Zhou Yun said: However, my uncle has three sons in total. Not only does Guo Erji's cousin is just the second son, but he died as early as when my uncle was banned. There are too many loopholes here, right?
Murong Ziyan smiled and said: This is a good explanation. First of all, Guo Erji is the same age as Wuyue, and she is also very cute. When she was young, these two children looked a little similar. I could publicly announce at the tribal leader conference that when I saw Guo Erji smart and good-looking, he had a kingly demeanor at a young age. So after Chubita was banned, he was afraid that Guo Erji would be implicated, so he secretly adopted him and found a substitute to die of illness. In order to wait for this day, he allowed him to inherit the throne that should have been taken over by his father.
Zhou Yundao: Even if he inherited the throne from his uncle's branch, his uncle and his eldest son Yesutai's cousin are alive. How could it be his second son Guo Erji's turn?
Murong Ziyan said: At the conference, I let Wu Yueliang appear. No matter in appearance, demeanor, intelligence, Su Tai can't compare with him! Didn't you see that Wu Yue has a kingly demeanor, and his every move makes people feel heartbroken? The tribal leaders are not blind, so how can they accept a waste as king?
Zhou Yun pondered for a while and still frowned: Although it was good, I think there would be a will when my grandfather passed away. He insisted that everyone accept a sudden prince. It would be difficult for people to convince him.
Murong Ziyan said: Yun'er doesn't know much about it. The Jurchens established their country in the form of a tribal alliance. Unlike the Millennium Dynasty, the heir to the throne was not designated by your grandfather, but decided by the lords and the tribal alliance conference. In fact, not only the issue of inheritance of the throne, but also major decisions must be discussed and passed by the alliance conference. In fact, it is the battlefield where participants compete for their own interests. What everyone cares most about is whether their own interests can be guaranteed, or even obtain more property and horses. Who would really care about the truth and morality? Why did your uncle's death get a lot of support at the alliance conference? Just because his death can benefit most lords and tribal leaders, who would have thought that he fought in the south and north since childhood, and his achievements were outstanding but he would not die?
Zhou Yun nodded and said: Even so, the people at the Tribal Alliance Conference must believe that Wuyue is Ah, the son of his uncle?
Murong Ziyan said: Actually, it doesn’t matter whether they believe it or not. At the alliance meeting, not most of the lords and leaders of the large tribe were not from the Wenhan family. Who would really care about whether the heir to the throne was father, prince, and grandson? What they care most about is whether their tribe or territory can win as much as possible! My mother can win over a group of people in advance and promised to win their support for some territory. As long as there are many supporters, Wuyue will have the possibility of gaining recognition!
Zhou Yun said: After years of bloody battles conquered, can you easily hand over someone to others?
Murong Ziyan nodded: My mother's territory is so vast that it will not hurt her muscles when she vomits some of it. Besides, for insurance, at most, my mother will give up the position of Regent to a strong and most appealing younger brother in exchange for his support for Wuyue. The Regent's power is extremely powerful and tempting. As for Wuyue's life experience, the competition for interests in the royal family is very fierce, and the children's life experience is confusing. Who can take it seriously? In the end, it is not up to strength, to speak with his fists?
Zhou Yun stroking her hands and commending kindness, and agreed to act according to the plan at that time, and she would definitely help her hard.
Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire
The headquarters of the Embroidered Yige Pavilion is in the prison
Wuyue has been in a coma, has a high fever, and has a lot of nightmares!
I usually have nightmares at night, and I always wake up. Even if the dream is terrifying, I will still have the kind of joy when I wake up, although my heart is pounding, but I feel like I have a life of surviving a disaster. Fortunately, it is just the joy of dreaming!
However, this time, he could no longer get such joy!
Although a cold and tingling feeling forced him back to reality from the nightmare, when he slowly opened his extremely heavy eyelids, he found that reality was as terrifying as in the nightmare, even more than that!
He felt that his blood seemed to be almost dry. Except for the tearing pain from his heart, he felt no longer in his body. It seemed that this body no longer belonged to him!
It felt like it was leaving the body with the spiritual consciousness in the nightmare, and watching his body be tortured on the Tianxing rack ten feet away, which was equally terrible!
But his eyes were wet, and there were still water drops dripping down his eyes. He shook his head weakly, opened his eyes wide with difficulty, looked down at his body, and realized that his whole body, including his head, was soaked. He thought to himself: It seems that he was awakened by a bucket of cold water. No matter what, it would be fine to wake up. I thought I was dead...
He then saw that his feet were off the ground, as if his body was floating in the air. What's going on?
He turned his head and looked left and right, but when he saw his arms raised up with no sense, he looked up with difficulty, but his wrists were handcuffed, and his whole body fell on the beam...
