1 Through The Abuse

The weather in May, with the slightest heat, willow branches blown by the spring breeze. Like the graceful dancing pose of a girl, there is an indescribable softness. Such a good season is a good time to enjoy the flowers. Those ladies who do not go out on weekdays occasionally go there.

It can be said to be in the moon dynasty. The best time ever.

However, It was such a good time that there was a hint of discord in the Zuo Xiangxiang of the Moon Dynasty.

In the backyard of the Prime Minister's House. Waves of flogging came out.

Just listening to the sound can make people imagine what kind of flesh and blood is going on. And the source of this sound. It is a firewood room in the backyard.

Near the firewood house. I only heard a sigh from Chaifang: "Xiaoyue, as long as you agree to terminate the engagement with the prince, marry the seventh prince for your sister. I will release you from my father."

Inside the firewood room. A middle-aged man in a brown Chinese suit frowned. And the direction his gaze was looking. It is in the middle of Chaifang.

At this time, a thin woman with apale face is locked up there. There were a few scratches, and her lips couldn't open.

Eyes were dumb, with a hint of despair.

But she still did not say a word."It's toasting, not eating and drinking! I tell you, even if you die, you still have to cancel the marriage contract with the crown prince and marry the seventh prince!

His Royal Highness is extremely distinguished. How can you think of this kind of waste? If you still have this home in your heart, Let your sister marry and fight for honor for my Zuoxiangfu! "

The middle-aged man's indifference, like a sword, pierced the woman's heart severely. As the gap in my heart opened, my inner despair continued to spread.

To what extent can people be biased?

Is there a God in this world? Is there an axiom? If so ... help me.The woman did not not answer. The middle-aged man saw the woman before nodding his head with a frown, and waved, "Continue to beat her!"

After that, the executioner's whip fell on the woman's body again, the skin tore, the blood stained the ragged clothes, and the woman's vision gradually began to blur.

If it is possible, no matter what the price, she will let these people experience the same pain as her and know what despair is.

"Master, the young lady seems to have fainted." The executioner said respectfully stopping his whip and looked at the unlucky woman with a bit of patience,

The middle-aged man heard the words and frowned: "You go outside to guard and wait until she wakes up. Until she agrees and gives Feng Yin over."

After that, the middle-aged man walked away. Although the executioner could not bear it, he did not dare to leave.

The sky gradually darkened, and the moonlight was shining in the firewood room. Faintly fell on the woman's bruised body. The woman's brow slightly moved.

hiss!

It hurts, it hurts!

Damn, shouldn't she jump over the cliff and die? Why do you still feel pain? Moreover, it hurts as if she was whipped?

With doubt, the woman opened her eyes slowly, and everything that caught her eyes made her temporarily stunned. She just saw it here, all around. Under the moonlight, it could be seen faintly. The architecture here is antique, but the house is hollow and there is only a small amount of firewood. It is an abandoned place.She slightly moved her hands, trying to relieve the pain, but heard a bang, looking, she turned around and found the door locked. Of course, this is not the point, the point is the hands ... are not hers.

Although these hands are rough, she has been with poison and weapons all year round, her hands have changed color, and there are cocoons at the tiger's mouth, but these hands are only slightly rough and thin.

Who is she?

Murong Yue's brow frowned fiercely, and at this moment, she only heard a strange and familiar voice from outside: "Did she wake up?"

This was the voice of a middle-aged person.