"If I hadn't seen An Bingshan die with my own eyes, Juechen wouldn't have gone anywhere. This is what I promised Juechen in the first place." Juechen is neither humble nor arrogant.
"Don't worry about this. You are not the only one who wants An Bingshan to die. I will arrange for you to see An Bingshan tomorrow night. But before that, I hope you can find a way to safely send the maids in the alchemy room out of the palace.
You should know what will happen to the maid in the alchemy room if ### leaves one day." Yao Mowan looked at Juechen solemnly, waiting for his answer.
"Don't worry, Madam, I'll leave this to Juechen." Juechen nodded fiercely.
After Juechen left, Yao Mowan walked up to Ye Junqing with a sweet smile.
"Your Majesty, are you convinced that you lost now?" Seeing Yao Mowan's wretched smile, Ye Junqing stood up angrily,
"How much?" Ye Jun's beautiful eyes were as clear as water, and the light shone in them.
"One million taels of gold!" Yao Mowan's smile became even brighter.
"How much!" Ye Junqing looked at Yao Mowan with wide eyes, his expression exaggerated to an unprecedented degree.
"One million taels of gold." Yao Mowanyun repeated calmly.
"If the Queen can find someone who is willing to spend one million taels of gold to buy the Flame Soul Sword, please let me take a look. I have never seen what a real idiot looks like in my life!" Ye Junqing
With a sinister curse, she immediately bypassed Yao Mowan and strode out of Guanju Palace. One million taels, why didn't she grab it!
But Ye Junqing didn't expect that he would see the legendary idiot in just one night.
At breakfast the next day, before Ye Junqing could enter the door, he heard Yan Nansheng's voice.
"Why are you here?" Ye Junqing looked at Yan Nansheng suspiciously and walked slowly into the main hall of Guanju Palace.
"If it weren't for you, why would I be here! Flame Soul Sword! How did you lose to her?" At that time, Yan Nansheng still felt that Yao Mowan was as beautiful as a fairy, no matter how much she was cheated, but at this moment,
Seeing Yao Mowan carefully looking at the banknotes, Yan Nansheng felt that this woman was disgusting!
"Did you really spend one million taels of gold to buy the Flame Soul Sword?" Ye Junqing looked at Yan Nansheng dumbfounded. It turns out that this is what idiots look like!
"Otherwise, what should I do? She wants to take the sword and melt it! Yao Mowan is so shameful!" Yan Nansheng lamented with sadness and indignation.
"How vicious Yao Mowan!" Ye Junqing added sadly.
"You are willing to do this kind of thing and I am willing, why? Not willing? Then take the banknote back, Mo Wan doesn't like to force it." Yao Mowan sat lazily on the chair and handed the banknote to Yan Nansheng casually.
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Looking at the banknotes in front of him, Yan Nansheng suddenly heard the sound of heartbreak. Did he kill Yao Mowan's whole family in his previous life? Really? Really!
"Bring the banknote, bring the sword!" Ye Junqing took a deep breath and glared at Yao Mowan.
"Tingyue, send the sword to the prince." Yao Mowan took back the banknote, with a beautiful curve on her lips.
Just when Ye Junqing was about to reach out for the sword, Yan Nansheng almost moved in front of Ting Yue, quickly picked up the sword and hung it on his waist.
"That's my king's sword!" Ye Junqing turned to look at Yan Nansheng and spoke solemnly.
"But that's my silver! One million taels of gold! How many flame soul swords can be made!" Yan Nansheng's hand holding the flame soul sword became tighter, with a look of sorrow and anger in his eyes.
"Be more open-minded. After all, this is the one your master forged with his own hands." Yao Mowan pretended to be kind and comforted.
"Otherwise, do you think I am a fool? Junior brother, I will keep this sword for you first. If it is put in your hands, senior brother really doesn't have much money. Please be more careful! Alas!" Yan Nansheng
He shook his head sadly, then turned and left.
