Ming Lanruo was full of doubts, and this prison was too luxurious.
But soon, she smelled a faint smell of blood, and could even see various instruments of torture hanging next to the painting!
Ming Lanruo's heart tightened, no matter how luxurious the cage was, it was still a prison!
She walked step by step towards the thin figure sitting on the edge of the bed with her eyes closed and concentrating, and she swallowed down her excitement and the word "Father".
Although the man on the bed is thin, he is clean, with a fair face and no beard, eyebrows are flying into the temples, and his eyebrows are as handsome as the breeze and the bright moon. He looks like a handsome man.
Time has only made his silhouette more mature and literati.
Even though he is now trapped in a prison, his face is pale and weak, his long hair is scattered, he still looks proud and sits with his back straight.
She only shouted: "Ming Guo Gong!"
Ming Lanruo uses a changed teenage voice.
When Ming Yuanlang opened the door, he knew someone had come in. He had been imprisoned for these days and had become accustomed to people entering and leaving his cage.
He closed his eyes indifferently and did not answer.
Ming Lanruo was not in a hurry and just sneered: "Ming Guo Gong, you have also been imprisoned for a period of time. If you don't want to be punished, you can answer whatever I ask."
The man on the stone bed still had his eyes closed indifferently, as if an old monk was in trance.
"I don't have time to waste time with you here. Do you still think you are the superior Duke of Ming Dynasty?!" Ming Lanruo snorted coldly, turned around and went to get the whip on the wall.
Gu Wenyuan was stunned for a few seconds and immediately stepped forward to stop him: "Xiao Qiao, didn't I say you can't use torture?"
Ming Lanruo gently pulled down Gu Wenyuan's sleeve and whispered helplessly: "Second Young Master, you have also seen that this is not a master who can speak well. He can't do it without resorting to some means. Don't worry, we are here
The Tang Prefect’s men have learned specialized torture methods.”
Gu Wenyuan frowned: "No, it's already a risk for me to bring you here. Although the eldest sister was injured, she came down to see Ming Guogong the day before yesterday. If she saw any injuries on him, were they caused by her...
..."
Ming Lanruo suddenly took out a pack of long silver needles from her waist and spread them out for him to see: "Then don't use a whip, just use a needle. This thing can hurt people to death when it is inserted into acupuncture points, and nothing can be seen from the outside."
Seeing this, Gu Wenyuan raised his eyebrows: "It turns out that you have made such sufficient preparations, but I can't tell that you are a master of torture. No wonder Uncle Tang sent you to question you."
Ming Lanruo raised her eyes slightly and tapped the back of his hand with her fingertips: "Second Young Master is watching from outside for me, okay? I have completed my task, and I will definitely thank you very much in the future."
From now on, she will definitely use these silver needles to "thank" him for his help one by one!
The voice of the "young man" was clear and clear, and his beautiful and heroic brows carried the vigorous aura of summer. Just now, he tapped the back of his hand, which also had an ambiguous taste.
Gu Wenyuan couldn't help but feel itchy in his heart. Lust overshadowed his reason. He fondly and helplessly picked her chin with his fan again: "Okay, who makes you my favorite Xiao Qiao, but you have to move faster."
.”
With that said, he not only retreated with the two guards, but also went to the main passage to guard Ming Lanruo.
He even thoughtfully ordered the two guards to watch the nearby entrances and exits and notify him in advance if Tang Bijun's people showed up.
Finally, only Ming Lanruo and Ming Yuanlang, father and daughter, were left in the stone room.
She finally couldn't help but took a few steps forward, half-kneeling and half-crouching in front of Ming Yuanlang, grabbed his sleeves, and whispered in a trembling voice: "Father, father...it's me, look at me
!”
The girl suppressed her familiar cry and Ming Yuanlang suddenly fell into a trance.
Is he dreaming?
Did you hear Ruoruo's voice?
He lowered his head suddenly, opened his long, narrow and deep eyes, and saw the "young man" kneeling on the ground. This chapter has been completed!
