Cold water splashed on his face. Qin Song slowly opened his eyes. Sharp pain came from all over his body. His hands and feet moved slightly, but the chains made a dull sound. Qin Song groaned. It took him a while to remember his current situation.
The last thing he remembered was crying and begging for mercy. However, the red hot iron left marks on his body again and again. It was so painful that he fainted several times.
As soon as he thought of this, he felt a wave of heat in front of him. Qin Song looked at the approaching red hot iron. His body began to tremble reflexively. The tall man who was carrying out the punishment laughed at him.
"Didn't you say you were a tough nut to crack?" That person threw the soldering iron back into the brazier in boredom. He slowly lifted the boy's chin that was soaked with cold sweat and said, "You can't take it anymore after two rounds of torture. Southerners are indeed weak … But, tsk tsk, you're quite good-looking."
He was beautiful, but his identity was special. He was locked up because of that. He didn't dare to do anything before his superiors said so.
The man let go and said, "Give me the thing."
His subordinates handed him a piece of paper. The man took it and put it in front of Qin Song. He said, "This is what you just confessed. You should remember it, right? Later, copy it obediently and sign it. Then you won't have to suffer anymore … Hmm? "
Qin Song looked up again. Perhaps he was in too much pain just now, his memory was a bit blurry. He only remembered that he was in so much pain that he couldn't stand it anymore. He admitted whatever they said and only hoped that he could suffer less. It seemed that it was indeed these things.
Qin Song was silent for a moment. He said, "Can I sign it with my fingerprint?" His voice was low, hoarse, and weak.
How dare he ask for a condition!
The man sneered, "What do you think?"
Qin Song let out a sigh and said, "Then forget it." If he really had to write the confession that he was a spy from the Northern Qi who tried to assassinate Ying Zheng to drive a wedge between the Qin and Chu, what awaited him and his family would be the most miserable fate. Even Chu Chu would be implicated.
He closed his eyes and didn't say anything.
The man was furious. He grabbed his chin and grinned. "You didn't enjoy enough just now, did you? Since he doesn't want to write, it's useless to keep his hands. Someone, help Qin Song Gongzi crush his beautiful fingers one by one! "
Qin Song reluctantly opened his eyes again and said, "The King Of Qin ordered you to interrogate me. Do you really want to know why I tried to assassinate him, or do you want to force me to copy the story you made up? Do you want to ask clearly before you come? "
The man's expression turned solemn. "So there's a hidden reason for you to assassinate the king?" Wasn't it because of what happened on the bed? Could there be some inside story? Wasn't this a sign that he was going to make a great contribution?
Qin Song smiled, "No, I'm just killing for fun when I'm bored."
"You!" The man shook him off and said, "Watch him!"
Qin Song lowered his head and fell asleep.
…
Ying Zheng looked at the young man chained to the wall. His expression was cold and his eyes were malicious.
The young man lowered his head. His long hair was disheveled and fell to his waist. He was still wearing his thin underwear, but the layers of blood stains made it impossible to see its original white color. Its owner was also no longer cold and arrogant. He was covered in cuts and bruises as he was dragged by the iron chains. His thin and slender figure showed a miserable beauty.
"In the beginning, he was so arrogant." The man who was the first to carry out the punishment stood beside Ying Zheng and said, "But after a few lashes, he started to cry for his father and mother. When the soldering iron was touched, he was even more unbearable. He could have even called for his ancestors. He almost wet his pants."
Ying Zheng sneered. The man waved his hand and someone poured a basin of cold water on the young man's head. The young man tilted his head slightly. It was obvious that he had woken up.
The man went forward and pulled the young man's hair to raise his head. Qin Song looked at the man beside him, then looked at Ying Zheng who was sitting in front of him. He lowered his eyes again.
"Speak!" The man shouted coldly, "Why did you assassinate the King? Who ordered you to do so? "
Qin Song was a little speechless. If he really wanted to assassinate the King Of Qin, he should have done it when Ying Zheng was at his weakest. Why did he resist so desperately from the beginning? It was fine that this man did not know the inside story, but why was Ying Zheng here to join in the fun?
"You really want to know?"
The man said angrily, "Stop talking nonsense!"