"What does he mean by this? Is this what I want!" Seeing Yan Nansheng leave with a disappointed look on his face, Ye Junqing spoke angrily.
"Yin Xue, send the banknote out." Yao Mowan ignored Ye Junqing, called out to Yin Xue in a low voice, and handed the banknote to Yin Xue. Yin Xue accepted the order and took the banknote.
Turn around and disappear into Guanju Palace.
"What do you want so much money for?" Yejun Qinghu asked when Yao Mowan stood up as if he was relieved.
"How many?" Yao Mowan asked back, and Ye Junqing was stunned.
At night, when Yin Xue brought Juechen into the darkroom, he saw a woman standing straight in front of An Bingshan.
"You'd better hurry up, don't let the people who are responding outside wait too long and cause trouble." After Yin Xue told her, she turned and left. Juechen was also unambiguous and walked over. Only then did he recognize the woman in front of him.
It was Mingyu who was in the alchemy room at that time.
"Mingyu! You slutty slave girl! Why did you lie? Why did you betray the Zajia family?" On the torture rack, An Bingshan's eyes were red and he roared loudly, and the iron chain on the rack clanged as he broke.
"For Hongmei." Mingyu's expression was cold, and his dark eyes were like the most ferocious devil in hell.
"Red plum?" An Bingshan frowned and muttered suspiciously.
"How could Mingyu forget? How could a nobleman like An Gonggong remember Hongmei! But Mingyu couldn't forget. He couldn't forget how his father-in-law bullied Hongmei and how he used a knife to scrape off her flesh piece by piece.
!How can you throw dying red plums to those damn eunuchs and let them insult you at will!" Tears rolled down, and Mingyu's choked voice suddenly sounded along with An Bingshan's howl, making Juechen behind him feel sad.
"Ah - stop! Stop it quickly! Hongmei died in your hands! If you want to avenge her, you should kill yourself!" An Bingshan wailed in pain, and the flesh on his legs trembled with pain.
"Yes! Hongmei died in Mingyu's hands! But without you, how could Mingyu kill his best sister with his own hands! You deserve to die!" Mingyu fiercely grasped the dagger inserted in An Bingshan's leg and fiercely
As soon as it turned around, An Bingshan's scream became louder and louder, like a pig being killed.
"Stop! It hurts the Zajia family to death! Ah—" Cold sweat broke out on An Bingshan's forehead, and his hands that were chained were struggling desperately.
"My father-in-law couldn't bear it after just one knife? If Mingyu remembers correctly, Hongmei received a full fifty knife blows from my father-in-law! Fifty knife blows! How painful it must be! So how can one knife be enough!" Mingyu said
As he spoke, he whipped out the dagger, and then stabbed it hard at An Bingshan's other leg.
"Help, help!" An Bingshan wailed hysterically, and the flesh on his painful face convulsed.
"Help! Every maid in this palace is eager to eat your flesh and skin! Who will come to save you! An Bingshan! You have done many evil things, and you have ruined and harmed countless maids in the palace! Now Mingyu will seek justice for them!
You will not be lonely when you go to hell, they will take good care of you!" Mingyu roared with all his strength, and the dagger in his hand fell on An Bingshan like raindrops, but every blow was not fatal.
Mingyu didn't stop until she was tired from intercourse.
"Help." At this moment, An Bingshan's body had turned into a sieve, blood was flowing out, and he was dying.
"Hongmei! Have you seen it! Mingyu has avenged you! Revenge! Hongmei. I'm sorry. I have made you lonely for so long. I will come over to accompany you." Mingyu shed tears like rain and lowered his hands.
Raise slowly.
Just when Mingyu was about to commit suicide, Juechen suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the dagger.
"If I were Hongmei, I definitely don't want you to die in vain. If you really die like this, or die in front of An Bingshan, even if you see Hongmei, she will definitely scold you! Live well, this is Hongmei
Looking forward to it!" Juechen said, and suddenly raised his hand and broke An Bingshan's left arm.