"Ah!" Xiao Hua screamed, and there was a sound of cracking bones on the ground.

His mandible was hit hard on the bluestone-covered ground and shattered into pieces.

His teeth hit his lips and made a big gash. The taste of rust filled his mouth and flowed out from the corners of his mouth.

"Shibo, you seem to really like being the emperor." Pei Fan looked at his clothes and spoke to him as his father and brother, with a faint mockery in his eyes.

With a strong hand, she grabbed the long ribbon on Xiao Hua's collar and walked straight forward.

Pei Fan walked in front, and she dragged Xiao Hua's body on his stomach behind.

Pei Fan specially ordered it to be remodeled just now. The long stairs have uneven curvature, which is very suitable for the emperor's visit.

Xiao Hua kept dragging forward with his face on the ground. When he encountered a jagged place, he was bruised and bleeding, his limbs were torn and torn, and he almost fainted from the pain.

After finally climbing up the stairs, Xiao Hua thought he could take it easy and just breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, the threshold of the Qinzheng Hall was nearly twice as high as usual, so Xiao Hua lowered his head and bumped into it, with stars in his eyes.

Pei Fan walked forward as if dragging a dead pig, and she tied the bloody man to the dragon throne as if nothing had happened, with a head hanging on the top of the throne.

After a plate of cold water was poured down, Xiao Hua shivered from the stimulation, and all the skin on his body had goosebumps and trembled, making him look very depressed.

He opened his eyes hazily, but he didn't expect to see something extremely frightening when he saw it.

It’s Zanahao’s head!

His eyes widened in panic and fear, and his limbs kept struggling, trying to escape.

With his body tied tightly to the dragon chair, Xiao Hua had nowhere to hide and could only be forced to face that dead face.

When Zai Nahao was beheaded by Pei Fan, his eyes widened, filled with fear and disbelief that could not be hidden. The muscles on his face were all wrinkled together, like a desperate patient who was on the verge of death but failed to survive.

Xiao Hua knew about the quarrel between himself and Zhan Nahao, and also knew what Qin Ruyu meant by this incident.

She knew everything and wanted to avenge her father.

That's why I torture myself like this.

Xiao Hua now regrets it and wishes he could beat himself to death.

If I had known, I would rather bear the infamy of millions of people than wipe out the entire Qin family.

Cutting down the weeds without eradicating the roots, they will grow again when the spring breeze blows.

Qin Ming was like his nemesis sent by God to defeat him. Without himself, his daughter was still left to fight against him.

Xiao Hua was twisted in his heart, but his body reacted extremely realistically.

He is incontinent.

"Look at what you look like now. How can you still have the nobility that you had before?" Pei Fan looked at it with a smile and ordered someone to bring a mirror over so that Xiao Hua could take a look at himself.

Such a sarcastic and teasing look and teasing tone deeply hurt Xiao Hua's heart.

Qin Ruyu wanted to humiliate and torture him.

Xiao Hua frowned and said almost defeatedly: "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. I admit defeat. If you want to kill me, just do it."

How can you be so naive and still want to seek closure?

"I won't let you die so easily, nor will I let you die so easily."

Pei Fan pretended to say inadvertently: "How about hanging you on the city wall tomorrow? Take off all your clothes and crowns, and let you expose your dirty heart for the people to accuse."

She knew that the monarch who could do so many cruel things cared most about his face and status.

Don't you care about this? I'm going to crush your self-esteem in front of the world and make you collapse in humiliation and seek death in pain.

But you can't die because the Qin family has not allowed you to seek death.

Xiao Hua's eyes were about to burst, and he yelled in an imageless manner: "Bitch, how dare you insult me! Bitch, bitch, bitch..."

He knew he was in trouble, so he took the initiative to change his self-identity. But Qin Ruyu not only refused to give him a slap in the face, but also slapped her on the face. Xiao Hua wished he could give him a sword and stab Qin Ruyu to death.

But before he finished speaking, Pei Fan cut off his tongue with a knife. A river of warm blood filled his mouth and sprayed on the almost invisible dragon robe, dyeing the gold thread on it red.

The fatal pain caused Xiao Hua to faint. When he woke up again, he was already at the Meridian Market.

He was naked, hanging in the air among the plaques on the upper floor of the market. There were people talking about it underneath, vying to see the emperor's dragon body.

"Wow, it turns out that the emperor's body is similar to that of ordinary people. How can he be praised like that?" Commoner A said: "I really thought he had dragon scales on his body."

"This emperor is not very good, that thing is not as big as mine..." Citizen B made a gesture, and his words were full of disdain and belittling.

