Only then did Xuantian Mo discover that the arm that he had stretched into his pants to scratch was wrapped up by a soft whip, and the other end of the soft whip was firmly grasped in Xuan Tianming's hand.
This was not bad. Just as he was about to use his other hand to reach into his pants, at the same time, that arm suddenly tightened, and soon another soft whip was wrapped around it. This time, the other end of the soft whip was grasped in Feng Yu Heng's hand.
"You ….. What do you want to do?" Xuantian Mo was so uncomfortable that he couldn't speak clearly, his face flushed red, and his lower body was so itchy that he wanted to die, but he couldn't free his hand to scratch the itch. Helpless, he could only try his best to rub his lower body against the prison door, twisting in all kinds of ways to relieve the itch, and at the same time, he cursed loudly: "Feng Yu Heng, you slut, you must have done this to me, you must have done this to me! You were the one who threw that woman onto my bed, it must be you! "
Feng Yu Heng nodded, seriously admitting to this matter. She told Xuantian Mo: "That's right, it was me, I was the one who carried that person out of the palace, and then threw her onto your bed. What, you can't accept it? Xuantian Mo, you can't blame others, if you want to blame, blame yourself. If you didn't have ideas about Zirui first, you wouldn't have ended up like this today. You'll eventually have to pay for what you've done. You've done so many evil things, so you'll eventually get your retribution. And this kind of retribution, I think it's not enough. "
After she finished speaking, Xuan Tianming no longer held back, reaching out his hand to touch Xuantian Mo's body, and quickly pulled out a token. That was the token of the commander of the Imperial Guard in the palace. With this thing, he could replace the Imperial Guard from the inside out, and completely eliminate the Eighth Brother's influence in the palace.
Originally, Xuantian Mo regarded this token of the Imperial Guard as more important than anything else, but right now, he couldn't care less. His lower body was so itchy that he wanted to die, but his two hands were tightly bound by the two people's whips. He couldn't scratch them, and could only hold on like this, collapsing as much as he wanted.
Feng Yu Heng felt that this was a good way to torment people, so she called the guards over and ordered them to bring the strongest rope to tie Xuantian Mo up. She also directly stripped his clothes, so that he could see the miserable state of his lower body at any time.
When these guards heard this, they became spirited. Most of the prison guards knew how to torture servants, and today, they learned something from Princess Yu, to the point that they all wanted to ask how the itch was caused. In the future, if there were people sent in, they might as well give them an itch.
Xuantian Mo's resistance was futile, and he was successfully stripped of his clothes. Then, his limbs were wrapped with rope, and he was tied to the wooden frame in the prison cell. That wooden frame was originally used to interrogate people. Now that he was tied up, his lower body was directly suspended in the air. The strange itch was still there, but there was no way for him to rub against it.
Xuantian Mo despaired and loudly cursed, but he didn't know what he was cursing about. Under this kind of itch, his mind was a bit muddled.
Feng Yu Heng and Xuan Tianming coldly looked at him and only said, "Serves him right." Xuan Tianming said, "Originally, I didn't think about what kind of ending to give him. I always felt that whether it was beheading or death by a thousand cuts, it wouldn't be enough to relieve the hatred in my heart, and it wouldn't be enough to comfort the people of Dashun who died because of him. Now, it seems that wifey's method is still better. Letting him suffer this kind of punishment, and let him beg for death, is the best way to relieve the hatred. "
Feng Yu Heng nodded, "In a while, remember to tell the guards to keep an eye on him. We can't let him die."
"Do you want to stuff his mouth? What if he kills himself by biting his tongue? "The two people looked at Xuantian Mo howling and discussed.
Feng Yu Heng said, "There's no such thing as killing himself by biting his tongue. Biting off his tongue just means that he can't speak anymore. People won't die. I'm a doctor, I know this very well. What's more, don't you have me? Even if he has one foot in the gates of hell, I can pull him back. It's not that easy to die. "
When the two people's words entered Xuantian Mo's ears, his mind finally started to break down. Towards going against Xuan Tianming and Feng Yu Heng, this was the first time he started to feel regret.
Until the two people left, Xuantian Mo was still howling non-stop in the prison. The guards received orders and watched over him closely, not daring to let him die at all. That included Imperial Concubine Yuan Gui. Under Feng Yu Heng's instructions, an imperial physician was invited over to bandage her fingers and wake her up, letting her see her son's tragic state face to face. This scene, made people feel that it was cruel and satisfying … …
Emperor Tianwu woke up in the afternoon. When he opened his eyes, Feng Yu Heng, Xuan Tianming and Yao Xian were all there. Even Zhang Yuan was standing beside the bed, wearing the clothes of a young eunuch, looking at him expectantly.
Emperor Tianwu was a little dazed, asking in confusion: "Xiao Yuan Zhi, why are you dressed like this?" Then he looked at the others, "Why are you all here? Where am I? Why are you looking at me like I'm a dead person? I say, Old Yao! Normally, I can't even get you to enter the palace. Why are you so diligent today, coming here uninvited? En, since you're here, drink with Us, We haven't drunk wine with you in a long time. " He wanted to get up as he spoke, but the moment he moved, the pain in his lower body suddenly attacked him, throwing him back onto the bed.
