"Whoa!"

A basin of cold dirty water was splashed on Zhu Cijiong's body, and in the cold winter and moonlight, the biting cold, he hit a stirring spirit and woke up.

Pain!

There is no place in the whole body that does not hurt, as if the body has been hollowed out.

Zhu Cijiong opened his eyes, and his face suddenly changed greatly.

I'm a man!

These animals are too good at playing, right?

Isn't the master just getting married!

You guys play with me like this? Marriage troubles don't come with this!

……

I saw that he was tied to a wooden stake, in front of him was a crowd of onlookers, and behind him was a row of VIP players wearing zombie prop costumes.

A guy with a pointed monkey gills on his side and a matchmaker mole at the corner of his mouth, in winter, he is not afraid of the cold, and he is only wearing a dirty vest.

Behind the matchmaker man, followed by a young man with a meaty face, and in the tray he was holding, there were eighteen knives of various colors.

Zhu Cijiong opened his mouth and was about to scold - buddy, you have passed!

Who's getting married like this?

The next moment, his eyes widened.

I'm a!

I don't play anymore, I want to go home, I just went on a blind date, spent 280,000 dowry, and married a tall, outstanding, gentle and virtuous woman......

The wives who got married in flash haven't slept on a kang yet!

A huge memory filled Zhu Cijiong's mind, making him almost faint......

His face suddenly turned to ashes.

Thief God, are you too good at playing?

You're just playing with me like that?

Kangxi five years...... Third Prince Zhu ...... Zhu Cijiong...... Yongli ...... Bowstring......

Zhu Cijiong, or Zhu Cijiong, was so frightened that his mouth was full of bitter bile.

I'm a mother, crossing the gods, are you playing with me?

Is you going to be scraped alive at the beginning?

Three thousand six hundred dollars?

Is this Hell difficulty?

It's a damn thing to give away people's heads, okay!

He turned his head to look and saw that the people in the audience were full of grief, and even the look of grief on his face was beyond words.

Only after losing it did they know that they cherished, and the Qing Dynasty deceived them into keeping everything as it was, so they became the obedient people of the Qing Dynasty, who knew that the Qing Dynasty turned its head to shave their hair and make it easy to obey, that is, they managed to slaughter all the high-ranking families, which was to stake the land......

As for the three salaries that they resented Zhu Ming, they also took it down......

The people's hearts are available! Zhu Cijiong nodded secretly.

The next moment, he can't wait to give himself a mouthful!

Forehead drop a mother! When are you still distracted?

This is going to be scraped alive!

Zhu Cijiong felt that his stomach pouch was contracting again, and the bile seemed to start to flow backwards again.

"Bang!"

Wearing a coral crown on his head, Ao Bai with an angry face smashed his fist on the desk.

The long thick pine table, creaking and creaking, was almost smashed with a punch:

"Shameless thief!"

His face was full of anger: "This thief calls himself Zhu San, for the fourth son of Chongzhen." The saint is a sage, the fourth son of Zha Chongzhen, who died in the fourteenth year of Chongzhen. ”

"Bold thief, dare to claim to be the royal family of the former dynasty, should be killed! Damn it! ”

Ao Bai's eyes were full of panic, but his face was full of anger, and his voice couldn't help but raise an octave: "You thief, you are trying in vain to defile the bloodline of Huaizong!" ”

"Qin Tianshou, Dao Minyi, Dun Jianhong, Wen Xiang, Wu Tiren, Zhi Xiaozhuang, the son of the Emperor, how can you pretend to be!"

Zhu Cijiong's mouth was gagged with rags, he really wanted to say that he was really not the third prince, and you also thought that I was not the third prince Zhu......

Since everyone is mistaken, then let me go!

However, all that came out was a "woo-woo" sound.

Crossing God, please don't play with me!

Zhu Cijiong has already tried, there is no exchange system, and he can't recruit aircraft carrier artillery, so he has a Jedi reversal.

There is no spatial ability, and he can't get out quickly, leaving a group of Tartars in shock.

He is just an ordinary time-traveler with a belly of starting point novels, and he has not yet had the ability to forget.

However, in the eyes of the onlookers in the audience, Zhu Cijiong had an angry face, even though he was gagged, he was still shouting and scolding Tartar......

It is worthy of the children of the Ming Dynasty who do not pay tribute if I do not pay tribute, the Son of Heaven guards the country, and the king dies!

Someone is already in tears......

When Ao Bai saw the reaction of the common people, he became more and more angry.

Kill!

Must be killed immediately!

It is necessary to use brutal suppression to let them know that Uncle Qiren is not easy to mess with!

They were afraid to kill, they were so scared that they knelt on the ground, they didn't dare to resist, and they didn't dare to look directly at Uncle Qiren!

"Long live the edict of the lord, this thief pretended to be Prince Zhu Ming, the crime is extremely heinous, and Ling Chi will be executed!"

With a grin, he picked up a lottery and threw it on the ground.

What about the real Zhu Cijiong? I said you are fake, you are fake!

"Woooooo

Zhu Cijiong struggled, and the wet hemp rope was strangled into his muscles and cut his skin, but Zhu Cijiong didn't care.

Life scrapes......

The Qing court wanted to cover the crime of "pretending to be the third prince of Zhu", and sentenced the original owner, the real third prince of Zhu, Ling Chi, for this behavior of being a bitch and setting up an archway, Zhu Cijiong had no time to complain.

The sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked executioner, carrying a jug of wine, walked up.

"Woooooo

Zhu Cijiong's anxious big eyes were about to pop out, and bloodshot threads appeared in his eyes.

He struggled in vain, and his gagged mouth could only whine through his nose.

But when he saw the executioner, he first took a large sip of the spirits, and then took out a folded fine fishing net from the tray held by the apprentice with trembling hands.

I'm a man!

It's really a big Ling Chi with 3,600 knives!

Zhu Cijiong was frightened, and only felt that his gallbladder seemed to be broken.

The executioner took another sip of wine, and he didn't know if it was alcohol that anesthetized his conscience, but his hand didn't shake.

"Woooooo Zhu Cijiong writhed his body......

Ignoring Zhu Cijiong's struggles, the executioner forced the fishing net around him—wearing only a short piece of short-nosed pants.

Then I don't know how that guy made it, but as soon as he pulled and pumped, the fishing net suddenly tightened, and Zhu Cijiong's flesh was exposed from the fishing net little by little.

It's like a shelled corn cob......

"Woooooo

Zhu Cijiong is already greeting his eighteenth generation ancestor.

Nima, I don't know how many people have been tied up in this broken fishing net, there is blood stains on it, and even, Zhu Cijiong seems to feel that there are countless germs, and they are crawling towards him along the fishing net.

Your uncle, can't you wash it clean?

Zhu Cijiong didn't know if his head was funny, and at the moment of life and death, his thinking was so fluttering.