The door of the torture room was kicked open, and a person came to the torture rack with lightning speed, chopped off the whip in the man's hand, and slapped him to the wall not far away with another palm, the man who was called the seventh brother by Qimude, spit out a mouthful of blood when he fell, covered his stomach in pain, and just wanted to scold, when he looked up and saw the comer, he immediately struggled to get up and kneel on the ground.

When several people in the torture room saw the man in front of them, they fell to their knees in fright, shouting "Master" and "Your Highness" tremblingly.

Qi Mude saw that the person who came was the third prince, remembered his admonition to himself that day, and was terrified in his heart, trying to calm himself, and scolded the person who told the third prince countless times in his heart. Suddenly, my eyes rolled, and I thought about how to deal with what was in front of me.

Ji Qianning waited for a long time and didn't see the whip fall, raised his eyes, and a faint light hit the side face of the man in front of him, at this moment, he fell from the sky like an immortal. "Ling Chengzhi." She shouted tentatively.

Ling Chengzhi's face was gloomy, and he couldn't see any expression, he quickly untied her down and held her in his arms, looking at the shocking scars on her body, the anger in his heart was even worse, and he turned to scan the few people kneeling on the ground, and his eyes pierced into the hearts of each of them like sharp ice.

"Did this king say that you should not touch her?" He gritted his teeth and said every word, as if he could devour the few people in front of him in the next second.

"Yes, there is ......" Qi Mude trembled, the mezzanine of his neck was full of nervous sweat, "Master, can ......"

Before Qi Mude finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ling Chengzhi: "This king will settle accounts with you later." After finishing speaking, he was ready to pick up Ji Qianning by the waist.

"I can go." The refusal in her eyes made him stop what he was doing, and he had to help her slowly walk out of the torture room.

He Moche, who came in from behind, led people to escort Qi Mude and the others, and followed closely behind Ling Chengzhi and Ji Qianning.

Out of the cell, Ling Chengzhi helped Ji Qianning into the carriage that had been prepared, and he followed behind, wanting to hold her in his arms so that she would have less pain, but as soon as she got up, she leaned on the car with her arms, and closed her eyes after only saying thank you, not giving him any chance.

Ling Chengzhi's white clothes were stained with blood, he stared at her all the way, her face without a trace of blood and the whip marks all over his body made him feel distressed, his clothes were torn in some places, and he was in pain when he looked at it, but along the way, he didn't hear her cry out for pain, and he suddenly had a new understanding of her.

In a blink of an eye, thinking that she had participated in the case of burning grain and grass, a layer of frost immediately appeared in her eyes.

……

"Your Highness, the thieves who attacked the grain and grass warehouse at night have not been traced."

"Waste, a bunch of waste, keep looking, dig three feet into the ground, and find out for this king." After returning to the house, the guards hurriedly came to report the investigation situation, and Ling Chengzhi's face was extremely bad. Grain and grass is an important guarantee for whether an army can win, and now, the guarantee is gone, and the Chiyan army is eyeing outside the city, even if Kowloon City is impregnable, how long can it hold out? Thinking of this, Ling Chengzhi almost went crazy with anger.

"No." The guards hurriedly retreated.

Ling Chengzhi, who had always been proud, was also in a hurry, he paced back and forth in the house, and suddenly saw a few people kneeling not far away, and his anger was even worse, he picked up the marigold on the case and threw it at them, unloading all his anger on them.

The marigold hit Qi Mude on the head, and then, with a long bang, rolled on the ground, and a small hole was punched in poor Qi Mude's forehead, and blood flowed, and after a while his right eye was blurred.

The other people trembled and looked at each other, and none of them dared to step forward to stop the bleeding for Qimude.

Qi Mude didn't care about this, he put his head on the ground, his voice sounded, and his words were earnest: "Your Highness, the villain is a warrior of Daxin, please forgive the villain for not being able to let Miss Ji go without his eyes." ”

"Who told you to torture her?" Ling Chengzhi glared at him angrily.

"Your Highness, when Miss Ji arrives in Kowloon City, there must be an ulterior secret, she collaborates with thieves to destroy our army's food and grass, and the villain does all this for the sake of His Highness and Daxin."

