Daqin.

The well-trained officers and men of the three armies stood majestically on the training ground, and the high raised flags made a rustling sound in the wind, and the arrogant momentum was enough to show the prosperity of Daqin.

And all these soldiers are under the command of one man--

Murong Canghai, the king of the North Courtyard.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

The soldiers raised their spears in their hands and shouted loudly, and the murderous aura that rushed to the sky spread in the air.

In the center of the training ground, on top of the raging flames, there was an iron plate, and the iron plate was hot, and when a piece of fat was thrown on it, it made a loud sound, and a wisp of green smoke rose from the fat meat.

I saw that on the high platform, a man in green clothes was barefoot, forced to kneel on one knee, his long hair was messy and scattered behind his head, and his cheeks were inadvertently brushed with boredom, his handsome face was covered with stubble and whip marks, and his cold eyes were bloodshot.

At this moment, he gritted his teeth, his face was full of humiliated expressions, he hated, hated that arrogant and ruthless man, but he didn't kill him, but he wanted to insult him like this.

Murong Canghai stood high on the black horse, his cold and arrogant face was like a thousand years of ice, exuding a chilling coldness.

Xuanyuan Qiche turned around, looked at him, and said, "Murong Canghai, you might as well kill me!" ”

The corners of Murong Canghai's cold lips rose slightly, and there was a gloomy look on his face, and he said, "The sixth prince is such a talent, how can this king be willing to let you die easily." ”

"You ......" Xuanyuan Qiche's cheeks flushed, and he looked resentful, but just as he was about to stand up, he was held down by the soldiers who held him down.

"Lord Wang, everything is ready!" A soldier stepped forward, knelt on one knee, clasped his hands into fists, and said.

Murong Canghai raised his hand, but the expression on his face was always indifferent.

"Get up!" The two sturdy soldiers who were escorting Xuanyuan Qiche immediately pulled him up and walked towards the training ground.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! The soldiers were boiling again, and all of them were seriously excited.

"Go down!" With a strong push from the escorted soldiers, Xuanyuan Qiche was pushed onto the iron plate that was burning with flames underneath.

"Ah......h

So, under the gaze of the soldiers of the three armies, Xuanyuan Qiche, the dignified sixth prince, jumped up on the iron plate like a clown, and was extremely embarrassed.

"Hahahaha......" The crowd laughed loudly, and the mockery was about to drown him out.

Xuanyuan Qi hated it very much!

These days, he has been tormented by different tricks every day.

Yesterday, he was forced to draw his eyebrows, wear a woman's skirt, and disguise himself as a military prostitute to go down to the army to please the soldiers, among which there were drunk soldiers who really regarded him as a woman, and put their hands on him, making him ashamed and angry, and Murong Canghai sat on the high platform, drinking and watching coldly.

The day before yesterday, I don't know where to find a few people with broken sleeves, he was stripped of his clothes, revealing a sturdy body with whip marks, coveted by these faces that are neither men nor women!

……

In short, every form of torture is playing with his dignity as much as possible.

He Xuanyuan Qiche, he has always been arrogant, he thinks that he can be compared with Prince Zhou, and he is the most qualified person to inherit the throne, when did he suffer such humiliation!