With this pain, his memories became clear. Emperor Tianwu immediately remembered what happened before, all his memories returning to their original positions. He laid on the bed and received that information, bit by bit. The most important thing was the matters between him, Imperial Concubine Yuan Gui and the Eighth Prince in the past few months, as well as the scene of him hurting himself before he fainted. The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he felt, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he should not have survived.
He looked at Yao Xian and Feng Yu Heng again, his eyes filled with anger, questioning loudly: "Why didn't you let Us die? Why did you still save Us! "
Yao Xian rolled his eyes, ignoring this old man. Instead, Xuan Tianming spoke: "Because Dashun still needs to be dignified. Because if news spread that the ruler of Dashun is a rootless person, our country will also become a joke." He was angry and did not speak with a good attitude, saying directly: "They were not saving you, they were saving this country and the world."
Towards this ninth son, when the old Emperor thought about everything, he was filled with guilt. Now that he heard Xuan Tianming speak like this, he felt even worse. He really wanted to apologise to this son, telling him that he had always placed him first in his heart. But when he spoke again, he first asked the question he wanted to ask the most: "Your Imperial Concubine Mother, how is she?"
"Hmph!" Xuan Tianming snorted coldly and did not answer.
Instead, Feng Yu Heng spoke: "Father Emperor, don't worry, we have been watching over Imperial Concubine Mother, she is fine."
"It's good that she is fine." The old Emperor did not think that Consort Yun was no longer in the palace and was worried that she would be bullied by Imperial Concubine Yuan Gui. Now that he heard that she was fine, he finally relaxed. But just as he relaxed, he became worried again, then sniffled and said: "We do not have the face to see her now, we do not even have the face to knock on the door of Winter Moon Palace. We did that kind of thing and let her down. Tell her, she has suffered many grievances in the palace for so many years, We know that she does not like this kind of life. She has been locked up in Winter Moon Palace for more than 20 years, even good people would go crazy from being locked up. If … … if she wants to go out and see the outside world, then … … let her go! But you have to find someone reliable to protect her, you cannot let her be bullied. We cannot keep her and do not have the face to keep her, whether she hates Us or not, we just hope that she does not forget about Us, that … … that is good. "
After the old Emperor finished speaking, he turned his face into the bed, he did not want to cry in front of these people, but he could not hold it in and had to use his hands to cover his face and cry out loud.
No one made a sound, only Zhang Yuan followed the old Emperor and wiped away his tears. Finally, after the time it took for one stick of incense to burn, the Emperor stopped crying, but said to them: "All of you can leave! We want to lie down alone for a while and calm down, Xiao Yuan Zhi can stay behind to accompany us. " After he finished speaking, he seemed to have thought of something and quickly added: "With this body, We might not be able to attend court. Ming, We appoint you as acting regent, from tomorrow onwards, we will resume morning court, you will attend court on Our behalf! You have the final say in all matters of court, there is no need to report to Us. "
This sentence was equivalent to giving Xuan Tianming the identity of Crown Prince. Acting regent, to put it bluntly, was to represent the Emperor and exercise all of the Emperor's authority. This was a great power, no Emperor would easily relinquish it.
But Xuan Tianming did not care at all, he shook his head and directly said to the old Emperor: "This country, I will not be regent."
Emperor Tianwu did not understand, "You don't want Our throne?"
Xuan Tianming told him: "Not everyone wants to sit on the supreme throne, I am a member of the Xuan family, I have a responsibility to this country, I am willing to do everything I can to protect the world and the people, but that does not mean that I want to sit on that throne. These years, I have done a lot for Dashun, so … … please let me go. "
This was the first time Xuan Tianming had expressed his thoughts so clearly to Emperor Tianwu, it was also the first time an Emperor understood that there were people who did not care for the throne. In the past, he only thought that Old Seven did not want the throne, but he did not expect that his most favored Ninth Son also thought the same.
Feng Yu Heng stood next to Xuan Tianming, the two of them tightly holding hands. She knew that it took a lot of courage to say such words, she also knew that saying that he did not want the throne in private was different from saying it in front of the Emperor. She did not believe that Xuan Tianming had never thought about the throne. At least, before he met her, this person should have wanted the throne, right? Did she affect him?
Perhaps because he felt her thoughts, Xuan Tianming held the little woman's hand and used a little strength to let her feel his determination. Then he said to Emperor Tianwu: "Now that Eighth Brother has been sent to the death row, I do not want him to have a chance to make a comeback. Without him, this throne is the same no matter who sits on it. There are no cowards among the descendants of the Xuan family, every one of them is good, you can rest assured and hand this country over to anyone to supervise. As for whether they are good at it or not, just treat it as a test, it can also be considered a fair opportunity. "
Emperor Tianwu closed his eyes, thinking about what Xuan Tianming said over and over again. He kept feeling that he was about to lose this most beloved son of his, could it be that it was because of his doting on Imperial Concubine Yuan Gui these few months? He did not have the face to see Consort Yun again, naturally he did not have the face to see this son of his!
The old Emperor let out a long sigh, accepting this fact in the end, and as for who to let supervise the country, he still seriously pondered in his heart … …
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