Where am I? He couldn't help but have such a question in his heart
Before he could think clearly, a powerful voice came: Mr. Xiao, I hope you can answer a question truthfully
He looked in the sound and about ten feet away from the opposite side, in a soft tiger-skin chair, there was a powerful old man about fifty years old, with thick eyebrows and curly beard and a torched look. He was wearing a third-rank court uniform in a wide-sleeved python robe. He should be a senior official of the court.
Your Excellency...is it? However, he was shocked to find that his voice could not make any sound.
The old man with a beard seemed to be able to see through his thoughts, knowing what he wanted to say, and said in a deep voice: Embroidered elf Pavilion, Zheng Tianen
Wuyue's nerves tightened, but it was not the moment when he was in a state of impulse. He opened his mouth with great effort and asked: What...question?
Zheng Tianen snorted coldly and turned around and said: It seems that Mr. Xiao is not sober enough, please help him wake up.
A burly man with a naked upper body brought a bucket of ice water and poured it on Wuyue's body. He then opened his bow left and right, and gave him more than ten uppercuts to his cheeks!
Wuyue was beaten to the point of bruised nose, her mouth opened, and she vomited a mouthful of blood stasis!
Zheng Tianen said gloomyly: Mr. Xiao, can you speak now?
Wuyue said with all his might: What... what... the question? The sound made was so hoarse and low that even he was shocked!
Zheng Tianen nodded with satisfaction: Tell me, the origin of Queen Rakshasa.
Wuyue closed her eyes and shook her head
Zheng Tianen said coldly: Don’t you say it? I don’t believe that you are covered in fine skin and tender flesh, and can withstand the Tianxing in the embroidered clothes pavilion... Mr. Xiao, you just need to answer this question truthfully, and I will treat you as a guest and find the best doctor to heal you... He began to tempt you step by step
Wuyue's head slowly lowered, too lazy to look at him again
Zheng Tianen threatened viciously: You know, even if a person wants to die, there are many ways to die. Some ways of death are enough to make people want to go to hell earlier! If you don’t say anything, I will let you taste the most terrifying experience and the most terrifying torture in the world!
After waiting for a while, he saw Wuyue, who was hanging on the beam and covered in blood, lowered his head, like a dead person, without any movement, and walked to Wuyue and said what he had just said again
He is still the same
Zheng Tianen waved his hand
The burly man walked over and stepped on a high chair. He inserted ten steel needles more than two inches long ones one by one from Wuyue's fingertips, leaving only about half an inch outside!
Straws of blood overflowed, flowing down the palms and arms...
As the saying goes, ten fingers are connected to the heart. Although Wuyue has no sense of consciousness, the burning heart-piercing pain from her hands still faintly, and the muscles on her face are twitching!
Zheng Tianen waited for a cup of tea, but saw that Wuyue was still silent and too lazy to talk nonsense. She sat on the chair and closed her eyes to rest. The rest of the matter was left to the burly man to handle it with full authority.
People may indeed be like Zhou Yun said, a mixture of angels and devils, and the devil's side is often fully reflected in the executioner. This burly man is one of the best.
He punched Wuyue!
Seeing the bursts of excitement and strange lights flashing in his eyes, he was no longer trying to force confession, but just venting the extremely excited and violent flames of overflowing his chest!
The dying boy in front of him seemed to bring him unspeakable pleasure, so he had the desire to beat him to death!
For Wuyue, such violence did not bring him more pain, but it only caused him more severe internal injuries...
After a cup of tea, the big man was also tired of fighting.
After a while, Wuyue had no feedback at all, and he also felt a little boring
He likes the most when he is violent, he hears the prisoner screaming heart-wrenchingly, and that sound can also bring him great pleasure!
He prepared the second set of torture for Wuyue as a torture, and pressed the big red-headed iron rod tightly on his skin. Whenever it was baked on the white and tender skin, it would make a hissing sound, bursts of white smoke, leaving behind a rectangular burnt flesh, and a strong smell of burnt in the air...
About a quarter of an hour later, Wuyue had about twenty burnt marks on her body!
His mind gradually became blurred again, and the nightmare continued, as if it was endless. What made him feel scared was not the red-hot iron imprinting on himself, causing heart-wrenching pain, but almost no feeling!
He can't remember what the third set of torture is. During the fourth set of torture, he fell into a coma again, or was in severe shock, and was just a line of separation from his long sleep!
In the next two days, the executioner used ice water, stabbing, and cutting flesh and other techniques. He could do all his skills, but he could no longer stimulate Wuyue to wake up, even if it was just a moment.
