured out two pieces of Huiyuan pills, fed them into Xiao Yiyuan's mouth, raised his chin, and made him swallow the medicine into his abdomen.

After feeding the medicine to Xiao Yiyuan, shiwushuang raises his right palm with one hand to fit it and infuses his internal force into his body so that the medicine power can be exerted immediately.

After the delivery of internal power, he felt the pulse for Xiao Yiyuan again. He obviously noticed that his condition had improved. The frequency and frequency of his pulse had increased compared with that of just now. He was relieved.

Unparalleled in the world, this time he was able to enter the important place of Tianlao without obstruction, not because of his national identity, but because he used youshensan to guard the soldiers and prison guards.

This medicine is a powder, harmless to human body, but once inhaled, people will immediately lose consciousness, the whole person is as stiff as a stake, motionless in place, falling into fantasy, lasting up to a cup of tea.

When the efficacy is relieved, people who use Chinese medicine will have no memory of how they use Chinese medicine and what happened after Chinese medicine.

Therefore, the world has to leave here in a cup of tea.

Seeing that Xiao Yiyuan was out of danger for a while, he did not stop for a moment. He immediately followed the way he came and left quickly.

He had a good grasp of the time. Just a moment after he left, the soldiers and prison guards inside and outside the Chinese dynasty returned to normal.