552. Concubine Rong, a tragic joke

Jin Yuanbao's face was a little proud, "Master, you don't know, our thousands of beautiful girls and young women in Luoyang City will hold a beauty contest every year to vote for the beautiful men in their hearts, and the four with the most votes will be rated as the 'Four Beautiful Men', of course, master, since you have performed the coming-of-age ceremony, your votes have topped the list every year, so that the other three are out of reach." Oh, I forgot to mention, in addition to you, the third prince and I have also been selected as the four beautiful men for several years in a row, and in last year's selection, this Ma Siguo narrowly defeated the eighth prince Shiren by one vote and became one of the 'four beautiful men'!"

The sword eyebrows of the World Heritage Sword became tighter and tighter, what is this? What four beautiful men, he has never cared about these. Now the only thing he cares about is, "Is he dead now?"

The gold ingots were suffocated, and shook his head a little weakly, "He's missing, just before the black shadows surrounded Ma Fu, he was already missing." The black shadows have searched all over Luoyang City, but they have not found any trace of him, and now the black shadows have expanded the scope of search, in addition to searching outside Luoyang City, they have also begun to pursue along the route to the Xiongnu. ”

Shiyi nodded with satisfaction, "This king doesn't care what kind of prince he is, and no matter what kind of ability he has to reach the sky, this king only needs all the people who have hurt Manzhu to die! This king would rather kill three thousand by mistake than let one go!"

Jin Yuan Bao shuddered slightly, "My subordinates understand. The subordinates will definitely go all out to bring back Ma Siguo's head. ”

Shiyi was about to leave, but suddenly seemed to think of something, "Also, go find out where Haruka and Haruki have gone, they have been missing for several days." Manju has asked the king several times. ”

"Yes, my subordinates obey. ”

And at this time, in the palace of Prince Fu Cheng, an old woman was unceremoniously thrown to the ground in the side hall by two guards holding her, the old woman made a muffled sound of pain in her mouth, Prince Fu Cheng waved his hand, and the palace maid and eunuch in the hall and the two guards hurriedly lowered their heads and retreated, accompanied by a dull sound of closing the door, and at this moment there were only two people left in the side hall.

Prince Fu Cheng's face was gloomy, he slowly paced around the old woman twice, and then said gloomily, "Concubine Rong, long time no see! This king has been looking forward to our reunion!"

Concubine Rong? How could this ugly old woman be the peerless Concubine Rong back then? The old woman on the ground laughed self-deprecatingly, and said sarcastically in her characteristic hoarse voice, "It turns out that the prince still remembers the concubine! The concubine has become like this, and I can't imagine that the prince still recognizes it!"

Prince Fu Cheng sneered, and said almost through gritted teeth, "How can you not recognize it! Even if you hurt the people who have passed away and turn them into ashes, this king will recognize them." ”

The old woman looked up to the sky sadly and smiled, "It turns out that the prince remembers the concubine, not because the concubine used to be your woman, but because the concubine once hurt your most precious son." The old woman laughed, a line of muddy tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, and she roared, as if she was about to use up all her strength, "It turns out that the prince remembers that the concubine is not because of love, but because of hate! Because of hate!"

Prince Fu Cheng glanced at the old woman on the ground with disdain, and said nothing.

After the old woman laughed, she finally lowered her head and began to choke, and after a while, she raised her head again, looked at Prince Fu Cheng intently, and asked slowly, "Lord Wang, the concubine wants to ask you a question, please be sure to answer truthfully." You...... Do you have ...... Have you ever loved a concubine? Even if it's a day, even if it's a moment? Have you ever loved a concubine?"

"No!" Prince Fu Cheng replied simply and ruthlessly.

The old woman's already somewhat cloudy eyes were even darker at the moment, her face was full of sorrow, she silently wept and murmured, "It turns out that it has always been the concubine who is making her own feelings. She didn't seem to be dead, "but...... But...... Why did you just rescue your concubine from their hands?"

Prince Fu Cheng sneered, "It's too cheap for you to die like that." When I learned that you had escaped from the secret prison, the king ordered someone to build this urn with ten thousand needles," said the prince Fu Cheng, while walking to the pillar in the corner, and pulling the rope on the pillar, a huge red cloth tent in the side hall slowly rose, behind the cloth tent, is a standing "big" shape of a person-high bronze vessel, the bronze ware has countless small holes, and on the side of the bronze ware, is a long table, on the long table there is a row of trays, each tray is neatly placed long and short, thick and thin needles. Prince Fu Cheng walked over, pulling a protrusion on the side of the bronze vessel, and the human-shaped bronze vessel opened from the side, revealing a hollow "big" character inside, and Prince Fu Cheng said with a bloodthirsty face, "This Ding urn has always been reluctant to be used by this king, and this king has always deliberately kept it for you!" "Prince Fu Cheng pulled the cuffs and wiped the edge of the bronze vessel, and said to himself, "Look, after so many years, it is almost embroidered!"

When the old woman saw such a terrifying torture instrument, her face did not show the slightest fear, maybe when she learned that the prince had never loved her, her heart was already dead! The old woman muttered, "When the prince was angry, he threw the concubine into that place, and let so many people come to spoil the concubine's body, the concubine really wanted to die at that time, but the concubine hated it even more, hated your ruthlessness!" For three years, the concubine was ruined by those people for three years, the concubine's body was deformed, her voice was hoarse, and her face was gone, the concubine was bent on revenge, and she finally escaped from there, but when the concubine looked at you from a distance in Fuchengli, the concubine found that she couldn't hate you at all, but the concubine was unwilling to forget it, hurt you, the concubine couldn't do it, the concubine could only harm your favorite son and his favorite concubine, and the little prince they gave birth to. The old woman smiled sadly, and then muttered, "Originally, the concubine's life was a joke! The concubine was a joke!

Prince Fu Cheng didn't care so much, he didn't have any pity to drag Concubine Rong on the ground, dragged her to the urn, threw her into the bronze vessel of the "big" shape, and fixed her hands, feet and neck in the mechanism inside, Concubine Rong, who was already dead, let Prince Fu Cheng put her into this torture instrument, her face was full of calm, she closed her eyes and muttered, "Son, you walk slowly on the Huangquan Road, the mother concubine is coming." ”