After two years of crusade and westward fighting, the Zhendong Army finally regained the last city occupied by the Hu people at the end of November, and the news of the great victory spread throughout the Central Plains, and the people rejoiced, poured into the streets, singing and dancing to celebrate, so far, the Central Plains, which had fallen to the Hu people for ten years, returned to the hands of the Han people again.

Mu Qingli couldn't feel the lively atmosphere outside, because at this time, she was being locked in a dungeon and being tortured every day.

Her hands and feet were hung from the stakes behind her, and none of her bloody bodies were intact.

The door of the dungeon was opened, and a dazzling light came in, making Mu Qingli squint.

"I'm not dead yet, but my life is quite hard."

A familiar sneer came, Mu Qingli hung her head, and the fingers of the person clamped Mu Qingli's jaw hard, and raised her head vulgarly.

Mu Qingli's face was disfigured.

"You say, if you let the national teacher see your current appearance, do you guess he will still like you?"

The person who came was none other than Udanga.

Speaking of which, it was also Mu Qingli's bad luck, after she and Zhao Ziyang recovered the city occupied by the Jieren, on the way back to Anyang City, they were attracted by the similar figure in the woods, and before Zhao Ziyang could react, she rushed into the woods and was taken away in an instant. When she woke up, she was already locked up in this dungeon, and every day, Udanga would come and beat her, and more than half a month had passed.

A far-fetched smile curled into the corner of Mu Qingli's mouth, and he only glanced at Udanga obliquely, his face full of mockery.

Wu Danjia was extremely angry, picked up a leather whip stained with chili pepper water and whipped Mu Qingli.

Wudanjia knows kung fu, naturally has a lot of strength, and when the leather whip is pulled down, a blood-red deep and long whip mark blooms on Mu Qingli's body, and suddenly the skin is open, and the pepper water on the leather whip stimulates the wound, stabbing Mu Qingli gasps, and he can't survive or die.

Wu Danjia was tired, threw the leather whip to the side, pinched Mu Qingli's face fiercely, and said happily: "Aren't you a goddess, what, now you look like a mourning dog in my hands, hahaha!" You should be glad about this identity, if it weren't for this identity, those men wouldn't dare to blaspheme you, and your innocence would be explained. ”

Mu Qingli laughed lowly: "Huh...... Even so...... Beichen still won't like you......"

In her previous life, she probably owed Beichen, she was abandoned for the first time, and she was betrayed mercilessly, and now, because she liked his woman, she was tortured like this, she thought, no matter how much she owed, she should finish repaying it.

Wu Danjia was so angry that he raised his foot and kicked Mu Qingli's abdomen hard, and in an instant, a violent colic swept over, causing Mu Qingli to sweat coldly, his eyes were dark, and he fainted.

A basin of cold water splashed down on her head, which stimulated Mu Qingli to wake up, she squinted weakly, and the water on her body was mixed with blood, dripping to the ground.

"I won't let you die, you are an important bargaining chip until Beichen agrees to leave with me." Udanga smiled coldly and left the dungeon, the heavy door closed, and in an instant the dungeon fell into darkness again.

Mu Qingli's vitality has become weaker and weaker.

She closed her eyes, she couldn't close her eyes, it was all dark, and at this moment, she suddenly wanted to see Zhao Ziyang again, "Heh...... You say, will you come to save me a third time......"