Time travel, Your Highness Ninth Prince has been rejected from marriage again!

Gu Mingrui didn't speak, and Qingyun didn't want to continue arguing with him.

She picked up another pastry, but it was already cold. It doesn't taste as delicious as before. Putting down the pastries, he raised his eyes to look at Gu Mingrui, who was still thinking.

"This pastry was sent by Shen Lingfei. Gu Shangshu wants to try it."

Gu Mingrui finally had some reaction, picked up the cake and looked at it, but didn't eat it.

"One pastry is equivalent to a month's money for ordinary people. Thinking of this, Gu Shangshu can't eat anymore."

Gu Mingrui closed his eyes, "I have seen too many poor and miserable people. It is difficult for them to even live."

"So, when you see the arrogance and luxury of the rich, you will inevitably feel resentful."

Gu Mingrui didn't answer because Qingyun was right. So he chose silence.

Qingyun continued: "Shen Lingfei told me before about the process of your acquaintance. Gu Shangshu thinks, what is the difference between you now and that girl?".

Gu Mingrui opened his eyes suddenly and looked at Qingyun.

Qingyun stood up, left her position, and put her hands behind her back. Walking back and forth with his head shaking, he began to explain the truth to Gu Mingrui.

"There are mostly poor people in the world and few rich people. No one can choose his birth.

The poor have their own way of living, and the rich have their own way of living. No matter what kind of person, there is nothing wrong.

If poverty is caused by rich people, then rich people deserve to die. If not, then there is nothing wrong with the rich no matter how extravagant they are.

The poor can become rich, and the rich can become poor. Didn’t Gu Shangshu turn from a poor man into a rich man?

But now it seems that Gu Shangshu has not changed, at least here, you are still a poor man."

Qingyun looked at Gu Mingrui and tapped her head with her hand. After that, she left, leaving Gu Mingrui alone.

Gu Mingrui seemed to have been hit hard and sat in the Jingzhu Courtyard for a long time before leaving. When leaving, he took a deep look at Liangchenyuan.

In the dungeon of Dali Temple, Qing Xiao and Yan Siyuan sat side by side. On the cross opposite, there are three ragged men. There was almost no good piece of meat on his body, and the traces left by various torture instruments were frightening.

The three of them looked very ordinary, the kind that you wouldn't find in a crowd.

Yan Siyuan had previously confirmed that their faces were stitched together later. There have been more or less changes, just to reduce their presence.

These three people were all assassins of Qingyun. The others died on the spot, and these three were also going to commit suicide by swallowing medicine. He was stopped by Yan Qin'ao in time and survived and was sent to the dungeon of Dali Temple.

If it were just an ordinary dead soldier, it wouldn't hurt to kill him. But unfortunately, there is something wrong with these dead soldiers.

Their strength is too strong and cannot be trained by ordinary people. Just like the dead soldiers trained by Yan Muen who spent a lot of money and time, they are only better than the secret guards.

And these dead soldiers seemed to have received special training. A month of torture failed to open their mouths.

Although the culprit is Yan Yusen, these secret guards were definitely not trained by her. It's not even possible that he was trained by Meng Xiaoxiao or the Meng family. So they are more likely to buy murder.

And the people who cultivate these are the most terrifying. To be able to cultivate these people quietly in the capital, their identity and status are definitely not simple.

The jailer kept beating one of the men with a whip, and the whip would be dipped in salt water. When he slapped it again, it hit the same spot, like rubbing salt on the wound.

The dead man went from shaking all over at first to numbness now. Just a twitch and a scream.

Qing Xiao became impatient and stepped forward to push the jailer away. He picked up the salt bag and sprinkled it directly on the wound of the dead soldier. He couldn't stop screaming from the pain.

Qing Xiao kept moving and said: "Either you say it yourself, or it hurts to death. Anyway, I won't miss you."

He glanced at the remaining two. The two people looked like they were dead, with their heads lowered and their eyes closed.

Turning a blind eye to the screams of this dead soldier. If he hadn't clearly seen the rise and fall of their chests, Qing Xiao would have thought they were dead.

The dead soldier stared angrily and mocked: "Hahaha, then you kill me, I don't care, hahaha."

Qing Xiao threw away the salt in his hand and said, "You want to die so much. That's such a pity. I won't let you die."

Qing Xiao smiled like a cat, and the excitement in his eyes chilled the dead man. They are more afraid of life than death.

Yan Siyuan looked at the person directly opposite him expressionlessly. When Qing Xiao said that he would not let him die, his eyelids moved.

Yan Siyuan couldn't figure out whether he wanted to die or not. One month of torture is enough to break a person's will. Unless he really isn't human.

"Put him down." Yan Siyuan pointed to the person in front of him.

The jailer stepped forward and released the man, and Yan Siyuan approached him. He said softly: "What are you thinking about?".

The dead man was obviously stunned for a moment. He thought that Yan Siyuan put him down to torture him better. He didn't expect him to say that and didn't know how to answer, so he chose silence.

Qing Xiao stepped forward and said, "Since you don't want to say it, then cut off your tongue."

Yan Siyuan saw the excitement in his eyes and pushed him silently, pushing him away.

Looking back at the collapsed dead soldiers, he suddenly felt that they might have overlooked the most important issue.

If these dead soldiers have gone through inhuman training, then what makes them hide this abyss regardless of their lives.

Yan Siyuan tilted his head and asked again: "Do you have a family?".

The dead man's eyes widened and he wanted to get up, but the injuries on his body prevented him from moving. All of his hand tendons and hamstrings were severed, and he is now a disabled person.

Yan Siyuan's eyes flashed darkly, he guessed correctly.

They have always believed that these dead soldiers had no relatives, so they did not care about their lives.

Because when they train secret guards or dead soldiers, they always select orphans for training, so that there will be no weaknesses.

But they all overlooked one thing. Family can often be the most powerful way to restrain a person. That's more useful than poison.

They may not want their own lives, but the lives of their family members are often more important than their own.

Qing Xiao also saw something fishy, ​​and looked at each other with Yan Siyuan. They found a way to pry open the mouths of these dead soldiers.

Yan Siyuan and Qing Xiao sat back again, and Qing Xiao waved his hand to "put them all down."

The three dead soldiers were all released, but because they were crippled, they could only collapse on the ground.

Looking up at the two people sitting in front of them, the three of them seemed to see the judge in hell. At this moment, it seemed to be more frightening than seeing countless instruments of torture.

Yan Siyuan smiled slightly, "Family, friends, lover, you...should always have one, right?"