Ye Zheng hurriedly presented the list.

Zhu Feng took the list. Although it was only a few thin pieces of paper, his hand that could easily wield the steel sword sank slightly, as if those pieces of paper weighed a thousand pounds.

He tightened the roster and said to Xu Miaoyin and the others: "You all go back."

After saying that, he went back and prepared to close the door.

At this time, Ye Zheng stepped in with one kick.

Zhu Feng frowned.

Ye Zheng hurriedly said, "Emperor, the roster has been ticked, and the officials will continue to be sent."

“…”

Zhu Feng was silent for a moment and let him enter the imperial study room.

Xu Miaoyin and the palace concubines slowly stood up. Although she watched Ye Zheng enter, things might turn around, but her heart was still heavy.

So many people have died.

Wu Wan, who was standing behind her, had a gloomy face.

Ye Zheng, it wouldn't be a mess of this matter.

Walking into the Imperial Study Room, Ye Zheng felt cold sweat on his back just a few steps away.

He often comes to this imperial study room, but he has never felt as strong as he does now, and it makes it difficult for him to breathe and heartbeat.

Zhu Feng had already walked to the table and sat down.

He opened the roster and glanced at the names above one by one.

Li Yulan, Wang Yue, Lin Xianger, Wu Juan...

Then, let out a light breath.

Turn to the second page

Yang Zhenzhen, Yunmei, Xiuya, Cao Jingyi...

Every time he saw a name, his breath would change slightly. Ye Zheng stood beside him and understood it even more.

After reading the last page and the last name, Zhu Feng was silent for a long time, then picked up the pen, ticked the list, and said, "Send it down."

Ye Zheng hurriedly took it and said, "Yes."

After saying that, he turned around and went out. Just as he was about to open the door, Zhu Feng suddenly said, "Stop."

Ye Zheng's heart trembled again, he stopped quickly, and looked back at him: "Master, what else do you have to give?"

“…”

Zhu Feng was silent for a while, and then said in a deep voice: "I'll hand over the roster to me tomorrow."

Ye Zheng's heart moved slightly.

He nodded immediately and said, "Yes."

Then, he opened the door and walked out.

The bloody smell of the punishment room on this day was several times heavier than before.

People have some difficulty breathing.

When the cold water poured on the rack again failed to wake up Si Nanyan, the prison guards finally cursed and removed her from the rack.

One of the jailers cursed: "This dead girl, she's so tough."

"Yes, everyone else cried and shouted, begging for mercy, but she refused to say a word, and didn't even scream."

"It may not be easy for her to admit it."

"Pooh!"

When he heard this, the leading prison guard said fiercely: "Anyway, Concubine Kang has passed the message, so it would be better for her to admit it. If she doesn't admit it, she will die!"

"That's true."

"She can't survive anyway."

Several people dragged her into the cell like a piece of meat. Along the way, the palace maids locked in the cells on both sides cried and screamed, and some even fainted in fear.

Nanyan was thrown by them on a pile of haystacks, and the door was closed again.

The blood from his body flowed down, soaking the hay under him.

At this time, Nan Yan slowly opened his eyes.

Just now, I almost couldn't stand it.

虽然装死太窝囊,但不管怎么样,能少吃一点苦头,也是好的.

She clenched her fists with her last little strength.
Chapter completed!