Farmer Lady of Fortune, Imperial Concubine, Don’t Be Too Sweet

Chapter 272: She Can't Get It, Liu Yusheng Is Not Worthy

The old man standing in front of her had gray hair, deep eyes, and cold eyes.

The whole person exudes great anger.

Left-handedly knelt down, "Grandfather, grandfather taught, Xuan Er dare or forget, always remember in my heart!"

"If you really remember, you will make such a scandal today! Do you think that I am not hostile enough with Feng Qingbai, so you come here to add a fire!"

"Don't dare!"

The old man was carrying his hands on his back, and the anger that had just burst from his body only converged at a glance, and looked down at the woman kneeling coldly.

"I said, you can choose the children of the nobles in the middle of Beijing. Anyone can do it, but it can't be cypress green! If you can't remember again, you know the consequences, I can pick someone to marry you at any time! The face of my left house! "

Left-handed buried his head low, afraid to answer.

The grandfather warned how she dare to forget, so she was clearly attached to the green cypress, but she only dared to secretly like it behind her and never dared to show it.

Only in the matter of family affairs, dragged on again and again, the pampering of their own unwillingness.

Feng Qingbai, that person, if you look at it, you can no longer look at anyone else.

She wanted to marry the best, but she could not marry the best.

"This is the last time, and the next time, you won't have a choice."

"Xuan'er remembered, grandfather," left-handedly lowered, "today's osmanthus forest ..."

"How dare you mention this ugly thing? You didn't hit it, but you put yourself in, and I knew my granddaughter Zuo Shurong was so stupid!" The old man sneered, walked back to the desk and sat down, no longer looking at the woman , "I'll fix it, go on!"

Go back to the boudoir, close the door, look at the half-faced blushing self in the bronze mirror, left and eat and laugh, and laugh while crying.

After crying, the woman's eyes in the mirror became dark and vicious.

Wind cypress is a gem, and other men have become fisheyes.

She could not get this gem, and Liu Yusheng was not worth it.

Liu Yusheng, a humble peasant girl, is not even a fisheye!

She is just a gravel at best!

In the afternoon, coaxing the woman to fall asleep, Feng Qingbai left Sheng Xiaoyuan and went to the study.

Yin Wei immediately reported.

"Master, Xiangfu's hand really stretched out, and the drunkard who was sent to Yemen before noon, one of them suddenly violently in jail."

Feng Qingbai's eyes were pale, as expected.

This time he won't start, he will also start.

"Is the wind released?"

"Released, Xiangfu Qianjin left-handed in the sweet-scented osmanthus forest was drunk by the drunkard, and later the drunkard was inexplicably violently jailed, and the wind has risen among the people."

"Continue to guide the direction of public opinion. Zuo Shurong, the old fox, wants to be a little bit fishy. What can I do?"

"Yes!"

After Yin Wei stepped down, Feng Qingbai sat at his desk and began to complete the pile of official duties.

This time, apart from letting the prefecture's prestige slightly collapse, it has no practical effect.

He also did not expect to once defeat Zuo Shurong.

Just by doing such things, a little wear and tear on the foundation of the other party.

Sand builds towers.

The battles in the courts are not easy, and every game is a protracted battle. Look at the end, who is negligent and who collapses.

As for the Fu family, Feng Qingbai squinted his eyes and became more and more eclipsed. It was almost time to close the net.

On this day, the whole city was covered with new rumors, and the hustle and bustle of the whole city was over.

The teahouses and restaurants in the streets and lanes are all talking about the drunkards being violent as soon as they enter the prison.

Everyone knows the reason, and it has been spread long ago, but no one dares to talk about it.

The end of the drunkard is a shock to ordinary people, and it is especially effective.

However, the fierce means of Zuo Xiangfu, depending on the attitude of human life, also engraved a mark on the people.

Wind evaluation, a little lower.

Into the night.

In the room, Fu Yuzheng looked at the note in front of her and sat still for a long time, then burned the note, and quietly came out of the palace.

Enter through the side entrance of the palace and go directly to Qingning Palace.

See you, Princess Liu.

You don't have to guess what it is for.

I also know what is waiting for her.

Arrived at Qingning Palace, the old man took her directly to the torture chamber.

The noble woman with gorgeous clothes sat in the torture chamber, which was incompatible with the surrounding environment.

The face without emotion was shuddering like those Mori cold torture devices.

"You should know why this palace called you into the palace, and take the penalty yourself."

The old man immediately started to take off her coat and tied her upside down to a post on the wall of the execution room.

Gritting his teeth, Fu Yuzheng did not ask for mercy.

This consequence was originally what she expected.

Helping Liu Yusheng to make Xiangfu Qianjin suffer so much, for no reason, she could not escape this punishment.

Besides, she didn't regret it at all.

This torture chamber is full of various torture tools, leather whip, bamboo thorns, nails, lute hooks, maces, soldering irons ...

There are also two strong men responsible for executions.

"Slap! Slap!"

Facing the wall, there was a fierce tingling and cold throbbing sound from the back, echoing in the ugly crippled execution room.

Fu Yuzheng almost bitten her lips, and she couldn't resist the torture.

Cold sweat soaked her hair, her face was as pale as paper, and she felt dizzy in front of her eyes. She could still feel the cold and ruthless gaze behind her.

The moist air of the execution room gradually became **** and became thicker and more disgusting.

By the time she was dropped from the pillar, she had become a blood man, lying on the cold ground.

The light footsteps approached, Fu Yuzheng opened his eyes, and in front of him was a pair of gorgeous palace boots.

Lifted and slowly crushed her fingers.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, pain palpitations.

"Woo!" Fu Yuzhen curled up and shivered, holding back the groan that was about to rush out.

"If you do something wrong, you have to accept punishment. Are you staying at the Nanling King's House these years, are you going to forget who you are?"

Above her head, the lady's voice did not contain the slightest fluctuation, and she looked at her like the humblest ants.

"Fu Yuzheng, this is not the biggest punishment. In any position, people must recognize their identity, and it is impossible for you to please them.

If your mind is not clear, what I have is to send you to the old man in the blue house. In this life, I will let you live a life that is enough to welcome you. "

Falling on the ground, Fu Yuzheng didn't say a word, bit her tongue, and did not let herself pass out.

"Let's go waterboarding again and let her go."

"Yes!"

Fu Yuzhen's pupils shrank, and she laughed silently.

Water torture is more tortured than flogging.

This time, Princess Liu was really angry.

She was unrelentingly pulled up and thrown on the chair. Someone grabbed her hair vigorously, and covered her with a cloth towel on her face.

The cold water poured down in front of her face, soaking her towel and blocking her breath.

Only when the limbs were suffocated until the limbs twitched and became stiff and drooping, was the wet cloth towel on his face removed.

(End of this chapter)