Jun Qingye smiled coldly when he heard this, with contemptuous and disdainful eyes.

Wang Zuo carefully observed his expression, glanced at Jun Qingye's face, and then said to Jun Qingli: "The second prince is joking, how dare the servant beat you? Who here saw that the servant beat you?"

Seeing his villain's rampant look, Su Qingran slightly shrank his ink pupils.

"Bang!" When the long whip hit again, Jun Qingli pushed the wheelchair and raised his hand to hold the tail of the whip. The man could no longer move.

He looked out of the cell in embarrassment, "Third Prince, sir, this..."

Jun Qingye's eyes suddenly sterned, and he signaled another person to come forward with a whip.

"Bang!" When the whip fell, Jun Qingli released the whip from the man just now.

Su Qingran followed Jun Qingli, and she soon discovered that Jun Qingye was clearly taking advantage of Wang Zuo's chance to lynch her!

The focus of the two men holding the whip in the cell was on the thin figure, especially his legs.

Jun Qingye was indeed vicious and he was unwilling to let Jun Qingli's legs recover.

Su Qingran's eyes were deeper, and she took out the dagger from her boots without any hesitation and hid it in her sleeve.

Jun Qingli was injured in his legs because he was young and had no time, especially when he was still in a wheelchair and was unable to move, so she had a lot of effort to deal with the two yamen runners holding whips.

Su Qingran grabbed the dagger, hurried forward, pulled the long whip that was coming towards him, and then cut it off quickly.

Seeing the long whip in another person's hand about to land on Jun Qingli's knees, her eyes tightened. Without time to react, she pounced on his knees and blocked him.

“Um…”

As the whip fell, Su Qingran suddenly felt a burst of skin and flesh on her back, and she felt like a burning pain. She couldn't help but groan and her eyebrows frowned.

At this moment, Su Qingran trembled in pain, but she was very grateful.

Fortunately, the whip fell on her. If it was whipped on Jun Qingli's legs, I'm afraid his legs will never be cured in this life!

"Han Qing!" Jun Qingli exclaimed.

The long blood mark on Su Qingran's back stinged his eyes.

"I'm fine." Su Qingran gritted her teeth and turned around and saw the man wave the whip again. He endured the pain like a tearing back and rushed over suddenly, cut off the long whip, and then stabbed the dagger in his hand into his shoulder blade.

She did not intend to kill anyone, the knife was not deep, but it was enough to dye everyone's eyes red.

At this time, her face was pale, her back was stained with blood, but her eyes were covered with blood.

He pulled out the dagger and said fiercely, "Get out!"

When Wang Zuo saw this scene, he immediately spoke up angry, "You actually dare to use the knife, you really rebel against you!"

"Mr. Wang, if you abuse lynching again, I don't mind stabbing this knife into your heart, and you will be killed." Su Qingran spoke word by word, his eyes were gloomy, and he had murderous intent.

Wang Zuo looked at her dark eyes and subconsciously took a step back, "You, dare, I am the official of the court, and if you move me, it will be a death sentence!"

"Ha..." Su Qingran sneered, lowered her eyes and looked at the blood beads that were rolling down on the tip of the knife.

When she turned around to see Jun Qingli, she found that beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

Oh no, his bone poison has taken place!

Su Qingran suddenly narrowed her eyes, and the thing she didn't want to see happened.

He walked to him with all his might and gently wiped away the sweat beads from his forehead, "Second Prince, how are you?"

"I'm fine, it's okay..."

"I was sweating all over and said it was okay." Su Qingran couldn't hide his worries in her eyes, and she hurriedly called out, "Qiubai, come quickly, the second prince's bone poison has occurred!"

She stood up and spoke coldly to Wang Zuo, "I wonder if Lord Wang can afford to commit murder of the prince!"

Wang Zuo looked at Jun Qingli, who was pale, and his body trembled. Fear suddenly flashed through his eyes. He slowly turned his eyes to look at the mysterious clothes beside him.

Although the second prince is not favored, his identity is there. He is the prince, not something he can kill.

Jun Qingye calmed his eyes and immediately ordered, "Come on, send the second prince back."

Jun Qingli tried his best to hold on, looking at Su Qingran beside him, "Wait for me, I'll tomorrow..."

Before he finished speaking, he fainted in the wheelchair and sweated coldly on his forehead again.

"Master!" Qiu Bai rushed over and saw this scene, and his eyes were red in anger and he carefully pushed him out.

He looked at Su Qingran with concern, "Prince Han, take care of yourself, Qiu Bai will come to deliver you food tomorrow."

Jun Qingye raised his foot and walked to Jun Qingli, raised his hand to push the wheelchair, but Qiu Bai was alert and avoided, "Third Prince, what do you want to do? Do you think my master is not miserable enough?"

"The prison is dark and wet. My second brother came to suffer by himself. What does it have to do with me? I don't know how to show my respect!" Jun Qingye said coldly.

"Hmph!" Qiu Bai snorted coldly and immediately pushed Jun Qingli away.

Seeing the blue figure getting farther away, Jun Qingye narrowed his eyes slightly, and he didn't expect that he cared so much about this little coroner!

"The Third Prince..." Wang Zuo shouted carefully.

Jun Qingye glanced at him at the end of his eyes and then raised his foot to leave.

Seeing Jun Qingli leaving the prison, Su Qingran could no longer hold on and sat directly on the haystack, with her little face pale.

Wang Zuo was about to leave when he saw Su Qingran trembling with his body, narrowed his eyes viciously, and called the yamen runners to whisper a few instructions.

With a cup of tea, the two yamen runners came over with two basins of cold water, and poured them on Su Qingran through the prison door.

Before Su Qingran could stand up, she was so cold that she was poured on her heart.

However, in an instant, the whip on her back hurt sharply, almost swallowing her.

Su Qingran gritted her teeth and looked at Wang Zuo's proud face, and a vicious look surged in her eyes.

It turned out to be salt water, despicable!

"Young Master Han, you just said you would fight me to death?" Wang Zuo smiled in a silence, "It's a pity that you don't have this opportunity now!"

Su Qingran held the dagger in her sleeve, but she no longer had the strength to hold it up.

She remembered this Wang Zuo!

"The night is coming soon. Mr. Han, please enjoy the long night." Wang Zuo said, and walked away proudly.

Su Qingran was trembling all over her body, but in the early summer season, she felt as if she was in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, so cold that her whole body was trembling and her lips were frozen purple.

She never felt so difficult to survive the long night...

After a while, her frozen body began to have a fever, and she was burned to a hazy state.

She shrank on the haystack, her face flushed, but her body was still shaking.

"Jun Qinghan..." Su Qingran murmured in a low voice, as if in this world, only this man could give her a sense of security.

She was burning in a daze, and she heard footsteps again. She opened her eyes with difficulty.

In the haze, she saw the person who came in purple and tall, which was the familiar appearance she could not be familiar with.
Chapter completed!