Qin Song sighed and said, "Because … the King Of Qin has … body odor! I can't stand it. "
The man was stunned and did not know how to continue the conversation.
Should he refute: Nonsense, the King does not have body odor!
Or should he ask: You want to assassinate the King just because he has body odor? That's ridiculous!
After a while, he came to his senses and said angrily, "Are you playing with me?"
"Yes!" Qin Song said lightly, "I am playing with you!"
The man raised his hand and was about to slap him when a cold snort came from behind him. "Is this what you meant by being as obedient as a dog?"
The man trembled and knelt on the ground. He said anxiously, "My King, this boy has forgotten the pain after the scar healed. As long as I give him a little more power, he will immediately be obedient!"
"Is that so?" Ying Zheng chuckled and got up to pick at the brazier. He pulled out a red-hot soldering iron. The man heard the sound and looked up. Seeing this, he said hurriedly, "How can I let my King dirty your hands with this kind of thing? Let me do it."
"You do it?"
"Yes, yes, I'll do it, I'll do it." The man reached out to take the soldering iron, but the next moment, he let out a shrill scream and fell to the ground, twitching and rolling as if he had been electrocuted.
The air was filled with the smell of burnt flesh.
Ying Zheng threw the soldering iron on the man's shoulder to the ground and smiled. "Very interesting indeed."
His gaze fell on Qin Ge.
The boy pursed his lips and his face was pale.
He knew that he had fallen into the most dangerous situation. The ruthlessness and interest in the King Of Qin's eyes was frightening. However, there was no difference compared to before. Those people did not torture him for the sake of giving a confession, but purely for the sake of torturing him.
"Your bones are very hard and your courage is big. I like it very much." Ying Zheng said, "It seems that I should thank you. It has been a long time since I have encountered something so interesting."
He pulled out another soldering iron from the brazier and said with a smile, "Very interesting."
He slowly walked forward and lifted the boy's chin. He put the red soldering iron close to his face and said, "I heard that you are very afraid of pain?"
Qin Song tried his best to turn his head to avoid the heat wave. His voice was still light. "Yes."
Ying Zheng bowed his head. The teenager was shivering under his palm. His face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and his drooping eyelashes were very attractive. Although his lips were pale because of the cold water, the shape of his lips was stunningly beautiful.
Ying Zheng looked and unconsciously stroked his lips with the tip of his thumb. Sure enough … it was as soft and beautiful as he had imagined.
His interest in torture was temporarily suppressed by another desire. Perhaps … there was no rush. He should enjoy it first.
Feeling the touch on his lips become slower and heavier, Qin Song raised his eyes and saw Ying Zheng's Adam's apple move slightly. He heard his gradually heavy breathing.
Qin Song was first stunned and then became angry. He fiercely shook his head and avoided Ying Zheng's finger.
Ying Zheng twisted the boy's head back. Holding his chin, he said quietly, "Open your mouth."
Qin Song clenched his teeth.
Ying Zheng slowly put the soldering iron close to his face. He lowered his head and said hoarsely in his ear, "Open your mouth." His voice was low and hoarse, with a sense of danger.
Qin Song looked at the red iron piece that was close at hand. Although he hadn't touched it yet, the skin on his face had already been scorched with a scorching pain. The tiny hairs on his face were burnt, making an indiscernible sizzling sound and an unpleasant smell rushed into his nose.
His body was trembling uncontrollably. But in the depths of his heart, he felt that this fear was so superficial. It was as if he was sitting under the stage and watching the emotions of others … Most importantly, why did that bright red soldering iron look so intimate and attractive?
"Open your mouth!" Ying Zheng pinched the boy's chin and made a gesture to turn his face toward the soldering iron. He made a low threatening sound in his throat, "Hmm?"
Then, he saw the young man finally raise his eyes. There was not a single trace of fear in his dark eyes, but instead, they were as tranquil as a clear lake. Ying Zheng's heart trembled slightly. Then, he saw the young man gently curling up the corner of his lips and pressing his face against the red soldering iron. It was such a horrifying action, but the young man did it in a leisurely and unhurried manner.
The dazzling white smoke stung his eyes. The sizzling sound deafened his ears. The smell of burnt flesh assailed his nostrils …
Ying Zheng was stunned for a moment before he reacted. He threw the soldering iron far away and took a few steps back. After a while, he heard the sound of his heart beating.
