The killer concubine of the sick prince

The moment Jiang Jiuyi approached Zhao Fuqing again, his hands and the chains in his hands had even landed on Zhao Fuqing's body, and he lost his strength again, and his whole body could only lie on the ground panting like a dying fish.

Zhao Fuqing brushed off his clothes, squatted down, and looked across him with disgust, as if looking at something disgusting and dirty.

Suddenly, Zhao Fuqing reached out and ripped off his clothes.

The clothes on his body were already loose, and his chest was directly exposed by such a move.

His eyes were sticking to his body like disgusting sludge, Jiang Jiuyi realized for the first time that even if he and Zhao Ruixi had sex in bed, he would never accept the approach of a second man.The silver teeth clucked, he wished he could bite his flesh and blood.

Zhao Fuqing directly reached out and rubbed his chest twice, watching the two spots swell tremblingly in the wet and cold ground.

He stood up abruptly, looked at him condescendingly, stepped on his chest with the toe of his shoe mercilessly, and even maliciously grinded it until bloodstains appeared.

Jiang Jiuyi had never been wronged like this before, her eyes almost spit fire.

Zhao Fuqing sneered, "I never thought a man could be so cheap. Are you Zhao Ruixi's boyfriend or Jiang Jiuyi's lover?"

His feet crushed his face, and the rough touch tore the skin on his face.

"Isn't it fun for two people who look so similar to play together on the bed? Have you ever fucked that face that is the same as yours? Did Zhao Ruixi see your face fuck Jiang Jiuyi?"

The obscene language is simply unbearable, who would have imagined that the majestic emperor would say such a vulgar sentence?

"Or—" Zhao Fuqing's voice approached again, "There has never been Jiang Jiuyi."

Heartbeat followed by a heartbeat, Jiang Jiuyi's expression did not relax at all, his mind had gone through thousands of times, and finally he said in a deep voice: "There is no Jiang Jiuyi."

"No?" Zhao Fuqing's laughter became louder and louder, and Jiang Jiuyi knew that she had made the right bet.

"Let me guess when I played this civet cat for the prince. Before going to Xishan? No, it should be after returning from Xishan."

"The real Jiang Jiuyi must be in the same place as Zhao Ruixi. It's a pity that your great sacrifice will be in vain like this. Come on! Take this assassin to the sky prison! The rest, search Prince Xi's mansion, and take Zhao Ruixi and his Bring me all the princesses!"

Another kick hit Jiang Jiuyi, so painful that Jiang Jiuyi could barely breathe, but even so, he was relieved, and he shouted: "I am Jiang Jiuyi!"

It's a pity that Zhao Fuqing insisted on going his own way and decided that he was a counterfeit.

——In that case, don't blame him for being rude.

Soon Jiang Jiuyi was taken out of the underground palace, only to find that he was actually in Qianyi Palace.

Qianyi Palace is the sleeping palace where the emperors of past dynasties lived.

As soon as he left the hall, he heard a shrill cry from the front, "Your Majesty! You must not do this!"

Through the messy hair, Jiang Jiuyi vaguely discerned that the person kneeling outside was Xie Wanpin and a few concubines in the harem whom he didn't remember well, and the old empress who was heartbroken stood behind.

"How can the emperor be so confused! Today you hand over the person and hand it over to Aijia!"

"Your Majesty, don't be so angry."

Listening to the voice, there is Dong Anyi beside him.

Jiang Jiuyi lowered her head, letting the guards take him away with a half-dead look.

Now Zhao Fuqing wishfully thinks that he is not the Jiang Jiuyi he is looking for, and even the guards have been downgraded. Now these are ordinary palace guards, treating him like an assassin and preparing to be imprisoned in the prison.

He is familiar with the sky prison, Zhao Ruixi lived in the sky prison before, and he will be free after entering the sky prison.

But he didn't expect the old lady to have such an aura to directly snatch him from the guards, tie him up and take him to her palace.

Jiang Jiuyi never underestimated the decisiveness and cruelty of the old queen. He was even ready to shed a layer of skin in her hands.

Sure enough, he was dragged forward like a dead dog along the way, Dong Anyi stepped on him proudly to show his justice, Xie Wanpin's eyes were like poisoned knives, others The concubine was even more eager to tear him into pieces.

There were already countless cuts and bruises on his body, his head even hit flower beds and stones, and now the blood had blurred his vision, but he was tied tightly, and he still had no strength to break free at all. Being dragged around like a rag.

The old queen did not take him to her bedroom, but took him to a remote cold palace.

Weeds are overgrown here, and the house is full of piles of firewood and sundries, obviously abandoned for a long time.

It's a good place to destroy corpses and traces, Jiang Jiuyi thought bluntly.

Someone moved in a large chair, the old lady sat on it, Dong Anyi immediately went to serve tea, and the maids and nuns spontaneously began to punish him without ordering him.

When there is enough pain, the nerves of the person will become numb, and the excessive blood loss makes Jiang Jiuyi feel cold, and even the pain seems to be far away.

Like a bystander, he looked down at his body struggling and twitching in mid-air...

In fact, these punishments are nothing, at least compared to the suffering he suffered as a killer, but for the first time, he felt a little wronged, and even thought—why Zhao Ruixi couldn't wake up...

When he realized what he was thinking, he couldn't help laughing at himself, since when... did he actually put his hope on others?

The torture continued, and Jiang Jiuyi's body was already motionless.

Struggling is just a waste of energy, he must find a way to escape.

Suddenly, a basin of cold water was poured directly on the head.

His hair was pulled, and he was forced to look up at the old lady sitting on the high seat.

"Go down."

"Queen Mother—this foxy girl is powerful, if she hurts you—" Dong Anyi said.

The Empress Dowager's eyes were still on him, "I said, get out."

The old lady's voice was not high, but everyone in the room was frightened and retreated tremblingly. Dong Anyi turned pale and felt anxious.

When passing by him, I heard Dong Anyi threatening, "Don't even think about getting out of here alive!"

Jiang Jiuyi didn't waste her energy with her, she closed her eyes as if she couldn't see, Dong Anyi suddenly became angry, snorted coldly and left arrogantly.

With the sound of cloth rubbing against each other, Jiang Jiuyi raised half of her eyelids and saw that it was the old lady walking over. The palace robe that mopped the floor was covered with muddy water and blood stains, so dirty that she couldn't tell.

"You have a face you shouldn't have."

Immediately, his face became hot, and the old lady who was wearing a ring and armor slapped him directly, leaving bloodstains all over his face.

"Seeing that you and that little bastard agree in love, Aijia will kindly send you both to hell to be a pair of fateful mandarin ducks."

Immediately afterwards, without waiting for him to resist, he pushed a pill directly into his mouth.

"I'll give you a good time, taste the taste of losing all five senses, and then have a gut-wrenching stomach, and you will feel that it's good to die."

"If you complain, blame yourself for being unlucky, blame your damn life..."

……

There was darkness in front of him, and he couldn't even hear the sound...