On the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month in the twelfth year of Jianyuan, the first heavy snowfall fell in Daye. As the saying goes: "Auspicious snow heralds a good year." The entire capital was immersed in the joy of peace.
However, in the prison of Dali Temple, there is never the word "joy". This is a place where the sun cannot shine in.
A basin of cold water was poured down, and the festering wounds on his body were stimulated again. Blood and water mixed with thick juice flowed to the floor of the cell, giving off a disgusting fishy smell.
"Tell me, did you kill Master Hua!" Another whip was pulled down without mercy, and Gu Liangzhi stared at the jailer coldly. This look combined with the scars on her face made it extremely terrifying: "I told you, I will never admit to anything I haven't done even to death!"
What a waste of time