572. The assassin, Concubine Rong's rescue

The third prince who heard the news quickly rushed to the bedroom of his father Fu Cheng Wangye, the third prince carefully inspected the hidden weapons that hit the guards, his sword eyebrows frowned tighter, and it didn't take much effort to make Fu Cheng Wang Ye also rushed back from outside, and the third prince hurriedly greeted him and said respectfully, "Father." ”

Prince Fu Cheng glanced gloomily at the corpses of the guards on the ground whose faces were blackened by poisoning, "Is there any clue?"

The third prince handed a hidden weapon wrapped in a handkerchief to Prince Fu Cheng, "These assassins are not ordinary thieves, they have clear goals, are well-trained, The organization is strict, and all of them are vicious, the guards outside your palace are all elites selected from the royal guards, but these assassins can still lurk in without them noticing, it can be seen that the assassins are all top masters, but they should not be aimed at your father, otherwise they will not wait for your father to do it when you are not in Fucheng Palace, according to the surviving guards, seeing the assassin carrying a big black bag away, the retainer dared to ask his father, what treasures have been lost in your palace?"

"Treasures?" "Treasures?" Prince Fu Cheng obviously didn't have a clue at all, "There are treasures everywhere in this king's palace, how does this king know which one those people have taken a fancy to?"

At this time, a guard ran over and said something to Prince Fu Cheng in a suppressed voice, Prince Fu Cheng's face suddenly changed greatly, and he quickly walked inside, and the third prince knew that something was wrong, and he hurriedly followed......

Everyone came to a bronze vessel in the shape of a man that had been opened, and the third prince had never seen anything like this, and couldn't help asking, "Father, what is this?"

Prince Fu Cheng said slowly, "Ten thousand needle urns." This is specially created by this king for Concubine Rong. ”

"Concubine Rong, the mother of the thirteenth brother!" The third prince was shocked, although he knew that Concubine Rong would not end well if she fell into the hands of his father, but he didn't expect that his father would torture her in such a way, "Father, are you saying that Concubine Rong is still alive, and those assassins are coming at her?"

Prince Fu Cheng nodded, "This king originally thought that she was just a person fighting alone, but he didn't expect that there was a person with such power behind her, and it seems that this king really underestimated her." ”

Hearing that Concubine Rong was still alive, the third prince felt like a huge stone in his heart, with Concubine Rong's vicious character, if she could escape this time, she would definitely not give up, she would definitely make a comeback, and then intensify the harm to everyone in the Fu Cheng Palace, especially Manzhu.

The third prince said, "Please don't worry, father, the son will definitely recapture that daughter." In addition, the retainers will also strengthen the vigilance of the Fucheng Palace. ”

Prince Fu Cheng didn't seem to hear the words of the third prince at all, he stroked the ten thousand needle urn, gently as if he was caressing his own child, and said slowly, "It's a pity, this king hasn't tortured enough." Go ahead and do it, remember, you have to get her back alive, it can't be empty all the time like this. ”

The perversion of Prince Fu Cheng made the third prince frown slightly again, "Yes, the retainer retired." ”

At this time, in a remote courtyard in Qiao Guogong's mansion, several black-clothed people threw the cloth bags in their hands on the ground, and then untied the cloth bags, and with the cloth bags falling off, an ugly and vicissitudes of life were revealed from inside, Da Qiao waved his hand gently, "Go back and thank your master for me." ”

A few of the men in black nodded, and disappeared into the night as they had come!

A smell of blood and stench came to his face, Da Qiao couldn't help but cover his nose lightly, and looked at the old woman on the ground with disgust on her clothes full of needles and blood spots, with a touch of contempt and sarcasm in her eyes, "I really can't imagine that you are still alive, Concubine Rong, don't come unharmed?"

Concubine Rong looked up at the beauty in front of her, and the corners of her mouth hooked up a grim smile, "Who should I be!" Originally, it was Miss Qiao's Mansion, I said Miss Qiao, is it that handsome and dashing Nine Princes don't want you, you have changed your taste, and you are interested in an old and ugly old woman like me! My old woman can't marry you. ”

The ugly woman mentioned the Nine Princes, which was the pain that hit Da Qiao, the corners of Da Qiao's eyes twitched, and he said angrily, "Don't forget, it was Miss Ben who rescued you, from now on, your life is mine, and you have to do what I want you to do." You know, you can't do anything without Miss Ben," Da Qiao scanned the injuries all over her body and said with a sneer, "I think you should already know this." ”

Concubine Rong wanted to stand up by herself, but the injuries all over her body made her sit on the ground again, she thought in her heart, now the people of Fu Cheng Palace must have been arresting her everywhere, it must be unsafe for her to go out, and now she can only stay here first, this is really a person who has to bow his head under the eaves, "Miss Qiao, you are right, our purpose is the same! As long as you can take revenge, the old body doesn't mind who you cooperate with, and you don't mind who you listen to!"

"Good. From now on, you can only stay in this courtyard, don't leave the courtyard door, I will ask a maid to bring you food and medicine regularly. ”

"Where is this place, is it safe?" this is the question that Concubine Rong is most concerned about now.

"This is my house, this small courtyard was lived in before Manzhu's slut got married, it is very remote, now this small courtyard is vacant, and no one usually comes, you can rest assured." ”

"Rest assured, rest assured. You Miss Qiao said that it is safe, what is there to worry about the old body!"

"You'd better heal your wounds quickly, you can't get revenge like this!"

"Don't worry about this, when it comes to revenge, the old body is more anxious than you!"

It was past midnight, the darkest hour before dawn, and the dark and deep night sky hung over this depressed land, as if it was about to swallow everything in the world......

The next few days were quite peaceful, Da Qiao because of the token given by Tang Guiren who could enter and exit the palace freely, she ran to the palace almost every day these days, and talked and laughed with Tang Guiren every day, a good picture of sisterhood. Concubine Rong, who had picked up a life, began to concentrate on recuperating her body, because she knew that the torture of the 10,000-needle urn had already cost her half her life, and if she was not careful, she might never be able to stand up and walk again. As for Manzhu, she hasn't gone out for several days because of the excessive "enthusiasm" of the World Heritage. The wounds on Chunxiang's face have all healed, but because the wound is too deep, the scar finally fell, although the scar is now very shallow and light, but it can still be seen at a glance, because of this scar, now she is even inferior, the wound on her face can be good, but the wound in her heart can no longer be better, the ruthless refusal of the third prince a few days ago, her heart was broken.