He was actually scared! The King of Western Qin, Ying Zheng, who had killed countless people, was actually scared. At that moment, he was panicking.
"My, my King?"
Ying Zheng violently gasped for breath. He looked at the boy who was about to faint. The meaning in his eyes was hard to understand. "Wake him up for me!"
Qin Song woke up and saw Ying Zheng's enlarged face. It was still gloomy, but there was a bit of exasperation. He gritted his teeth and said, "You're afraid of pain, but you'd rather suffer the punishment of the soldering iron than let me touch you."
Qin Song looked at him and said in a light voice, "Yes!"
Ying Zheng was furious. He didn't notice it before, but now he could easily hear the contempt and contempt in the boy's voice.
He lowered his voice and said, "Good, very good. If you don't care about anything, I don't know what to do with you. Tell me, if I hand you over to the military camp, how will the criminal army treat you? "
He smiled and said, "What about the world famous Qin Song Gongzi? Maybe if you play the zither and sing for them, they'll take pity on you?"
Qin Song said, "You wouldn't dare."
"I wouldn't dare?" Ying Zheng laughed and said, "You said I wouldn't dare? In this world, is there anything that I, Ying Zheng, wouldn't dare to do? "
He grabbed Qin Song's chin and said coldly, "I just wanted to scare you. Since you said I wouldn't dare, if I really let you go, it would seem that I'm useless!"
Qin Song frowned. "Your Majesty, did you forget that I hurt my face?"
"Don't worry, they won't despise you. Although your face is hurt, you still have good skin and flesh!"
Qin Song looked at him and said helplessly, "Your Majesty knows that I'm famous, but you should know that I have scholarly honors. Although I didn't have time to participate in the court examination, I came from Xie Yuan … "
Ying Zheng laughed and said, "Came from Xie Yuan, and you're famous … What do you think these are in my eyes?"
Qin Song sighed and said softly, "So … you're an idiot."
Ying Zheng was furious. "What did you say?"
Qin Song sighed and said, "Rotten wood can't be carved … You didn't cultivate with me, so why should I teach you?"
Ying Zheng was not stupid. Previously, he only treated Qin Song as a plaything. After being provoked again and again, he lost his sharpness. Now that he was reminded several times, he finally understood. He was a king, so he naturally knew that he could only conquer the world with a large number of soldiers and generals. To rule the world, he relied on all the officials. The people of this class had very strange tempers. Sometimes, they despised each other because of inexplicable reasons. Sometimes, they would firmly stick together.
All the officials had their pride and couldn't be humiliated.
Qin Song came from Xie Yuan, and he was famous all over the world. If Ying Zheng only wanted to rape him, it would only be a personal loss. But if Qin Song didn't want to submit and he ordered people to torture him to death, then it would be tyrannical and immoral. It would be a disgrace to all the scholars in the world. If it really spread out, not to mention the other countries, even the scholars in Daqin itself wouldn't work for him.
If it was the Ying Zheng of the past, he might not take this to heart. But now, he had just conquered the three countries, and it was the most chaotic time. He deeply understood why it was easy to conquer the world, but difficult to rule the world. At this moment, he didn't dare to anger the officials in the world.
If Qin Song's face wasn't injured, they could quietly kill him and report his sudden death to cover it up a little bit with a grand burial. Even if the officials knew what was going on, those who wanted to curry favor with the powerful would pretend that they didn't know and still surrender. But if he had obvious injuries on his face, it would be impossible for the officials to pretend to be stupid even if they wanted to.
But he was famous all over the world. It would be difficult to hide his body from the world even if he wanted to leave no bones behind.
Qin Song saw his face change a hundred times in an instant, and knew that he understood. He chuckled and said, "Your Majesty didn't deliberately hide this matter at the beginning. Now that I have injuries on my face … Why don't you torture me again and see if you can make me make a copy of the confession? At that time, if you want to beat me, kill me, or humiliate me, it will naturally be up to Your Majesty. "
Ying Zheng looked at him deeply, snorted coldly, and left in a huff.
Qin Song watched the figures of these people disappear, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. He sighed, "It's really not easy to keep my life."
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