Zheng Tianen had no choice but to let him continue to hang in the cell to recuperate and wait until he gets better before trial
Murong Ziyan smiled and said: This is a good explanation. First of all, Guo Erji is the same age as Wuyue, and she is also very cute. When she was young, these two children looked a little similar. I could publicly announce at the tribal leader conference that when I saw Guo Erji smart and good-looking, he had a kingly demeanor at a young age. So after Chubita was banned, he was afraid that Guo Erji would be implicated, so he secretly adopted him and found a substitute to die of illness. In order to wait for this day, he allowed him to inherit the throne that should have been taken over by his father.
Zhou Yundao: Even if he inherited the throne from his uncle's branch, his uncle and his eldest son Yesutai's cousin are alive. How could it be his second son Guo Erji's turn?
Murong Ziyan said: At the conference, I let Wu Yueliang appear. No matter in appearance, demeanor, intelligence, Su Tai can't compare with him! Didn't you see that Wu Yue has a kingly demeanor, and his every move makes people feel heartbroken? The tribal leaders are not blind, so how can they accept a waste as king?
Zhou Yun pondered for a while and still frowned: Although it was good, I think there would be a will when my grandfather passed away. He insisted that everyone accept a sudden prince. It would be difficult for people to convince him.
Murong Ziyan said: Yun'er doesn't know much about it. The Jurchens established their country in the form of a tribal alliance. Unlike the Millennium Dynasty, the heir to the throne was not designated by your grandfather, but decided by the lords and the tribal alliance conference. In fact, not only the issue of inheritance of the throne, but also major decisions must be discussed and passed by the alliance conference. In fact, it is the battlefield where participants compete for their own interests. What everyone cares most about is whether their own interests can be guaranteed, or even obtain more property and horses. Who would really care about the truth and morality? Why did your uncle's death get a lot of support at the alliance conference? Just because his death can benefit most lords and tribal leaders, who would have thought that he fought in the south and north since childhood, and his achievements were outstanding but he would not die?
Zhou Yun nodded and said: Even so, the people at the Tribal Alliance Conference must believe that Wuyue is Ah, the son of his uncle?
Murong Ziyan said: Actually, it doesn’t matter whether they believe it or not. At the alliance meeting, not most of the lords and leaders of the large tribe were not from the Wenhan family. Who would really care about whether the heir to the throne was father, prince, and grandson? What they care most about is whether their tribe or territory can win as much as possible! My mother can win over a group of people in advance and promised to win their support for some territory. As long as there are many supporters, Wuyue will have the possibility of gaining recognition!
Zhou Yun said: After years of bloody battles conquered, can you easily hand over someone to others?
Murong Ziyan nodded: My mother's territory is so vast that it will not hurt her muscles when she vomits some of it. Besides, for insurance, at most, my mother will give up the position of Regent to a strong and most appealing younger brother in exchange for his support for Wuyue. The Regent's power is extremely powerful and tempting. As for Wuyue's life experience, the competition for interests in the royal family is very fierce, and the children's life experience is confusing. Who can take it seriously? In the end, it is not up to strength, to speak with his fists?
Zhou Yun stroking her hands and commending kindness, and agreed to act according to the plan at that time, and she would definitely help her hard.
Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire
The headquarters of the Embroidered Yige Pavilion is in the prison
Wuyue has been in a coma, has a high fever, and has a lot of nightmares!
I usually have nightmares at night, and I always wake up. Even if the dream is terrifying, I will still have the kind of joy when I wake up, although my heart is pounding, but I feel like I have a life of surviving a disaster. Fortunately, it is just the joy of dreaming!
However, this time, he could no longer get such joy!
Although a cold and tingling feeling forced him back to reality from the nightmare, when he slowly opened his extremely heavy eyelids, he found that reality was as terrifying as in the nightmare, even more than that!
He felt that his blood seemed to be almost dry. Except for the tearing pain from his heart, he felt no longer in his body. It seemed that this body no longer belonged to him!
It felt like it was leaving the body with the spiritual consciousness in the nightmare, and watching his body be tortured on the Tianxing rack ten feet away, which was equally terrible!
But his eyes were wet, and there were still water drops dripping down his eyes. He shook his head weakly, opened his eyes wide with difficulty, looked down at his body, and realized that his whole body, including his head, was soaked. He thought to himself: It seems that he was awakened by a bucket of cold water. No matter what, it would be fine to wake up. I thought I was dead...
He then saw that his feet were off the ground, as if his body was floating in the air. What's going on?
He turned his head and looked left and right, but when he saw his arms raised up with no sense, he looked up with difficulty, but his wrists were handcuffed, and his whole body fell on the beam...
