Su Zhi said this sentence calmly, and that irrelevant tone seemed extremely cold-blooded and cruel in such a horrifying atmosphere.

Yao Quan looked at this scene silently, thinking that Zuo Jingpeng was a martial arts teacher after all, and the martial arts practitioner was strong. His strong perseverance could survive the torture and iron branding in the torture room of the Prime Minister's Mansion. However, under the terrible torture instrument brought by Su Zhi, he was tortured into such a tragic situation. He was almost stripped of a layer of skin, and the next one would be his turn, so how could he not make him frightened?

Another heart-wrenching scream, Zuo Jingpeng's desire to die became stronger and stronger. Su Zhi raised his arm and made a gesture, and the jailer stopped.

"I'll ask you again." Su Zhi squatted down nearby, Zuo Jingpeng gasped heavily, looking under the mask, his deep and cold pupils approached his eyes, and the cold voice seemed to be frozen in the blood of people, "Where is the roster?"

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In the afternoon, Youmeng and Su Zhi met on the path of the flower fragrance. When she saw Su Zhi coming, she seemed to have just returned from the mansion.

She wandered a little, her lips twitched, and finally asked him calmly: "Where have you been?"

"Go and have a walk on the street." He responded lukewarmly.

Youmeng snorted and lowered her eyes gloomy: "I thought you were going to have a cold war with me again and were missing."

"What's the point of playing the same trick?" He turned his face and his voice softly, as if he was talking to himself, "You are used to it, but you think I'm dispensable."

Youmeng didn't hear it clearly: "Hmm?"

"What's more, do you care if I really did that?" he asked in the eyes.

She didn't think so: "Yes."

"If you can, you will be solemn and leave Feng Qiwu in the mansion and live in the same room with his lonely man and widow..." He suppressed his anger and felt uncomfortable in his chest, "You spent the night in his room last night, right?"

Youmeng said anxiously: "Heque, I was with Qiwu last night, but it was not what you thought."

Su Zhi felt a chill: "Always say it's not what I thought, then tell me what it is like?"

"I……"

"How should I tell your relationship?"

She was about to explain, but then she remembered last night when Qi Wu held her hand and placed it on her chest and told her deeply: "Princess, it's about Qi Wu's life. The matter of my injury must not be circulated. At present, you are the only person I trust the most.

She made a promise to Qiwu and had to help him hide it, so she stopped talking.

Seeing her like this, Su Zhi felt even more heartbroken: "You can't explain it yourself, right?"

Youmeng looked at him with a lot of care: "I'm sorry, I made you feel uncomfortable..."

You know I feel uncomfortable, why do you still do this? He smiled self-deprecatingly: "Princess, can you tell me that I am like this now, whether it is a new love or an old love?"

Youmeng panicked and had no explanation: "What new love and old love?"

"Feng Qiwu knew you earlier than me. If he was an old love and you were with me, and he would be in trouble now, what is it?"

Youmeng was stunned by his question.

He turned a step further and asked coldly: "Or, in the eyes of the princess, it doesn't matter how many of us men who can't be prince consorts? Just be happy?"

Youmeng inhale a little cold air, tried to calm down, and looked at him affectionately and said, "I treat Qiwu differently from you."

"What's the difference?" His eyes rolled over like snow, "Don't tell me that you just think he is a friend and a confidant."

"I take Qiwu very seriously, I don't deny this."

Su Zhi was stunned and felt that his heart was stabbed hard.
Chapter completed!