"Smack!" Another whip. The piercing crimson split from Qingge's body again. It's a foot long.

"Phew, it's your blessing that stinky girls can serve the prime minister, I don't know how to lift!" The pawn holding the stabbing whip had triangular eyes, and scolded with hanging eyebrows.

The original color of the thorn whip has long been invisible, but the black and red soaked in dried blood exudes a fishy smell, and I don't know how much skin and flesh I have tasted.

The woman who was tied to the cross, her hands were hanged, the wide sleeves of her shirt were slid to the crook of her arms, and one on one of her arms was next to each other, all of them were whiplashes, and the forest was white to the bone, and there were two terrifying blood holes under the neck, obviously pierced by the collarbone.

This woman is Qingge, who has been locked up for more than seven days, and there is no one in her body that is intact, except for the good-looking excessive face.

"Heh... Do... Dream! Qingge raised her head with great effort, and pulled the iron chain that hung her hands, and it made a loud noise, startling the mouse in the corner.

"Little slut, if it weren't for the orders from above, I would have let you taste all the seventy-two punishments in this Xiangfu dungeon." The pawn shook the whip twice and spat at her, "Phew, what the hell." ”

"Heh... Hehe..."The light song seemed to be self-deprecating, and her beautiful eyes were full of dead silence.

yes, how could she be alive for the past seven days! She should accompany her dead mother on the way to Huangquan and all the villagers in Qingyang Village!

She hadn't shed a single tear when she was pierced to the bone, but when she thought of the villagers who died in front of her eyes, her heart ached like a break, and tears had unconsciously snaked on her pale cheeks.

"You're crying." The figure of the person who came was extremely slender, the fine moon-white cloud brocade embroidered with silver silk with a few Xiangfei bamboos, and the head was pinned with a sheep fat hosta that had been looking at the excellent, but there was an elegant scholarly atmosphere.

It's a pity that a pair of eyes are a little more frivolous.

He didn't say a word, just stared at the man in front of him.

"Qingge, it's because I can't stand you." After being silent for a long time, he finally said only this sentence.

Qingge stubbornly raised his head, pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty, as if mocking, and looked at him with dark eyes: "Feng Yuanxu, you are so disgusting." ”

"Light Song ......" Feng Yuanxu looked at those eyes, he saw hatred in her eyes, yes, hate.

"You can't live with me, but you can't live with the whole village of Qingyang Village!" The hoarse voice echoed in the dungeon, the voice was cold, and the words were hateful.

"Qingge, you are too kind, if you don't slaughter the village, how can you have my bright future?" Feng Yuanxu frowned, as if he was questioning, and as if explaining, in short, he was crazy nine times out of ten.

"Yes, if you don't slaughter the village, doesn't it mean that hundreds of people know that you and I have a marriage contract, and if you don't slaughter the village, then you can't marry the princess of the dynasty!" The hatred in Qingge's eyes burst out unabashedly.

The villagers of Qingyang Village have always been united, if they knew that Feng Yuanxu married the princess, they would definitely make a lot of noise, in addition to hatred, Qingge also felt guilty.

Feng Yuanxu looked at Qingge, although he was so embarrassed, Qingge was also scarred and so good-looking that people couldn't take their eyes off, Qingge had a good skin, otherwise Feng Yuanxu wouldn't want to send Qingge to the prime minister's bed.

"You still don't comply." Feng Yuanxu didn't answer Qingge's words, she was tortured in the dungeon for more than seven days, and Qingge still didn't obey, this is her.

Feng Yuanxu had a moment of distress and a trace of regret, but he still had to send Qingge to someone else's bed, compared to the power, the personal relationship of his children, he didn't need it.

He has been subconsciously emphasizing that he loves her and that she loves him. Then she deserves to sacrifice for him.

"Get out!" Qingge spat at Feng Yuanxu, and now she felt extremely disgusted every second she spent with him.

As Qingge wished, Feng Yuanxu rolled out of the dungeon. At some point, the retreating triangular-eyed pawn came in again.

Xu didn't get the reward, or was instructed, and the pawn whipped Qingge a few times, even after so many days, the hot pain finally made Qingge unable to hold on, his eyes were black, and he fainted.