The slave who had been captured for questioning was dead.

Feng Qingfang wanted to determine those families, so he could only re-arrest someone to ask.

After the entourage figured it out, the list was submitted.

Feng looked at the list above, the corners of his mouth hooked, and the wanton between his eyebrows was a little dangerous.

The letter handed to Emperor Feng had been sent to the imperial capital as soon as possible.

Then until the results come down, these people just need to promise not to die, and that's fine.

"What is Her Highness going to do with those people?"

The entourage of the questioning was the leader of Feng Qingyan's entourage, they were all from the Imperial Forest Army, and their martial arts were extraordinary.

It was all arranged by Emperor Feng to protect her, and since she came, their mansion has been like an iron wall.

Those spies sent to her by other princesses were all sent away by her, and they only put back some news that Feng Qing wanted to let the other party know from time to time.

"Huh...... How to deal with it? Loneliness has always been fair, and naturally it is necessary to treat others in the way of others, and to govern others......"

Feng Qing raised his eyebrows wildly, and his eyebrows were full of arrogance.

The entourage also heard it, and there was no joke in her words.

"I don't know what your Royal Highness commands?"

They didn't know Feng Qing's plans, and they didn't know what they should do, they didn't have to worry about this, they just had to do whatever they needed.

All the Aether Lady is the first to look forward.

"Wait until the middle of the night, stun these people with incense, feed them under house arrest, take them out, and tie them up by the river......"

Feng said lightly, his face was expressionless, and the attendant could still see the pleasure in Feng Qingmad's eyes when he looked up slightly.

It's like hurting someone and killing her, it's a common thing.

The entourage was shocked in his heart, but he respected Feng lightly even more.

During the daytime, Feng Qingfang didn't go out, but hid in the room to make up for sleep.

In the evening, she was going to see a good show.

The night is dark and the wind is high, and the day is murderous and arsonous.

She has wanted to watch this play for a long time, and after leaving Dijing, the tyrannical factor in her heart no longer needs to be suppressed.

A bunch of wicked people are enough for her to vent.

When Feng Qingfang arrived at the river, the city lord of Yicheng and the twenty or so merchants on the list had already been tied together.

In the river, several small boats dragged ropes like the middle of the river.

The river is getting deeper and deeper, and they are all in control.

Pull them up when they were almost suffocating.

The muscles were so weak that they couldn't even make a sound.

There was no talk around, only the sound of the river and the wind.

They were covered with sacks over their heads, and they couldn't see anything.

I can only feel the despair of being submerged in the water, but I can't get rid of it.

They didn't know each other existed, because they couldn't speak, and they didn't know who was around them.

This kind of despair has reached the peak with them being flooded again and again, but they can't die.

Feng Qingfang put it bluntly, she did it on purpose.

It's a bit of a stretch, but it's the first day......

There's a lot more fun to come.

From the hour until dawn.

They continued to experience the feeling of being drowned, and knowing that Feng Qingfang gestured to them, they lit the incense again.

When they were silent, they returned to the shore.

Feng Qingfang threatened several slaves of the City Lord's Mansion, changed their clothes for each of them, and restored them to their original positions, and then let them all be sent back.

These slaves have all seen the power of Feng Qing's madness, and they can't resist it.

Locked up by Feng's crazy people, they watched tightly, and there was no possibility of escaping at all, and they also gave up struggling.

Feng Qingfang spent manpower to make them empathize, and she also had her own plans, and this was only the first step.

She wants them to crumble in their fears, so that they can't survive and die.

The next morning, Feng Qingfang only rested for a while and got up.

She has internal strength in her body, and not sleeping in the middle of the night has little effect on her.

After breakfast, she went to the city lord's mansion to find the city lord, saying that there was something important to discuss.

But he learned that the city lord was bedridden and contracted the cold.

She sighed regretfully: "In that case, I'll go and visit the city lord's good ......."

The moment she lowered her eyes, there was no regret in her eyes, and some were just a little playful.

She followed her to the lord's room, and the doctor had not yet left.

Before she could enter the inner room, she heard the weak and flustered voice of the city lord outside.

"Doctor...... I had terrible dreams, very real, dreams really don't kill? ”

She woke up in bed with her clothes not wet.

It seemed that the feeling of drowning at night was like her dream, but that feeling really scared her.

She asked these questions out of sheer fear in her own heart.

The doctor can only see a doctor, how can he answer this question.

"Lord of the castle, don't worry, just drink more soothing medicine......"

The doctor said, and added something to the city lord of Yicheng on his prescription.

The face of the Wing City Lord was still frightened and uneasy.

She always felt that it was the untouchables who had come back to seek revenge.

"What's wrong with the lord of the castle?"

Feng's frantic voice came, with a little doubt.

The gorgeous and deep voice of the Wing City City Lord was startled, and he hurriedly put away the frightened expression on his face.

She couldn't let Her Highness know what she had done, or she wouldn't be able to live.

She didn't know that Feng Qingyan already knew.

Feng Qingmad not only wanted the lives of these people, but also wanted them to taste fear before they died.

Death is so cheap for people like them.

Those who are mad have to use the means of madness.

"Your Royal Highness, I bother you to come and visit the lowly position, forgive the lowly duty and cannot salute......"

The city lord of Yicheng was lying on the bed, speaking very weakly.

His face was pale, and his blood was gone.

Feng waved his hand indifferently: "You don't have to salute, you don't have to pay attention to your illness, it's better to pay more attention to your body...... Originally, Lone came to you and had business to say, since that's the case, forget it, you take care of it, and when you're well, Lone will talk to you......"

Feng Qingyan couldn't salute the city lord of Yicheng, so he naturally didn't care.

She had to lie down, after all, there were not many opportunities to lie down in the future, and enjoy the last days of her life.

Just because she was greedy for ink, colluded with merchants, fished and fleshed the people, and embezzled the money and food for disaster relief......

None of these things are enough for her, plus her crazy things, I'm afraid it won't be enough to die a few times.

The weak voice of the city lord of Yicheng sounded in the room: "Thank you for your compassion ...... Your Highness."

Couldn't you be weak, on a cold day, I was stunned from the bed and wore a middle coat, threw it into the river, soaked almost all night, and was blown by the cold wind.

Now that she hasn't been burned stupid, it's her fate.

She heard that some merchants were directly unconscious, and they still have a high fever and are talking nonsense.

Feng didn't leave, just sat in the room and chatted with the city lord of Yicheng about some other things, and the city lord of Yicheng couldn't help but reply.

She almost supported her spirit and strength to reply, but it didn't take long for her to faint directly.

Feng Qingfang's face was "flustered" and he called someone over, and then left the courtyard of the city lord of Yicheng.

When she walked out, the coldness in her eyes had not yet dissipated.