The Rebirth of the Violent Concubine: The Bright Moon Shields the West Building

The news that King Fu had broken in with Zhao Lingyun had been received by everyone in the crypt while King Fu and Zhao Lingyun were still walking the steps.

The chief had a headache, and the people in the imperial palace didn't have a headache when meeting Fu Wang. "Why did the prince come?" the chief asked.

Who knows this? Maybe Lord Fu doesn't know it himself, after all, this one has a brain disease, oh yes, the one who came with Lord Fu also has a brain disease...

"Take the people back first," the commander ordered.

Probably for the purpose of deterrence, the hall of the assassin camp was where the execution took place, and Anian was tied to the cross frame at this moment. A Sui failed to complete the task, and A Sui cannot come back to claim the crime, so the punishment that A Sui has to pay is taken by A Sui's brother, A Nian, in accordance with the rules of the Assassin Camp.

The commander gave an order, and some people walked to the torture frame and lowered the rope lock tied to Anian's body.

The second commander's complexion is gloomy. If the chief commander only has a headache, then the second commander who specializes in punishment and is harsh will have a headache and become angry. "This is not a place where the prince can come," the second commander said.

Commander: "He has come, what can you do with him?"

The second commander was silent, he could not control Lord Fu.

"The great master is here to join in the fun again," the commander complained again, "he instigated many things that the prince did. Did he want to come this time, so he urged the prince to bring him over?"

Master Zhao who has reached the top of the stairs: "..."

He has a huge grievance!

"It's none of his business," Fu Wang talked about his loyalty and proved Zhao Lingyun: "This king is coming here, why, Ah Da, you don't welcome this king?"

Zhao Lingyun curled his mouth. It was obvious that people just didn't welcome you. Do you still have to ask? Looking at the hall in front of him, Zhao Lingyun's throat choked, what the **** is this? There are twenty or thirty whips hanging on the wall, as well as round, flat, small heads and small tails. The two ends are the same size, and there are various wands of different lengths. Zhao Lingyun glanced at them. There are probably fifty or sixty sticks! What other iron hooks, looking at iron blocks like washboards, soldering irons, bamboo sticks, etc., anyway, there are torture instruments that Master Zhao knows and doesn't know.

There are nine large torture frames standing in the hall, and 20 small torture frames standing along the wall. These torture frames are made of wood, iron, and copper. All of them have There was blood stains, and there was still a layer of black dirt on the ground under the torture frame.

"That's blood," Fu Wang said to Zhao Lingyun, "the blood accumulates a lot, and it's on the ground. Look at the dark ones, they are all..."

Zhao Lingyun grinned: "Thank you, I don't want to know anymore, you don't need to say, Lord."

"The prince," the chief and second chiefs clasped their fists, bowed, and saluted King Fu.

Fu Wang's chin was raised high, and he looked very arrogant.

Zhao Lingyun looked at him, what on earth did this prince come for? This is standing like a rooster, what is this man doing?

"I wonder if the prince is here, what advice can you give?" the chief asked.

"No advice," Fu Wang said, "This king can't beat you again. What can this king teach you?"

Master Zhao: "..."

Everyone in the Assassin Camp present: "..."

So why did you come here?

"If you have something to say," Zhao Lingyun persuaded King Fu to say, "I'm going to have lunch soon."

Fu Wang: "This king is not hungry."

Zhao Lingyun: "Then I will go back to eat first."

"Okay," Fu Wang looked at the chief and asked, "The person who was going to assassinate Zhao Lingxiao yesterday is yours?"

The commander frowned suddenly.

The atmosphere in the hall freezes.

Although frightened by Fu Wang’s questioning, Zhao Lingyun decided at this time that he wanted to come out to reconcile the atmosphere, so Master Zhao gave a big laugh and said to the chief: "So your name is Da."

The commander looked at Zhao Lingyun coldly. Can you play a little more nonsense in this round?

"Da, you," Zhao Lingyun's second round sentence was broken at the fourth word. At this moment, Master Zhao saw Anian.

This kid...

Zhao Lingyun narrowed his eyes to look at Anian. The child with his arms tied back was familiar. "Hey, that kid," Zhao Lingyun shouted at Anian, "Hold your head up."

Anian bowed his head and stood under the frame, he did not dare to look up.

"What's wrong?" Fuwang asked.

"That kid," Zhao Lingyun said as he stepped forward.

With two "choking" sounds, two big men drew their knives, blocking Zhao Lingyun's path.

"Go, go," Zhao Lingyun stared, "I can't take a look? Are your rules here so unreasonable?"

Zhao Lingyun stretched out his hand and pushed the two strong men aside. He really used his strength, but he couldn't push. The old man felt embarrassed. Is this his mother's feet taking root?

King Fu rubbed his nose and came forward too. Why did Zhao Da still know the people from the Assassin Camp?

"You retreat," the chief commander ordered Chong Anian at this time.

A Sui was rescued by Zhao Lingyun and sent to the hospital. A Nian and A Sui are twins, and they look the same. When they see A Nian, Zhao Lingyun will know A Sui's identity!

Anian lowered his head and stepped back.

"You," Zhao Lingyun didn't have time to break with the general leader, because at this time Fu Wang was about to take his own chest and hit the sharp knives in the hands of two strong men.

No one dared to hurt King Fu. The two strong men didn't put down the knives in their hands, but they flashed to the side.

Taking advantage of this effort, Zhao Lingyun slipped through the gap between the two strong men, and then ran towards Anian with his legs open.

"Oh," Fu Wang shouted at this time: "This king is hurt!"

Zhao Lingyun didn't even turn his head back, this one was dead, he didn't feel sad.

The people in the Assassin Camp did not have such a "ruthless" heart from Zhao Lingyun. Everyone was startled by Fuwang's shout. The prince was injured?

Zhao Lingyun caught up with Anian in front of the door leading to the back hall, "Hey, my child," Zhao Lingyun shouted, and he stretched out his hand to drag Anian.

Anian has already suffered at least ten lashes, and there are several blood holes in his back now, and his skills are slower than usual. Of course, this was not the reason why A-Nian could not avoid Zhao Lingyun's hands. After all, A-Nian was subjected to dozens of whips, and if it were to start, Master Zhao would not be Anian's opponent. Anian had a feeling, it was the assassin's instinct to distinguish good from bad, he felt that Zhao Lingyun had no malice towards him, and this person's approach was something he didn't need to be afraid of.

Putting his fingers on Anian's chin, he raised the child's head, and looking at the face in front of him, Zhao Lingyun took a sigh of relief. This looks exactly like the child he saved! No wonder he just glanced at it just now, and he felt familiar!