"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu A hundred vine whips, this is not going to kill me, who will save me?"
Feng Yunhua, who was tied to the pillar, kept struggling, praying in her heart that someone would come to save her.
"Pa." The whip was struck hard on her back. Feng Yunhua was so painful that cold sweat immediately broke out on her forehead.
Immediately afterwards, Feng Yunhua was whipped with force several times in succession. The pain made Feng Yunhua break out in cold sweat. The pain made her want to scream loudly and scold the eighteen generations of Pang family ancestors. However, a piece of cloth was stuffed in her mouth, so she could only say out in the end.
A weak 'whining' sound.
The whip was struck hard one after another, and Feng Yunhua was numb from the pain. Her eyes were closed and her breathing became weaker and weaker.
She felt that her soul had left her body and was wandering in the front hall of the Prime Minister's Palace.
She saw her own torn and bloody back, Pang Feier's proud face, Pang Fenglin's hypocritical face, Xu's sinister smile, the two concubines looking like they were watching the show, and the hand holding
The cane whipped her servant, with a ferocious expression on his face as he wished he could beat her to death...
In the spacious and luxurious front hall, she did not miss everyone's expressions, and she remembered them all.
…
Yuxian Restaurant.
In the private room on the second floor, several pots of fiery red mandala flowers were added to bring a touch of vitality to this dull private room.
"Why haven't you come yet?"
Murong Lingxuan put his hands behind his back and paced anxiously back and forth in the private room, but his eyes kept looking towards the door.
Today he arrived at Yuxian Restaurant half an hour early. Now two hours have passed and the person he had to wait for has not come to keep the appointment. Murong Lingxuan is half annoyed and half angry.
"Little one, you'd better be prevented from coming to your appointment today because of something else. If you let me know that you didn't come to your appointment on purpose and made me wait for so long, I won't spank you."
After muttering to himself, Murong Lingxuan turned his eyes and looked at Qing Meng and ordered: "Qing Meng, go down and prepare the carriage and go to the Prime Minister's Mansion."
Qingmeng rushed downstairs like a gust of wind. When Murong Lingxuan walked from upstairs to the entrance of Yuxian Restaurant, the carriage was ready, and Qingmeng was sitting in front of the carriage with a whip in hand.
After Murong Lingxuan got on the carriage, Qing Meng waved his riding whip and drove the carriage rapidly.
When passers-by saw that it was the carriage of the Prince of Chu's Mansion, they dared not to give way. The carriage stopped at the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion in the shortest possible time without any obstruction.
"Please, don't fight. If you continue to fight, the lady will die."
As soon as he jumped off the carriage, he faintly heard Jin Yue's sad cries and low-pitched pleading, and he felt a surge of uneasiness.
Murong Lingxuan's figure moved, ghostly like lightning, leaving a faint shadow on the spot.
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"Stop." A voice shouted.
Murong Lingxuan, dressed in a crescent-white robe, stepped into the front hall of the Prime Minister's Mansion like a savior, and a pungent smell of blood penetrated his nostrils.
He frowned, and at a glance he saw the man tied to the pillar. His bloody back stung his eyes and heart.
Murong Lingxuan's face was sullen, and his eyes were filled with overwhelming anger that wanted to kill someone. The cold air around his body was so cold that it could freeze three feet, and the temperature in the front hall of the Prime Minister's Mansion dropped sharply.
The servant in charge of executing the execution held up a cane and was about to whip it when a fierce murderous aura approached. His hands shook. Before he could turn his head to see clearly the person coming with murderous aura, his whole body was slapped with a palm.
Fei. The cane in his hand flew out and hit Pang Fenglin on the face by chance, leaving a bright red mark.
The servant fell heavily to the ground, then his eyes darkened and he fainted.