In one of the inner chambers of King Jing's mansion, a man was tied to a wooden stake.

The inner chamber was filled with all kinds of torture tools, many of which were stained with coagulated brown blood, which was thrilling to look at.

"Smack!"

"Hmm~~"

A whip slammed into the man's chest, and another crack was accompanied by a muffled grunt of pain.

Dressed in rags, with a white and bloodless face, the whip-wielding man shook his hand, thinking that he had been smoking for a long time and his hand was soft.

The pungent smell of blood filled the inner room, and the whiplash wounds on the man's body made people look shocking.

The green hair was wet with cold sweat, and it was stained with a lot of blood, which looked dirty.

Directly opposite the man, in addition to the man with the short whip in his hand, there was a man.

His deep eyes flashed with coldness and slaughter, and his bony fingers turned the ring on his little finger, looking lazy and indifferent.

The man with the short whip in his hand faced Murong Jing and was extremely respectful: "Lord Wang, this kid has a very hard mouth. ”

"It doesn't matter! Give him these torture instruments one by one. ”

"My subordinates understand!"

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Murong Jing walked out of the inner room leisurely, his depressed mood was much better, and he walked indifferently in the direction where the flower sacrifice was located.

"What's wrong? Keep reading! Hua Sai looked at the wine green who had paused for a while, opened his eyes leisurely, and urged.

"Wang ...... Princess? This, this, this... Not good! ”

Jiu Qing looked at the lines in the picture book and stammered in reply. This is really embarrassing for him, if the prince knows, then it would be strange if he didn't skin him!

"What's so bad? I'm halfway through it, and you're telling me it's bad now? ”

Jiu Qing buried his eyes in the painting book, and it was not easy to look up at all: "This ...... Sentence, not very good..."

Hua Sai raised his cold eyelids and looked at Jiu Qing with an aggressive gaze: "Your prince asked you to send it, why don't you dare to read it?" Do you look down on me or Murong Jing?! ”

"Spring is in full bloom, you are like ...... Sunny in general... Bright, I think... Pack everything I have for you and tell you...... I, I, I... I like it...... You! Imagine kissing every day......"

Jiu Qing looked like he was at home, stammered and finished reading, and buried his head lower.

Is there anything wrong with the "this ......" line?

"Bang!"

Before the words of the flower sacrifice could be spoken, the door was vigorously pushed open by Murong Jing. Murong Jing looked at the people in the room angrily.

What caught my eye was the ground, the discarded clothes, the flower festival swaying barefoot, and the sound of the rattling chains was crisp.

Long hair dragged down the bench, and a smile like a spring breeze rose on her coquettish face.

Disheveled, the left shoulder, which is as round as jade, is completely exposed, and the delicate collarbone and white and flawless neck are in full view.

If you don't know what kind of person you were at the time of the flower festival, you might wonder what happened here. Yao knew that Murong Jing was still angry.

Seeing Murong Jing come in, Jiu Qing immediately knelt down with a thud, clasped his hands, and prostrate on the ground. Even the breathing became cautious.

"Get out!" Murong Jing shook his sleeves and was furious.

After Jiu Qing left with a crawl, Murong Jing looked at the flower sacrifice and closed the door.

Murong Jing sighed helplessly, he loved and hated the flower sacrifice.

A handful of generals dragged the wrist of the flower sacrifice, appearing to be in strong control, taking away a bit of recklessness.

"Rou'er? You're mine! You are not allowed to dress like this in front of other men in the future! ”。

"The prince is in charge of the heavens and the earth, and he is also in charge of other people's clothes?!"