The reborn soft empress only wants to hug her thighs

Chapter 153 What is that

Fulin supported Luo Chuchu to the prison, Luo Chuchu got rid of his support, walked towards the inconspicuous door, and knocked on the door.

"Who?" came a vigilant voice from inside.

"I, Luo Chu." Luo Chuchu said.

A sound of footsteps ran away quickly, Luo Chuchu waited patiently, and after a while, the door opened inward.

Even with Fulin's support, she was embarrassed to put her whole body weight on a 60--year-old old man. The pain in the position where her knee was rubbed and broken along the way became more and more severe, and she couldn't wait to act coquettishly with Yan Wenmao.

Luo Chuchu didn't realize her dependence on Yan Wenmao, so when Yan Wenmao opened the door but avoided Luo Chuchu's outstretched hand, her inexplicable grievance made her purse her mouth and look at him with aggrieved expression.

"What are you doing?"

"Why did His Majesty come here?"

The two questions overlap.

"I'll come whenever I want." Luo Chuchu wanted to go in, but Yan Wenmao's hand tightly grasped the door, preventing her from entering.

"What do you want to do? Is there something you want to do without telling me?"

Yan Wenmao looked away, not knowing how to answer.

Luo Chuchu reached out and scratched his waist, but Yan Wenmao was not afraid of itches, so he didn't move.

"say something."

"Your Majesty, don't make trouble." Yan Wenmao tried his best to keep himself away from her, but in Luo Chuchu's eyes, he was disgusted.

Luo Chuchu was so angry that he took a step forward and threw himself into his arms: "I'll hug you!"

This scene fell in the eyes of the guards, and they all looked at the sky and the earth, pretending not to see it.

I got it as I wished, but Luo Chuchu frowned and sniffed it hard: "What is this smell? Why does it smell like rust?"

No matter how you tell it, it smells like rust... or rather, blood.

"What are you doing in there?" She looked up at Yan Wenmao in shock.

Yan Wenmao still didn't answer, but took her out of the door gently yet resolutely, saying: "Your Majesty, this place is not where you should come."

"I just want to come." Luo Chuchu said stubbornly, "I've even been to Xiaoyao Terrace. I'm afraid that such a small prison won't work?"

When Fulin told her, his words were rather cryptic. Luo Chuchu thought that it was just an ordinary prison where punishment would be imposed, which was specially used to punish people in the palace.Anyway, those scenes have been seen in TV dramas, so it's no big deal.

Yan Wenmao didn't let her go if she didn't agree. After a long stalemate, she finally couldn't stand her coquettish offensive. Yan Wenmao breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Your Majesty might as well come back tomorrow, and you must let His Majesty in tomorrow."

I didn't expect Luo Chuchu to come here today, the scene inside was very cruel.

Luo Chuchu bit her lip, suddenly let go of Yan Wenmao, bent down and lifted up the skirt, exposing her calves.

In summer, I wear pants just above the knee, so I am not afraid to show some spring.

Yan Wenmao was a little nervous when he saw that his knee was bound with a veil, and then he saw that there was also a black bruise on the other knee.

Afraid that this would not impress Yan Wenmao, Luo Chuchu rolled up his sleeves, and there were also spots on his elbows.

"You haven't been with me much these days. I wanted to find you, but I accidentally fell."

"How did you fall so hard?" Yan Wenmao gently stroked the bruise on her elbow, struggle and pity flashed across her face.

Luo Chuchu saw that there was something going on, and said persistently: "I just wanted to come and see you, but you didn't let me in. It seems that I disturbed you." His expression was gloomy, and he looked hurt.

"Sigh." Yan Wenmao sighed, and said, "Since His Majesty wants to come in, let's come in and have a look."

There is really nothing to do with her.

Luo Chuchu was a little excited, but there was still grievance on his face, and he didn't let out a small "yeah" until Yan Wenmao walked in the door.

After Yan Wenmao listened, he pinched her waist gently, making Luo Chuchu laugh.

Watching Lord Chitose, who was just like Yama of Hell just now, suddenly become a passionate young man who talks about love with others, the guards' eyes fell to the ground one after another.

I specially teased Luo Chuchu, hoping that what she saw next would not scare her.

As Luo Chuchu walked forward, the smell of blood in his nose became stronger and stronger. Compared with the smell in Xiaoyaotai, it was more...fresh.

Reddish liquid seeped out from under the crack of a door and meandered into the yard, flowing more and more.

I came out in a hurry just now, and I only had time to tell them to clean up as much as possible.

Yes, Yan Wenmao never thought of being able to persuade Luo Chuchu, and knew that she would most likely succeed in coming in today.

He always couldn't refuse her request, but he just wanted to delay for some time so that the people inside could wash away the blood as much as possible.

When the door was opened, there stood two soldiers carrying buckets. Their clothes were stained with spots of crimson red, and they were washing the ground with a bucket in their hands.

"...When can I go in? There's so much dirty water." Luo Chuchu frowned.

Hearing this, one of them subconsciously dropped the bucket and picked up the broom to sweep up the water, causing the people around him to roll their eyes angrily.

Lord Chitose definitely didn't want His Majesty to go in, I can't even tell, how did I get here until now?
Waiting for the soldiers to clean up the water vigorously, wanting to make a good impression in front of Yan Wenmao and Luo Chuchu, they looked at them and found a gentle smile on the corner of Yan Wenmao's mouth, and nodded to him.

The soldier was still happy, but the other one simply abandoned the bucket and mixed in with the other soldiers.

Although the ground is still a bit unclean, it is already passable.

Luo Chuchu walked into the small door with her skirt in hand, and a gust of cold wind mingled with a strong smell of blood rushed towards her face, which made her throat churn and she almost vomited out.

Walking and walking to the first cell, the railings here are so dense that it is estimated that only the first half of the woman's palm can be extended.The cell door was wide open, and there was no one inside, not even hay for the prisoners to rest on, let alone windows, all illuminated by oil lamps hanging from the aisle.

The cell was in the dark, and Luo Chuchu squinted his eyes and didn't see anything. He just felt as if he had killed several pigs inside and left them alone. The bloody smell almost soaked into the walls.

"Why is it so dark here? Can't it be brighter?"

Yan Wenmao didn't answer her question, but said with concern: "Is Your Majesty still used to it? If you've seen enough, go out."

"No, I just want to see what you're doing inside."

Luo Chuchu looked at the second cell, except that there was a strange instrument of torture in it, which looked like a huge plow rake, but he still couldn't see anything clearly.

"They've lived in this kind of place for a long time, and they really don't feel mentally..." Just as they were thinking about how to explain the psychopathy in the words here, there was an altered scream from the depths of the aisle, mixed with shouts for help.

"What's that?" Luo Chuchu turned around, staring at Yan Wenmao with black and white eyes.

"That's a traitor." Yan Wenmao didn't evade this time, and said directly.

Wen Renyin also placed other people in the palace, this time Yan Wenmao found three of them, and more than a dozen people were suspicious.

(End of this chapter)