Looking at Qionglai's heartbroken expression as if he was dripping blood, he suddenly became crazy, "You have destroyed my most important thing, and I want you to die in pain." ”

Is he still capable of resisting? Obviously not, how can he make them miserable?

Everyone disdained his words.

"Someone, drag him out and behead him!" Duan Zhi obviously didn't want to waste time with a sinner, and he didn't want to listen to what nonsense he said.

The two guards had already twisted his arms behind his back to restrain him, his tall body was half a cut shorter, but he raised his head stubbornly and laughed at Duan Xuanlie, "Do you know that your mother concubine Weishenme will die under the Gu?" ”

Duan Zhi was shocked, and what swept over him was indignation, such as the concubine's death for no reason, it turned out to be his Gu, "Someone!" Immediately split this person's five horses! ”

Duan Xuanlie, who was originally calm, was like a boulder hitting the sea level, the huge waves set off an undercurrent, pulling his collar at great speed, his face was angry, the upper and lower teeth were tightly inlaid with hatred, like a tiger and a leopard's wanton eyes, "You did it!" ”

Duan Xuanlie had already taken the first step to get close to Qionglai, Duan Zhi stretched out his hand and signaled the guards not to come forward, Concubine Ru's status in Duan Xuanlie was incomparable, even this father did not give him as much as Concubine Ru, he knew that he had to solve it personally, so that the knot of many years could be untied and released.

Qionglai looked up at his anger with his head pulled up, his body was also paralyzed, and he laughed shamelessly sadly, "You don't know until late now, do you know how ridiculous her painful expression was at that time?" She came to beg me, haha! She came to beg me, haha! ”

The enraged nerves were transmitted to the fist with all his might, and the whirlwind swept in like lightning, and the corners of Qionglai's mouth were spread out on the ground with black blood and white teeth, but he still showed a completely painless expression, as if he was swearing victory.

Still unrelieved of his hatred like this, Duan Xuanlie directly praised him and hit him violently, as if he was going to beat him into a meat patty to feel at ease.

For the first time, Yi Qiyu saw him put down his body like this, so jealous and hateful, his eyes calmly watched the big hand swing his fist, watching him grit his teeth with all his might, maybe this way he could wake up in sadness.

Qionglai, whose lips were swollen and her face was already scarred, still smiled contemptuously, leaving Zuihou to squeeze out in one breath, "Duan Zhi, your woman's taste is really good!" Very tempting! It's very sassy! ”

Biting his tongue sharply, his head fell heavily to the ground, and he stared ahead and never blinked.

Duan Zhi was annoyed, as the king of a country, his concubine was told like this, it was absolutely unforgivable. But at such a time, he must not behave, because he is the king of a country, and he is not worthy of a woman, and sooner or later he will find out that this woman must be beaten to death with a stick and parade through the streets.

Duan Xuan's sweat was raining, even if he died, he still refused to let him go, the big fist was still waving, but there was no pleasure at all.

After that, the old man told her that if he refused to learn Gu, he blamed himself for killing his mother, and swore that he would never touch Gu for the rest of his life.

When he returned to the palace, he was still staring blankly and had not returned to his original domineering anger, and it was estimated that this incident had hit him too hard.

She has also experienced this kind of thing, her parents don't mention it, as long as they let go, it's really hard to let go.

It's been a few days, he still doesn't eat or say anything like this, the previous Ning Lie is gone, and there is a stubble on his face, no matter who comes to persuade him, he is like a dead man.

This is the real him! The previous coldness was all about camouflaging one's own sadness.

She didn't want to ask, this kind of thing still needs to be thought about to understand, and she can't force it.