Peng Mo got out of the carriage and looked up at the plaque hanging high outside the 'door' of the prison, and his eyes instantly looked like ice.

In the previous life, three hundred and forty-two people from the General's Mansion were detained here, and they were beheaded after being tortured in every possible way!

Nightmarish memories rushed out of her mind, and she shivered, and the hatred that ate her bones was irrepressible from every 'hairy' hole.

Jin Xiuchen noticed the coldness and murderous intent emanating from Peng Mo's body, frowned slightly, stepped forward to grab her hand, but was startled by the cold touch, and asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

His mellow voice was like a heavenly sound, recalling her who was immersed in bloody thoughts, lowering his eyes for a moment, and only raised his head when he regained his calm, looking at the tension in his eyes and the strength of his palms, her somewhat pale lips pulled out a smile, shook her head and said, "I'm fine, just a little cold..." ”

Jin Xiuchen's frowning brows did not loosen, he looked at her deeply, and after touching the dodge in her eyes, he lowered his eyes and said lightly: "Autumn is cool." He tightened her cloak as he spoke.

Peng Mo watched his movements silently and couldn't say anything.

She knew that the strangeness just now was too obvious, and he must be suspicious, but he didn't ask, because he knew that she wouldn't say.

The heavy prison 'door' opened, and there was a sour and rotten 'damp' smell on her face, Peng Mo frowned, she was not unfamiliar with this smell, she had smelled too much in her previous life.

Jin Xiuchen took her hand and walked in through the faint light emitted by the oil lamp.

A man who looked like a jailer stepped forward and arched his hand: "My subordinates see the prince." "Gesture respectfully.

Jin Xiuchen looked at him and said lightly: "Get up." ”

The jailer straightened up, lowered his eyes and said, "Time is tight, please come down with your subordinates." With that, he turned and walked inside.

Jin Xiuchen tightened Peng Mo's hand tightly and said in a low voice: "There is some filth in it, you should be mentally prepared." ”

The prisoners in this prison are all condemned prisoners, and torture is indispensable, although it does not lead to rivers of blood, but it is also the skin and flesh.

Peng Mo knew what Jin Xiuchen meant, and nodded, she had waited for a long time at this moment, how could she be afraid?

Walking further inside, I came to a place that looked like a lobby, a cross wooden frame, on which the blood stains had dried up a thick layer, insects and ants crawled, and the two walls behind the cross were full of torture instruments, all of which were full of blood without exception.

She could imagine what her family would have been like when they were tortured in her previous life, holding back the tears in her eyes, suppressing her heartache, and keeping up with the jailer's footsteps.

Qi Xin swallowed his saliva, as a secret guard, he had performed many tasks, but looking at these torture instruments could not help but feel a little chilly.

The people he kills are often fatal with one hit, unlike these, you can't survive or die!

The cell was very large, and the more you walked inward, the fewer oil lamps there were, and the thick mud beneath your feet made the smell of rancid smell even stronger.

Jin Xiuchen looked at the death row inmates in the cells on both sides, and some unfamiliar fragments flashed in his mind, which disappeared in an instant, he couldn't catch it, and when he thought about it, his head hurt violently.

Peng Mo noticed the stiffness of Jin Xiuchen's fingers, looked sideways, and saw him frowning, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

The jailer also stopped when he heard the voice, turned back to the two of them, and said, "Is the master unwell?"

Because he avoided the people in the prison on both sides, the jailer spoke a lot more obscurely.

Jin Xiuchen shook his head, the headache was still not relieved, seeing that Peng Mo was nervous, he smiled lightly: "It's okay, it's just that my head hurts a little." ”

When the jailer heard this, he said: "The air here is 'muddy', and the master may feel bored when he first steps here?"

Peng Mo saw that his face turned white, and said distressedly: "You wait for me outside, I'll just go in by myself." ”

"How can that be done?" Jin Xiuchen disagreed, there were all kinds of prisoners here, how could he rest assured?

The jailer saw that Jin Xiuchen was nervous about the attitude of this 'girl', and quietly took a closer look, but her appearance was hidden by the hood, and the oil lamp was dim, so he couldn't see clearly.

"Why not? If you don't feel at ease, let Qi Xin accompany me in. Peng Mo pointed to Qi Xin, who was following behind him.

When Qi Xin heard this, he stepped forward and said, "Don't worry, the subordinates will not leave an inch." ”

Jin Xiuchen really had a headache, and his steps were a little unsteady, so Peng Mo couldn't help but be worried, so he could only forcibly hold back, nodded in agreement, and watched the three of them go in, and he stumbled out.

Peng Mo followed the jailer to the deepest part of the cell, outside a solitary cell.

There was an oil lamp lit above the prison door, and the bright light of the bean was not enough to illuminate it, and the surroundings were 'chaotic' and 'gloomy'.

It's just that this environment is still much better than her in her previous life, in which she didn't even have an oil lamp, and spent a heart-wrenching life in a dark prison.

The jailer turned around and bowed his head and said, "This is the cell where the Zhao family is held, the girl has two quarters of an hour, and her subordinates will retire first." ”

Peng Mo nodded and said, "It's hard." ”

The jailer hurriedly said that he did not dare, greeted Qi Xin and withdrew.

Peng Mo looked sideways at Qi Xin, who immediately lowered his head and took a few steps back.

She took off her hood, 'touched' the fire fold in her sleeve, lit it and leaned into the cell, saw a black shadow shrinking in the corner of the wall, her red 'lips' slightly hooked, and called softly: "Cousin, are you sleeping?"