"Even if she is in league with thieves, how can she be a weak woman who can escape under the eyelids of so many armor soldiers in my Daxin?" Regarding her participation in the burning of military rations, Ling Chengzhi still didn't want to believe it.

Qi Mude was excited for a while: "Your Highness, she is not an ordinary woman, you don't have to be deceived by her, she has fought with villains, and her skills are clearly above villains." The thought of a woman comparing himself to him filled his heart with shame.

Ling Chengzhi swept at Qi Mude with cold eyes, which made him incredulous: "Really? ”

Qi Mude once again clasped his head on the ground: "Your Highness, all the brothers present can testify." ”

Ling Chengzhi had mixed feelings in his heart for a while, Qi Mude was a deadpool raised by himself, even if he hated Ji Qianning again, it would be impossible for him to lie to himself. He suddenly felt that he had been deceived for a long time, this feeling made him extremely uncomfortable, Qi Mude was already a master, he still couldn't figure out why the powerless woman many years ago became like this? Who the hell is she?

At this moment, Mo Che returned from outside, and he respectfully reported to Ling Chengzhi: "Your Highness, what Qi Mude said is true. He turned to look at Qi Mude, his heart was crossed, and continued, "When the fire was on fire, Qi Mude arrived first, surrounded and killed the thieves, missing the best time to put out the fire. ”

"Master, you listen ......"

Ling Chengzhi raised his hand and didn't want to listen any more, and was just about to let Mo Che deal with them, when the medical officer hurried over to interrupt him.

The medical officer saluted respectfully, and then recounted Ji Qianning's injuries in detail.

……

Ling Chengzhi pondered the words of the medical officer over and over again on the road: "Although the girl's injuries are very serious to the naked eye, they are all extracutaneous injuries, and they do not hurt the muscles and bones, and they can recover in a few days of pranayama, and it is strange to say that she has suffered such a heavy punishment but has not hurt the vital point, it is strange......"

Those scars are obviously seen with their own eyes, they can't be just external wounds, who is she? Ling Chengzhi suddenly suspected her identity, and he was still puzzled in his heart, at this time, one of his feet stepped into the house, looked up, and unconsciously arrived at Ji Qianning's bedroom, he simply walked in.

As soon as Ji Qianning on the couch saw him, he struggled to get up, Ling Chengzhi took a few steps forward, saw her difficult movements, and didn't plan to help, just stared at her with an indifferent expression.

Ji Qianning noticed the abnormality, raised her eyes to meet his gaze, and was already ready in her heart.

The two were silent for a long time, Ling Chengzhi still couldn't find a flaw in her eyes, only saw the calmness of 'whatever you do', and her heart was full of frustration: "Who are you?" ”

Ji Qianning sneered: "Who do you think I am?" He asked him rhetorically.

He continued to stare into her eyes: "Tell this king, where are they?" ”

"Who?"

"Red Flame Thief."

"I don't know."

After a while, Ling Chengzhi couldn't ask a word in Ji Qianning's mouth, and after a long time, the voice sounded again: "Why are you lying to this king?" The long period of forbearance made his voice a little hoarse.

"When did I lie to you?" Ji Qianning's expression was as usual.

"Why do you want to hide your martial arts?"

"Did the third prince ever ask me?" Ji Qianning questioned him.

Ling Chengzhi was speechless for a while.

Seeing that he was silent, Ji Qianning continued: "Since you haven't, why lie to you." Looking up at him with cold eyes, "After all, it's still thanks to you." ”

Yes, four years ago, if she hadn't experienced those great joys and sorrows, the skills passed on to her by her master would still be sealed in her body.

"By me?" Ling Chengzhi was puzzled.

"That's it." Ji Qianning sighed, "Don't mention the past." ”

Ling Chengzhi had deeper doubts in his heart, Ji Qianning's words alluded to the old things from many years ago, and when he remembered the things of that year, he was always a little weak-hearted. "Why do you want to join up with thieves to burn the grain and grass in our army?" When he thought about it, he couldn't contain his anger.

