Liao Yan served people slowly and step by step, obviously he had really served people before.
Nan Qing thought of what he had inquired about about Liao Yan's past.
He was castrated and entered the palace at a very young age, and he climbed all the way up from the lowest level of eunuch. The height he climbed can't just depend on luck. He still has the ability, otherwise he would not be able to become the governor.
Now everyone is afraid of him and knows his methods. Many people must have forgotten his childhood and past.
Cold fingers helped her put on clothes, and the rough fingertips touched her waist, making Nan Qing itch and tremble.
Liao Yan stopped: "Your Highness?"
"Don't touch my waist, it's itchy." Her voice was softer than usual, her face was very red, and she no longer raised her chin to look at him.
The little princess was so shy that she was so domineering outside that she didn't even dare to look at his face after taking off her clothes.
She had never been served by a eunuch since she was a child. The ones who dressed her and groomed her were all palace maids with white fingers. The palace maids lowered their eyes when serving her, but they never looked straight like him.
It's hot outside, but it's a little cool inside the palace.
The little princess was stripped down to only her bellyband and underpants, with slender arms and legs. She had the figure of a girl, but it was still a bit thin, and the fabric on her chest was only slightly held up.
She was too shy to look at him, so naturally she didn't notice how unscrupulous Liao Yan's gaze was.
It was a bit cold and she shivered slightly.
Liao Yan looked away, raised his hand and took some clothes for her to put on. Putting on clothes was much faster than taking off clothes.
Putting on a piece of clothing that would not expose large areas of skin, her courage returned. Nan Qing raised her head and looked at Liao Yan, who was very close at hand. Looking at it this way, Liao Yan looked even more beautiful. The skin on her face was delicate, but
There seemed to be a scar on his neck, which was usually hidden by his hair.
Nan Qing looked at him curiously for a few times, and then saw that he was so skillful in tying her skirt and it looked pretty, so she couldn't help teasing him: "Eunuch Liao has always served women before." ωωw.Bǐqυgétν.℃ǒＭ
Liao Yan, Governor Liao, and now Eunuch Liao.
It has been several years since anyone called him Eunuch Liao.
"When our family entered the palace, the first time they went to do serious work was in the harem."
The concubine who served the emperor.
"How old were you when you entered the palace?"
"Five years old."
"Then have you seen me in the belly of my mother's concubine?" She said and smiled. He was serving a certain concubine and followed him from a distance. Maybe he had seen the state of the concubine's pregnancy.
Belly's first meeting.
Liao Yan held up the hem of her skirt and said, "No, the imperial concubine is nowhere to be seen by someone like me."
I really haven't seen it before.
Because before he was ten years old, he worked everywhere and was bullied. Later, because of his good looks, he was selected to serve the master of the harem. But it didn't matter to him. Recently, he was assigned to a palace where he was not favored and had a low status.
He couldn't see someone like the imperial concubine, let alone a pregnant imperial concubine surrounded by people, so he couldn't see her.
A cold finger suddenly touched his neck. Liao Yan immediately came back to his senses and reflexively wanted to break the neck of the person in front of him. Fortunately, he held back after seeing who it was.
Liao Yan slowly relaxed his hands. He was a little annoyed that he was distracted because her few words reminded him of the past that he had long forgotten.
White and tender fingers were touching the scar on his neck, which made Liao Yan uncomfortable. He asked in a feminine voice, "What are you doing, Your Highness?"
"Is there a scar that's so long that it spreads all the way to the back?"
Nan Qing touched the scar on his neck and realized that the scar was so long. From the front, he could only see a small scar on the side, but in fact, the scar spread all the way to the back of his neck.
Nan Qing touched him all the way and was frightened. Someone was trying to cut off his head.
"How did you do it? It hurts a lot." Her voice weakened, her smile disappeared, and she even looked a little bit distressed for him.
Liao Yan was in a daze for a moment. He stepped away so that she could no longer touch him and said, "It doesn't hurt."
"How can such a long incision not hurt?" She didn't believe it.
"Our family has experienced pains worse than this. In comparison, this injury is the least painful."
Although it was fatal, it didn't hurt. His neck was cut in an instant. He only remembered that a lot of it was left, but he felt no pain.
Liao Yan met her disbelieving eyes, and he didn't like her pure and white eyes.
Liao Yan raised the corners of his mouth, and said in a soft and pleasant voice: "This kind of injury lasts for a moment, and it won't hurt. Does Your Highness know what injury hurts the most? A life of torture is worse than death."
The end of his words rose, with a sense of temptation. Not only his voice, but also his whole body felt seductive.
Just like a poisonous snake, its tail is disguised as delicious food, shaking gently, waiting for its prey to take the bait.
"What hurts the most?"
The prey has taken the bait.
Liao Yan: "In the cold winter months, I washed my clothes in cold water and soaked them all day long. My hands were covered with chilblains and cracks. The cracks were so deep that I could see the bones. They would bleed when I moved. If the clothes were stained by bleeding, they would be whipped with whips. Over time,
There is no good skin anywhere on my body.”
Nan Qing frowned upon hearing this.
Liao Yan felt that he was talking too lightly, so he talked about the things in Zhao Prison. This was something that a noble man who was not deeply involved in the world and who had grown up with care and pampering had never heard of.
"...Knock out the teeth one by one, so he can't bite his tongue to commit suicide, or just put a whole tea cup into his mouth, dislocate the entire jaw, or even break the jaw bone, so he can't bite his tongue to commit suicide, and it's still possible.
Can talk."
"If the person could write, it would be easier. Just cut off the tongue and press the hot iron directly on the wound. With a bang, the meat would be cooked and the bleeding would stop. The person would not die. Slowly.
Torture him until he is willing to write what the officials want to hear."
"Does Your Highness know how to torture to extract a confession?"
Not only is there no smile on her face now, her face has even turned pale.
Liao Yan was still not satisfied, "There are thousands of ways to force a confession. In short, it makes people miserable but unable to die. Among them, our favorite is an iron comb, which is just like the comb used by His Highness to comb his hair, but it is more precise."
Bigger and sharper. When combed from the prisoner's head, the flesh and blood of the scalp fell off in long strips..."
Her face turned completely pale, and she even became a little unable to stand.
Liao Yan chuckled: "The injury on our neck is considered healed, it doesn't hurt."
Her eyes no longer showed the distress when she touched his neck. They were now distant, suppressing fear, and looking at him like a monster.
Liao Yan was smiling, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. After saying this and scaring the little princess, he didn't seem to be in a very happy mood.
"Get out." Nan Qing pointed outside and said.
Liao Yan stood for a moment, turned around and left.
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Sui Sui: Mr. Liao is quite mean-mouthed, hahahaha, there will be an update today.