Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

"Yes Yes?"

After returning to his senses, Imperial Physician Yang repeatedly said yes, and did not forget to salute them before leaving. This time Ling Jingxuan did not mean to exchange opinions with them. He always leaned on Yan Shengrui lazily. Ye Guifei's daughter was really sick , that is to say, there is no possibility that she deliberately asks Imperial Physician Yang to be transferred to determine Xiao Qi's condition, so they can only wait for Yan Shan to bring that Fu Gong Gong back to "touch"

"Woooo..."

About two hours later, Ling Jingxuan and the others had lunch, and even after a short break, Yan Shan threw the five-flowered father-in-law in front of them. Ling Jingxuan looked down at the eunuch who was wriggling on the ground. He was about thirty or forty years old. Left and right, perhaps because of being too thin, the whole person gives the feeling of a sharp-nosed monkey's cheeks, and the first impression makes people dislike it.

"Untie and remove the contents of his mouth."

As the day was about to pass, Ling Jingxuan was not in the mood to slowly linger with them. After receiving the order, Yan Shan took out the two knives of his saber, and the rope that bound him snapped. Without the restraint of the rope, Eunuch Fu. He stretched out his hand and pulled the rags out of his mouth. He had already seen clearly who was in front of him. He didn't dare to take into account his own discomfort. Eunuch Fu hurriedly squatted on the ground: "Slave Wanfu, please greet the queen and the prince. Princess, the seventh highness, the ninth highness, and the sixth master, please greet me."

On the other hand, no one was left behind, but I wonder if he was just as sensible.

"Wanfu, right? Look back at the woman not far behind you and tell this concubine that you know her."

Ling Jingxuan turned towards the maid not far away who had already been helped to sit on the ground, and Wan Fu, who was crawling on the ground, looked back with suspicion.

"she she her"

Wan Fu was so frightened that he fell to the ground, and then as if thinking of something, he turned back and knelt on the ground and said respectfully: "She used to be a maid in the imperial concubine's palace, but she was sent away last year because she accidentally broke the vase that the imperial concubine liked. At the place where the clothes are washed, there is a servant in the palace, and the servant still has a slight impression of her."

With his head lowered, Wanfu ordered himself to calm down as much as possible, it is useless to be anxious now, just follow the mother's arrangement.

"Oh? It's just a slight impression, but she said that you went to her about a month ago and asked her to sew this into the seventh prince's court clothes, Wanfu, you have to open your eyes to see her condition clearly, This concubine doesn't want you to be worse than him later."

Raising his eyebrows, he picked up the piece of fabric and raised it. Ling Jingxuan's words were addressed to him, but his eyes were on the palace maid. She is still wearing wet pants and twisted limbs. It is not difficult to imagine her What kind of torture he suffered, Wanfu glanced at it and turned around in a hurry. He lowered his head and said tremblingly: "The servant has never seen her, please Wangfei!"

"You are talking nonsense, a month ago, when I sent the seven princes starched clothes to go back, you found me and asked me to sew that piece of fabric into the court clothes that the seventh prince often wears, and you promised me After the success, Concubine Ye will give me a sum of money and arrange for me to leave the palace, Wanfu, you said all of this, you can't deny it.

Seeing his denial, the palace maid shouted angrily, she would rather die than suffer the concubine's torture again.

"Shut up, who allowed you to slander the noble concubine? Since you were punished to wash clothes, the miscellaneous family has never seen you, so don't spit your blood."

Wan Fu turned around abruptly, pointed at her and scolded her harshly. Seeing this, the maid was anxious, but she couldn't move freely, so she could only look at Ling Jingxuan and the others with tears on their faces: "The maid, the princess, the slaves really didn't lie, everything was fine. Wanfu asked the slaves to do it, madam, I beg you to believe the slaves, please?"

She really regrets it now. She blames herself for being fascinated by the so-called freedom. Now that she thinks about it, even if they succeed, they can't let her live after it's done, right?

"The maiden is clear, this lowly palace maid must be because the concubine punished her to go to the clothes washing place to suffer, so she casually accuses the concubine of the concubine, madam, you have to decide for the concubine, the concubine is really wronged."

Not to be outdone, Wanfu crawled towards Chu Yunhan with snot and tears.

"Well"

"bump!"

But Chu Yunhan kicked him out with one kick. In normal times, he might be in the mood to listen to him performing well here, but at this moment, he already had his heart alive, how could he let it go? Let him play him as a fool?