In a moment, the sound of Suo Suo sounded in the darkness, and a barefoot, bloodstained, and unkempt 'woman' came over.

Zhao Qingshui saw the 'girl' outside the prison 'door' clearly by the light, his eyes widened, and he instantly pounced on the prison 'door', grabbed her sleeve, and said 'excitedly': "Peng Mo, are you here to save me?

Peng Mo pulled back her sleeve hard, looking at the stains printed on her sleeve, she frowned slightly, and said slowly and softly: "How does my cousin want me to save you?"

After Zhao Qingshui saw Peng Mo, her heart was 'excited' beyond measure, and she didn't notice the coldness she exuded all over her body, and she seemed to have forgotten the unpleasantness of the past.

At this moment, Peng Mo is only regarded as the last straw.

His eyes were full of hope, and he thought for a moment and said, "You go and ask the emperor... No, no, you let your aunt and two cousins go to the emperor, and say that I don't know anything, I was wronged, I really..."

"When Concubine Xiang Niangniang and Marquis Zhao joined forces with King Jin to calculate the General's Mansion, did you think that there would be a request for me today?" Peng Mo lightly interrupted Zhao Qingshui's words.

The light of the fire fold burned between the two, reflecting the expressions on their faces, one tranquil and one surprised.

"Concubine Xiang is surprised?" Peng Mo looked at her and smiled lightly, and said, "Do you think I shouldn't know about this matter, or do you think I shouldn't talk about this matter at this time?"

This title was the glory of her and the Marquis of Zhongyong some time ago, but now, it is endless irony.

She's just a royal concubine who has been sentenced to death!

Zhao Qingshui looked at Peng Mo in a daze, his lips moved, and he pulled out a smile with difficulty, and said: "What is my cousin talking about? I don't understand, the two of us grew up together since childhood, and we are the closest family. ”

Peng Mo admires Zhao Qingshui's calmness, and he can still play the family card at this time, if it is Peng's or Peng Mo in his previous life who comes today, Zhao Qingshui's request will definitely come true, but this time is different from the past.

"Zhao Shuchang secretly assisted the King of Jin, and by the way, he pulled in my marriage with the King of Jin, and helped the King of Jin to win the throne through the power of the General's Mansion.

Zhao Qingshui looked at Peng Mo with wide eyes, that look seemed to be looking at a terrifying thing, how could she know this? This is the secret of their Zhongyong Marquis Mansion and the Jin Prince's Mansion, how could she know?

Peng Mo looked at Zhao Qingshui's face with interest, lowered his eyes and smiled: "Let me guess what my cousin is thinking, okay?"

Without waiting for her to answer, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Cousin is wondering how I knew about this?"

Zhao Qingshui looked at her in horror and was silent!

Because she's right!

Peng Mo raised the fire fold in her hand a little higher, the expression on her face became clearer, her dark eyes seemed to be like a deep pool, cold and deep, at this moment, these eyes stared at Zhao Qingshui for a moment, her tone was low, and the words were clear.

"Because I am a blood-devouring Shura from hell, living for revenge!"

Zhao Qingshui watched a weird smile bloom on Peng Mo's face, she instantly felt like she had fallen into an ice cave, her back was cold, she opened her mouth wide but couldn't speak, her eyes were full of fear.

"Cousin is scared?" Peng Mo looked at Zhao Qingshui and smiled softly, showing calmness.

"Who the hell are you, you are not Peng Mo!" Zhao Qingshui took a step back, separated himself from Peng Mo, and pointed at her and asked loudly.

The irritable voice made Peng Mo frown, but his voice was still calm: "I'm not Peng Mo, Peng Mo has already been killed by you, and now I'm the devil, understand?"

Zhao Qingshui ignored her crazy words and scolded angrily: "You... You... I don't believe your words, you don't scare me. ”

"Scare?" Peng Mo smiled, to be honest, no one believed me?" "Whether you believe my words or think I'm pretending, none of this matters, I'm here today to tell you something." ”

"What's the matter?" Zhao Qingshui swallowed his saliva and forced his eyes to meet her.

Peng Mo retracted his gaze, looked around, and asked with a smile: "The news here is blocked, presumably Niangniang doesn't know the scene outside, right?"

Zhao Qingshui's heart jumped, and he suddenly had a very bad premonition, and asked nervously, "What's going on outside?"

Peng Mo looked at the people in the prison and said in a sympathetic tone: "The Marquis of Zhongyong united with Concubine Xiang Niangniang to fake pregnancy and deceived the king, sentenced to beheading, and was executed in a month. ”

"Father, father, he doesn't know anything, the emperor can't do this!" Zhao Qingshui screamed.

Peng Mo's smile became deeper and deeper, but his heart became colder and colder.

Ignoring Zhao Qingshui's screams, he continued: "Zhao Shizi 'flowered' the building and was sentenced to exile. ”

"Mrs. Hou is living a hard life now, and her life is like a beggar. ”

"And Zhao Qingying... Maybe in a few days, she will become a concubine in the high-ranking official's mansion, serving people with 'lust', 'lust' and declining, and desolate for the rest of her life. ”

Zhao Qingshui listened to Peng Mo's words, and the strength in her body was instantly 'drained', she also had the luxury of expecting her family to save her, and now... He muttered: "Impossible, impossible, this impossible, you are lying to me, lying to me.... ”

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