Ji Qianning propped up her body, leaned up and said at the same time: "It's already burned, what else is the reason?" Her tone was extremely relaxed.

Ling Chengzhi waited for her answer, even if she made up a random reason to deceive him at this moment, he would forgive, this was what he owed her. But now, she doesn't even want to tell half a lie, how disgusted is she? For a moment, as if an ant was gnawing at his heart, he clenched his fists and asked through gritted teeth, "For Xuanqi?" He was afraid to hear her answer, but in the end he asked, even so, his heart always expected her denial.

"Yes." At this time, the two of them had already torn their faces, Ji Qianning no longer wanted to pretend to meet him, she knew what was waiting for her when she said this, but so what?

Obviously the answer that had been expected for a long time, why did his heart hurt so much? As soon as he thought of Xuan Qi, Ling Chengzhi lost his mind, he rushed forward and grabbed Ji Qianning's neck: "Believe it or not, this king killed you?" ”

"Faith." Ji Qianning looked into his eyes, without a trace of fear, and there was a touch of provocation on the corner of his mouth.

Her eyes suddenly angered Ling Chengzhi, he pinched her with all his might, as if he could hear the sound of bones touching, his eyes were bloodshot, his expression was hideous, like a man-eating beast: "What is this king inferior to him, this king is obedient to you, treats you with his heart, and is willing to give you all the good things in the world, but you trample on this king's sincerity at will, ah?" He shouted, "You say, what are you dissatisfied with this king?" ”

Ji Qianning was pinched and couldn't breathe, her face was flushed, the corners of her eyes were full of tears, she raised her arms, she didn't feel the slightest pain in the place where she was beaten, and tried to break his hand with all her strength.

A burst of pain came from his hand and Ling Chengzhi regained his senses, he immediately let go of the hand that was holding Ji Qianning and took two steps back, and several places on his hand were scratched by her.

Ji Qianning collapsed on the couch with her hands and coughed violently.

Ling Chengzhi regretted for a while: "Xiao Ning, I'm sorry, this king didn't mean to." His words were full of guilt.

Ji Qianning gasped and looked up at Ling Chengzhi, his eyes hated him.

Ling Chengzhi was flustered for a moment, leaning forward to hold her hand, but she ruthlessly dodged it.

"Xiao Ning, this king's words were too radical, and he hurt you carelessly, please accept this king's apology, you can rest assured, this king will not pursue anything again, you just need to take care of your injuries." Ling Chengzhi was scared, he was afraid of losing Ji Qianning again.

Ji Qianning was silent and did not speak.

Ling Chengzhi was a little embarrassed for a while.

"Your Highness." At this moment, the sound of the car sounded outside the house.

"What?" He looked at the figure outside the room.

"What should I do with Qimude?"

Ling Chengzhi just wanted to speak out, but suddenly thought of something, turned around and asked Ji Qianning: "Xiao Ning, what do you want to do with them?" He seemed to feel that this was the only way to ease her attitude towards him.

Hearing Qi Mude's name, Ji Qianning remembered the scars on her body, and her words were cold: "I have to make him repay everything I have suffered." "She needs no more mercy on those who are vicious.

"Okay." Ling Chengzhi's face was as usual, but she was a little excited in her heart, she finally stopped ignoring herself.

Ji Qianning was surprised that he could agree, was that Deadpool who was loyal to him? With a sneer in his heart, he let Ling Chengzhi help him out, and watched him send someone to whip Qi Mude's bare back with a leather whip as thick as two fingers. As soon as the whip went down, there was a striking blood mark, and after a while, Qi Mude, a big man, was beaten to his death.

Ji Qianning couldn't bear to look at it anymore, what should have been paid back had already been returned, she hurriedly asked Ling Chengzhi to order it to stop, after all, it was a living life, and she couldn't stand by coldly.

Qimude saved his life, but a few days later, he died in his own house, and it was rumored that he died of illness before his injuries were healed; It is even said that he was secretly murdered to death.

No one knows why.

On that day, along with several other people in the torture room who had tortured Ji Qianning, they also died.