Wanfu, who was kicked to the ground, didn't dare to do it again. He got up and knelt down respectfully. Even if his chest hurt to death, he didn't dare to stretch out his hand to scratch it. Ling Jingxuan, who was always watching them arguing with each other, raised his eyebrows slightly. Looking at Yan Chengrui with a smile, he said, "It seems that he is a bitch again who can't shed tears without seeing the coffin. My lord, what means do you think this concubine will use this time?"

Broken his limbs? Or use poison? Or maybe there is a big splash of blood?

"The princess can use whatever means she likes. This king has only one request, don't let him die too cheaply."

Yan Shengrui's face was woven with two completely different expressions of evil and doting. Killing is very simple. The question is how to let him die, and how to make his death worthwhile. He believes that their Jingxuan should be more powerful than him.

"Then use the method I said earlier to bleed."

After saying that, Ling Jingxuan's figure flickered, and everyone felt a flash of silver light. In the next second, Wanfu, who was leaning back, was frozen. Ling Jingxuan gave Yan Shan a look, and the corner of the latter's mouth twitched. Still tacitly squatted down and turned Wan Fu's palm over, not knowing why he couldn't move, let alone what they were going to do, Wan Fu was so frightened that his tongue was knotted: "King?? Princess?? What do you want?"

He looks like he's about to be put on the rack

In the same way, no matter how firm his heart is, this unknown fear still frightened him.

"Haha...what are you afraid of? Don't you shed tears without seeing the coffin? This concubine will let you see the shortcut to hell in a real way."

Turning around with a splendid smile, Ling Jingxuan picked up a few iron nails in the medicine box with cold eyes and handed them to their prince: "My lord, I heard that your martial arts are the best in the world, and this concubine has never had a chance to see it. Shall I perform?"

Knowing that the other party was very scared, Ling Jingxuan deliberately stretched his fear, so he didn't believe it, even a eunuch couldn't cure it.

"Why not?"

Yan Shengrui raised his eyebrows and took the iron nails in his hand. Just when he was about to go out, Ling Jingxuan stopped him again, ignoring his doubts, turning his head to chūnxiang and saying, "Don't stain Xiaoqi's place, Go, find two basins, this concubine wants him to watch his blood flow out of his body little by little, and watch his blood slowly fill the whole basin."

Such cruel bloodthirsty words, he said with a smile, not to mention Wanfu who is about to be punished, even Chunxiang and others couldn't help shrinking their necks, no wonder the outside world said that he was a bloodthirsty poisonous concubine, it was true at all.

"Yes"

After being stunned for a while, chūnxiang bowed and retreated, Wanfu's pupils shrank and shrank, looking at the things in Yan Shengrui's hands, and then at his own palms, he could probably guess what they were going to do with his buttocks. .

"No, no?? The lord spares his life, the servant really didn't instruct the palace maid, does the lord spare his life?" It was precisely because he had guessed their purpose that he was even more afraid, but until now he still denied it, and Yan Shengrui and the others did not at all. Just don't bother to deal with him.

Chapter 428: Peeling the Cocoon (6)

"Princess, how are these two pots?"

The chūn incense, who went back and forth, came back with two pots the size of the mouth of a bucket. Looking at the size, many people couldn't help but twitch the corners of their mouths. Is chūn incense also black? With such a big pot, it is estimated that Wanfu will be scared to death before the bloodletting starts. You must know that it may not feel good if the blood is scattered on the ground. If it is all gathered in one place, what does it feel like? ? Not to mention the terrifying sourness, not to mention the physical pain, even the psychological fear may be mad at the other party.

"Well, although it's a little small, let's make do with it, go, put it under his hands, this concubine will watch our prince perform."

Qiáng held back his smile and glanced at the two large pots that Chūnxiang was holding, Ling Jingxuan nodded pretentiously, Chunxiang was also quick, and after getting his approval, he bent down and carefully placed the two pots in Wanfu's hands. below.

"No, Princess, please don't, there are really no servants? Ah?"

Wanfu was so frightened that his holes shrank, but he was still stubborn and refused to tell the truth. Everyone only heard a squeak, a cold light flashed, and a scream like a pig slaughtered. After a closer look, Wanfu's thumb on his left hand pointed. A hollow iron nail had been inserted into his abdomen, and the blood flowed out from the hollow iron pipe almost immediately, ticking into the pot, and the smell of blood gradually filled the air.

"Ah, Lord, spare your life, Lord—"

The five fingers were connected to the heart, and the thumb was tied tightly by an iron nail not much smaller than chopsticks, and the nail was hollow. Watching the bright red blood flow from his fingers into the tile basin, Wanfu was terrified. He shouted, his face was covered with tears and snot, and he wanted to move his body to pull out the iron nails that were so painful, but his body was like a sorcerer, no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't move.