Where am I? He couldn't help but have such a question in his heart
Before he could think clearly, a powerful voice came: Mr. Xiao, I hope you can answer a question truthfully
He looked in the sound and about ten feet away from the opposite side, in a soft tiger-skin chair, there was a powerful old man about fifty years old, with thick eyebrows and curly beard and a torched look. He was wearing a third-rank court uniform in a wide-sleeved python robe. He should be a senior official of the court.
Your Excellency...is it? However, he was shocked to find that his voice could not make any sound.
The old man with a beard seemed to be able to see through his thoughts, knowing what he wanted to say, and said in a deep voice: Embroidered elf Pavilion, Zheng Tianen
Wuyue's nerves tightened, but it was not the moment when he was in a state of impulse. He opened his mouth with great effort and asked: What...question?
Zheng Tianen snorted coldly and turned around and said: It seems that Mr. Xiao is not sober enough, please help him wake up.
A burly man with a naked upper body brought a bucket of ice water and poured it on Wuyue's body. He then opened his bow left and right, and gave him more than ten uppercuts to his cheeks!
Wuyue was beaten to the point of bruised nose, her mouth opened, and she vomited a mouthful of blood stasis!
Zheng Tianen said gloomyly: Mr. Xiao, can you speak now?
Wuyue said with all his might: What... what... the question? The sound made was so hoarse and low that even he was shocked!
Zheng Tianen nodded with satisfaction: Tell me, the origin of Queen Rakshasa.
Wuyue closed her eyes and shook her head
Zheng Tianen said coldly: Don’t you say it? I don’t believe that you are covered in fine skin and tender flesh, and can withstand the Tianxing in the embroidered clothes pavilion... Mr. Xiao, you just need to answer this question truthfully, and I will treat you as a guest and find the best doctor to heal you... He began to tempt you step by step
Wuyue's head slowly lowered, too lazy to look at him again
Zheng Tianen threatened viciously: You know, even if a person wants to die, there are many ways to die. Some ways of death are enough to make people want to go to hell earlier! If you don’t say anything, I will let you taste the most terrifying experience and the most terrifying torture in the world!
After waiting for a while, he saw Wuyue, who was hanging on the beam and covered in blood, lowered his head, like a dead person, without any movement, and walked to Wuyue and said what he had just said again
He is still the same
Zheng Tianen waved his hand
The burly man walked over and stepped on a high chair. He inserted ten steel needles more than two inches long ones one by one from Wuyue's fingertips, leaving only about half an inch outside!
Straws of blood overflowed, flowing down the palms and arms...
As the saying goes, ten fingers are connected to the heart. Although Wuyue has no sense of consciousness, the burning heart-piercing pain from her hands still faintly, and the muscles on her face are twitching!
Zheng Tianen waited for a cup of tea, but saw that Wuyue was still silent and too lazy to talk nonsense. She sat on the chair and closed her eyes to rest. The rest of the matter was left to the burly man to handle it with full authority.
People may indeed be like Zhou Yun said, a mixture of angels and devils, and the devil's side is often fully reflected in the executioner. This burly man is one of the best.
He punched Wuyue!
Seeing the bursts of excitement and strange lights flashing in his eyes, he was no longer trying to force confession, but just venting the extremely excited and violent flames of overflowing his chest!
The dying boy in front of him seemed to bring him unspeakable pleasure, so he had the desire to beat him to death!
For Wuyue, such violence did not bring him more pain, but it only caused him more severe internal injuries...
After a cup of tea, the big man was also tired of fighting.
After a while, Wuyue had no feedback at all, and he also felt a little boring
He likes the most when he is violent, he hears the prisoner screaming heart-wrenchingly, and that sound can also bring him great pleasure!
He prepared the second set of torture for Wuyue as a torture, and pressed the big red-headed iron rod tightly on his skin. Whenever it was baked on the white and tender skin, it would make a hissing sound, bursts of white smoke, leaving behind a rectangular burnt flesh, and a strong smell of burnt in the air...
About a quarter of an hour later, Wuyue had about twenty burnt marks on her body!
His mind gradually became blurred again, and the nightmare continued, as if it was endless. What made him feel scared was not the red-hot iron imprinting on himself, causing heart-wrenching pain, but almost no feeling!
He can't remember what the third set of torture is. During the fourth set of torture, he fell into a coma again, or was in severe shock, and was just a line of separation from his long sleep!
In the next two days, the executioner used ice water, stabbing, and cutting flesh and other techniques. He could do all his skills, but he could no longer stimulate Wuyue to wake up, even if it was just a moment.
Zheng Tianen had no choice but to let him continue to hang in the cell to recuperate and wait until he gets better before trial
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