"He is the one who collaborated with the enemy and treason, and abandoned our common people!" The passionate commoner C was a hawker at the market. He seized the business opportunity and threw the rotten vegetable leaves he had just trimmed and unwanted them at Xiao Hua's door: "Every neighbor

If a neighbor comes to buy vegetables to punish traitors, if he buys two kilograms, he will lose five copper coins!"

This...sounds like a pretty good deal!

The people who were carried away crowded into the hawker's vegetable stall, broke off the vegetable leaves they bought, and threw them on Xiao Hua.

What's more, they threw a rotten egg on his face and cursed: "You have no shame in being a traitor and will kill the whole family!"

"Yes!" A group of people below agreed, throwing things at Xiao Hua even more desperately to discourage him.

The egg hit Xiao Hua's face, and the impact broke his forehead, causing blood to trickle down.

The Qin Jiajun who were guarding in the dark stepped forward to stop him. Although they were happy to see Xiao Hua suffer the consequences, they could not really let him be beaten to death by people. After all, it would be too cheap for him.

There are more tricks waiting for him later, but if he dies now, it would be so unbearable to live, and he would simply be looking for bad luck.

Xiao Hua was left hanging in the wet market for three days.

He had not had any water or rice for three days. By the time he was put down, he was already dying, with more air coming out and less air coming in.

Jasmine found two rotten steamed buns from the kitchen and threw them to Xiao Hua. He had long since lost his airs of being a superior emperor and ate whatever was given to him, so he immediately took them and wolfed them down.

That's how people are, they won't shed tears until they see the coffin.

Jasmine looked coldly at Xiao Hua, who was attacking the vicious dog on the ground, feeling extremely relieved.

The lady is right, killing him with one knife would be too easy for him.

It tortured him like this, making him unable to live or die, and gradually destroyed him from the depths of his soul.

Xiao Hua ate very quickly, finishing two large steamed buns in three strokes, five divided by two.

But it's still not full enough.

He licked his lips. He had long lost any arrogance. If he resisted again or made any unusual movements, he would never be able to eat again in his life.

Seeing Xiao Hua finish eating, Jasmine gave the female soldier who was guarding him a look: lift him up and go to the place where he finally redeemed himself.

Xiao Hua was put on a black hood and taken away. The wheels kept moving forward, and he was inevitably uneasy in his heart.

When the carriage stopped and his hood was taken off, Xiao Hua opened his eyes and saw that it was the Statue Temple of General Zhuguo in the north of the city.

His face turned white immediately, as if he felt something.

The final judgment is coming.

Xiao Hua was roughly carried. He stumbled up the stairs and was forced to kneel in front of Pei Fan.

A row of bricklayers came up next to him. They circled Xiao Hua and started laying bricks on a one square meter area centered on him.

After the first brick was laid, the worker nodded towards Pei Fan and then withdrew.

Are you just quitting like this? Xiao Hua broke into a cold sweat. He didn't know what Pei Fan was going to do next?

Unknown things are always scary.

Seeing Xiao Hua's horrified eyes, Pei Fan kindly explained to him: "For the next fifty days, someone will lay a brick next to you every day. By the fiftieth day, there will be only one brick on top of your head.

A brick..."

Pei Fan deliberately lengthened his voice, which inadvertently caused a sense of oppression to Xiao Hua.

Is this going to seal him off with a brick wall?

In a small enough space, use bricks to seal off everything that can be seen around you, cut off all the air, and just suffocate to death silently.

Xiao Hua's face turned pale with fright, and his hands trembled: just watching him suffocate to death step by step, compared to other ways of death, was already considered good.

He didn't dare to show any signs on the surface and comforted himself secretly.

"Let the craftsmen start pouring the materials to make the bronze statue into the brick wall, and then wait until the bronze statue is cast, then smash down the outer brick wall for the world to despise and insult."

Actually... unexpectedly...

Xiao Hua's vision almost went dark. He could not imagine that the material for pouring the bronze statue was poured from head to toe, and then the slurry swam in his mouth, nose and throat, gradually occupying all his senses.

Xiao Hua had never had such a strong desire to live. He kept kowtowing, kneeling on the ground, and kept begging Pei Fan for mercy: Ruyu...Ruyu, don't do this to me...I know I was wrong...it was me.

Damn it...it's me who's obsessed...it's me who's worse than a beast...it's me who's ashamed of the people of Da Xiao and General Qin...I really already know I'm wrong...

Please...don't do this to me!

Pei Fan looked coldly at Xiao Hua, who was kneeling in one direction blindly begging for mercy, and slammed the door of the temple.

How can a dying person have the face to beg for mercy?
Chapter completed!