Allure of the World Chapter 177: Who is it for?

Seeing that Lan Ling was still smiling, Ling Chen narrowed his eyes.

"Lan Ling, I want to see how much you can endure for him." He kept her still on the plank, wrapped his fingers, and wrapped the chain around his hands.

Lan Ling lay there, her snow-white belly exposed, the prison was cold, Lan Ling was trembling all over, her lips were blue and purple. She covered her lower abdomen with both hands, and plunged her head into the quilt on the bed.

Since she was pregnant, Ling Chen had never seen her so closely.

He tore her underwear, looked at her snow-white ketone body, and gently stroked the round belly with his right hand. His rough palm scratched her delicate skin, and Lan Ling felt deep hatred from the slowly sliding palm.

Ling Chen looked at her, he had someone send her the death-free gold medal, but she didn't want it!

His anger is getting heavier and heavier: "Don't you really want to run away, why don't you run away and just want to die?"

"Yes, Lan Ling is tired. If I die, no one will give my life in vain. Tian Ming and I have nothing. You have wronged him."

Ling Chen sneered: "Tian Ming has overstepped his duty. You, the person around me, can't have an outside heart."

"Is it because he did things for me behind your back?" Lan Ling asked.

Ling Chen didn't answer, and said after a while: "The people around me must be very loyal to me, and they must not have a trace of external sympathy."

He lifted the quilt covering her face, and her upper body was presented in front of him without any cover. Lan Ling looked at him, and he was looking at her, his eyes dark and evil, mocking and mocking.

Lan Ling struggled to get out of his package, his waist was tightly held by him, unable to move at all.

The lining was broken and a hair knot tied with a red rope fell out. She and his face were startled,

This hair knot was made by Lan Ling by entangling her hair and a lock of Ling Chen's hair when she was treating her illness in Qingyun Mountain. Hers has been on her body. He had already lost it, but he found it at Tian Ming that day. He was furious and killed Tian Ming.

Her cold hands suddenly cover his eyes.

He paused, then suddenly took her hand and put it under his clothes.

That trace of warmth wet Lan Ling's eyes. She thought her heart was hard enough.

She thought that since she wanted to let go, she would let it go completely. Do not have a trace of nostalgia. She died and everyone was fine.

But Ling Chen's random move made her greedy. She stopped struggling, letting him hold her.

He realized what he was doing, and he let go of his hand bitterly, his eyes fell on her round belly, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, he took off his cloak and hugged her horizontally.

Lan Ling suddenly understood what he was going to do and fought hard, blood pouring from his ankle.

"Don't touch me! This is a prison, I am a death row prisoner, the emperor is not afraid of getting bad luck!"

He tightened the chain in his hand. Lan Ling bent down in pain.

She vaguely seemed to see her past life. Such the same scene, is this a dream? Or, is that a dream?

The woman's mournful voice reached the outside, and the people outside held their breaths and walked to the gate further away.

She shrank back, eyes filled with tears, glaring at him.

He looked down at her, his eyes were cold and hot, mixed with hatred, anger, or something else, Ling Chen himself didn't know it, he felt like he was going crazy.

He saw her **** ankle after struggling, and he pressed her feet under her legs so she couldn't move.

He finally pressed her completely under his body, wrapped him, and watched her close her eyes, tears spreading.

He moved like crazy. If he wanted to hate, he hated it completely. He was still infatuated with this dirty body.

He hated her, and he hated himself even more.

Wen Heng stood outside the prison door, watching Ling Chen bring someone into the prison.

He went to see her anyway.

She just came out from Concubine Qing. Concubine Qing was not well these days, and she is in a coma today.

She saw Concubine Qing's maid, Huan'er, hurriedly running into the prison.

A large amount of blood poured out from Lan Ling's body. The warm heat flowed over her icy legs, and Ling Chen rolled his eyes, slightly startled, but did not stop.

Lan Ling wanted to be pulled out from the bottom of her heart. She looked at Ling Chen's face, and the boundless hatred in his eyes. She reached out and touched his face, feeling distressed, helpless, and full of infinite love.

Tears finally came: "Lingchen, he is really your child. You killed him."

She stared at him, a mouthful of blood poured out, and Lan Ling held on to his chest and held it tightly.

The voice of the poplar tree outside the door came in: "Your Majesty, the concubine Qing Concubine of Yongren Palace passed out, let the Emperor go over and take a look..."

He finally got up from her.

The cloak on his body was still on Lan Ling's body, and he walked out wearing only his underwear.

"What happened to Concubine Qing?" he asked Yang Shu.

"I heard Xiaohuan next to Concubine Qing said that Concubine Qing has been in a bad mood these days. I asked the imperial doctor to see it, but it didn't get better. I fainted just now, and the girls were frightened. Please visit the emperor."

Lan Ling heard the sound of his heavy footsteps getting farther and farther, and listened carefully, the sound of horses' hooves stepping off the snow.

His cloak was over her, and she could smell the faint scent of green sandalwood.

She lay there motionless, unable to move, and with each movement, more blood came from underneath her.

It's better to die like this, so as not to suffer the punishment of gouging out the heart tomorrow.

Two prison guards came in, Lan Ling glanced at it, this time, it was two old wives.

Frowning, they sweep the blood-splattered cell.

"Two mother-in-laws, can you get me a new prison uniform?" Lan Ling's voice was hoarse.

A mother-in-law went out with a sigh and brought in a new set of prison clothes later.

Lan Ling tore off his old clothes and took care of his lower body. The bed was almost soaked with blood. Ling Chen also tore her inner clothes, and put on the new prison clothes directly outside the apron. She was still shivering coldly, and she put Ling Chen's bright yellow cloak on her body.

I wrapped myself like this, leaned against the head of the bed, and passed the middle of the night.

Early the next morning, the jailer brought in a package.

Lan Ling opened, and inside was a whole new set of new clothes. A navy blue cape, a white fox hat, and a pale red dress embroidered with gold and silver filigree phoenix patterns.

Lan Ling smiled and asked, "Who sent this dress?"

The old woman said: "Eunuch Yang."

Lan Ling sighed and put down her clothes, "Luanniaochaofeng is what the queen should wear, how can I be a sinner!"

Lan Ling is still wearing the blue prison uniform.

Have my last breakfast. Lan Ling eats deliciously. Cumin lamb, roast lamb chops, chicken legs and wings are all her favorites.

After breakfast, Lan Ling asked for a basin of hot water and washed herself carefully.

Without a hairpin, Lan Ling tore a piece of satin from the new tuft of clothes and tied his hair.

"Take the prisoner!" Lan Ling heard a snort from outside.

The blood from the lower body has not stopped, and it keeps ticking out, Lan Ling smiled bitterly. She used the old prison clothes and tents to deal with her embarrassment, but she still couldn't stop the bleeding.

He reached out and took the new cyan cloak and draped it over his body so as not to be too embarrassed.

It's snowing.

Two rows of guards are holding a prisoner car, and there are thousands of people on both sides of the long street.