Chapter 1199

"If I don't make Chen Yueyan the queen." Ji Xiao suddenly stepped forward, reached out and picked up Ji Rao's wisp of ink hair hanging in front of him. The ink hair was rubbing slowly in his hand and heart. It was a bit ambiguous.

Without waiting for Ji Rao to say anything, Ji Xiao leaned over and said in Ji Rao's ear, "I can set you up."

Ji Rao was stunned.

He didn't digest what Ji Xiao had just said for a moment.

Ji Xiao's hand clasped Ji Rao's chin and turned his face to face him. "I can make you back."

He looked at Ji Rao's astonished eyes and felt very lovely.

Ji Rao's astonishment in his eyes quickly turned into disgust. He gave Ji Xiao a big push, but he didn't have much strength himself. Pushing on Ji Xiao was like a cat tickling, and it didn't work at all.

But it didn't affect Ji Rao's attitude. He looked at Ji Xiao with a smile. "You're crazy. I'm your own brother."

"What about my own brother? I'll be the emperor at that time. I'll do whatever I want."

Ji Rao said in a deep voice, "you are the emperor, but it depends on whether the people in the world recognize you as the emperor. You go out to inquire. Most people only know the name of the third prince Ji Rong, but they don't know his Royal Highness's taboo. If you are different from the people, you are far from the third brother."

You are far from brother Sanhuang.

Ji Rao didn't know which words he said provoked Ji Xiao. Ji Xiao's face suddenly became gloomy, like a storm.

He was very angry and laughed, pinching Ji Rao's jaw, "good, good."

Ji Xiao nodded, "up to now, you dare to defend Ji Rong. I don't think you know your current situation?"

Ji Rao didn't speak. Ji Xiao seemed to be crazy. Ji Rao didn't dare to speak.

"Never mind. I'll let you know who you are now."

Ji Xiao let people loose, he stood up, back two steps, cold voice way, "come on."

Someone respectfully came in and saluted, "prince, please order."

"Bring me my stamp." He looked sideways at the prison. "You know which one."

"I understand."

Ji Rao looks at Ji Xiao, who is two steps away from him. His heart is slow but beating violently.

He didn't know what Ji Xiao was going to do, but his intuition didn't work. He was like a prey waiting for the fall in the corner. He wanted to escape, but he had no way to ask for help. He had to wait for his own ending.

After a while, a charcoal basin was brought in with a pair of pliers on it.

Ji Rao was stunned for a moment.

This thing in his impression, is to stick on people's skin.

It's, it's too painful.

Ji Rao was in a cold sweat just thinking about it.

Then the prison moved a seat, which can completely bind people to it.

Ji Rao finally showed some frightened eyes.

No.

He suddenly stood up and wanted to run out of the dangerous place, but he was dragged back before he got to the door.

He heard Ji Xiao's command in a low voice, "tie him up."

"Yes."

The two jails caught him, pressed him on the seat, tied his hands, legs and body, but Ji Rao struggled twice, but it didn't help.

He watched Ji Xiao tilt his head, and then slowly picked up the red iron tongs roasted by the fire. He saw Ji Xiao smile to himself, "this is my iron tongs. It's only for you. It's my brand on you. You can't get rid of it all your life."