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She killed someone!

This was not the first time she killed someone, nor would it be the last, but Feng Qingchen knew that this was definitely the most painful time for her.

She used these hands to take away the innocent boy's life. She used these hands to take away the boy's beautiful eyes.

Feng Qingchen didn't know how she got back to cell No. 9 in Tianzi. She only knew that she wanted to cry, for herself and for that boy.

Powerful people are as powerful as tigers. She and the young man were both victims of the powerful, but she was luckier than the young man.

Feng Qingchen squatted in the corner, holding his legs with his hands, crying silently.

"Xiao Zhi, go with peace of mind. My sister will definitely avenge you, kill Duke An for you, and destroy Duke An's mansion for you."

"Xiao Zhi, go with peace of mind. My sister will definitely take you out, reunite your family, and let your eyes continue to see the outside world."

Feng Qingchen's whole body fell into sadness, and at this moment, the person who ended Feng Qingchen's leisurely life in the Xueyiwei Prison appeared.

On the fifth day of Feng Qingchen's imprisonment, without any warning, Princess Anping came to the Bloody Guard Prison in person to interrogate Feng Qingchen.

Lu Shaolin was stunned, and without thinking, he found a reason to push away. He even refused to let Princess Anping enter the cell, but Princess Anping was not such an easy person to get rid of.

She waited for five days just to see Feng Qingchen's tragic end.

She wanted Feng Qingchen to understand that anyone who dared to threaten her would not end well.

Under Princess Anping's insistence, Lu Shaolin had no choice. After all, Princess Anping was not an unpopular princess, she was the Queen's daughter.

However, who is Lu Shaolin? How could he allow himself to stumble on something like this?

While Lu Shaolin agreed to Princess Anping, he winked at his confidants and asked him to arrange things well and not let Princess Anping find fault.

The confidant left quietly and immediately arranged for someone to dress up Feng Qingchen.

After Feng Qingchen heard the news, she wiped away her tears, looked serious, and nodded firmly to cooperate. At the same time, she handed the box containing five small blue pills to the confidant and asked him to pass it to Lu Shaolin.

She knew that Lu Shaolin would try his best to help her for the sake of the pills. After all, the person here today was just a princess, not the queen.

It's not a piece of cake for Lu Shaolin, that fox, to deal with an innocent girl like Princess Anping.

Feng Qingchen was wearing the clothes worn by an unknown prisoner when he was tortured. The blood on them was black and exuded a strong smell of blood and stench.

In order to be realistic, Feng Qingchen's hair was also messed up, his face was painted green and purple, and some fresh human blood was smeared on his clothes.

"This trick is really good. I thought I was a prisoner who had been severely punished." Feng Qingchen looked at her outfit. If she didn't lift her clothes to look, she would never be able to tell the authenticity.

Lu Shaolin's confidants knew how much Lu Shaolin valued Feng Qingchen. When Feng Qingchen said this, he smiled and said: "Miss Feng, outsiders all say that the people in my blood-clothed guards are tigers and wolves who can eat people without spitting out their bones, but they don't know that we

They also have conscience. We rarely use torture on those virtuous and good ministers who are imprisoned in prison. Most of them use this kind of blinding method to deceive them. After all, those nobles will not look carefully when they get here, but only take a cursory glance.

, I’m almost scared.”

Feng Qingchen chuckled lightly, not believing it in his heart, but saying on his face: "I believe in Uncle Lu's character. He is indeed a good person."

Lu Shaolin's confidant is a man. Hearing what Feng Qingchen said, he immediately understood and said: "Miss Feng, don't worry, in order to make Princess Anping happy, we will definitely torture Miss Feng in the execution ground. Mr. Lu has already explained it."

, we only use the lightest caning on Miss Feng. There is a skill in this caning. We can beat the skin to pieces without damaging the bones. Miss Feng may suffer a little pain by then, but I promise that she will never

What kind of disease will be caused?"

"Thank you very much. I will leave the contents in the box to Mr. Lu for your benefit, big brother." You come and I go, that's it.

Everyone knew it, but with this reminder, they seemed to get closer to each other.



Princess Anping was coaxed by Lu Shaolin for a long time. When Princess Anping patiently waited for Lu Shaolin to take her to the punishment room, she saw Feng Qingchen hanging on the torture device.

Seeing Feng Qingchen's miserable state, Princess Anping's eyebrows lit up, and she swept away the depression just now. Due to the majesty of the royal family, she did not dare to be too exaggerated.

"Ahem, Mr. Lu, ask your people to stand down." Princess Anping is not just a girl with breasts and no brains. She grew up in a place like the palace that eats people without spitting out their bones. She is very aware of the tricks of torture, so

I will never use someone like Lu Shaolin.

"Your Highness, this is not good, this is the blood-clad guard." Lu Shaolin was not a soft persimmon.

He is the emperor's confidant. Although he works for the queen, he is not Princess Anping's dog. It depends on the owner to beat the dog.

"What? Can I still dismantle your blood-clothed guards? No wonder my father said that Mr. Lu is becoming more and more timid. It is indeed true."

This is the benefit of the prince and grandson. If you say something casually, no one would dare to doubt whether it is true or false. After all, no one has the courage to ask the emperor if he has said such a thing.

Lu Shaolin suddenly sweated on his forehead. He glanced at Feng Qingchen and shook his head helplessly.

Feng Qingchen understood very well that he was giving up his position to protect his position.

Compared with Princess Anping, she, Feng Qingchen, is nothing. After coughing lightly, Feng Qingchen said feebly: "Princess, I am really in a good mood."

Feng Qingchen's feet and hands were tied to the torture rack. Even without torture, this position was painful enough. In addition, Feng Qingchen had just cried loudly, and her voice was filled with sadness and weakness. In addition, she

Deliberately, he looked like he was dying.

"Feng Qingchen, you should feel honored. This is the first time that I have put so much thought into a pariah." Princess Anping raised her red finger and flicked it towards the guard behind her.

(5) The guards took the order and invited the people out very "politely", including Lu Shaolin.

"Your Highness, this is the Blood-Clothed Guard. Your subordinate is the commander of the Blood-Clothed Guard. Your responsibilities are yours." Lu Shaolin bowed to Princess Anping and refused to go out.

Feng Qingchen knew that Lu Shaolin did not want to stay here to help her, but was just making such a gesture.

hehe……

Feng Qingchen smiled bitterly, closed her eyes and said nothing.

Seriously speaking, there is no hatred between her and Princess Anping, it's just that she hurt Princess Anping's face.

Princess Anping saw that Lu Shaolin was resolute and did not continue to pester. She waved to the guard behind her and said, "Show me your seat, Mr. Lu."

Directly keeping Lu Shaolin at a distance, Lu Shaolin had no choice but to obey orders. The control of the punishment room naturally fell into the hands of Princess Anping, and Feng Qingchen's life and death also fell into the hands of Princess Anping...

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