"Ming Taifei," Feng Hongyin stared at her straight, with a bloodthirsty red: "If she is dead, there will be Ming family in this Prince's Mansion, no one can run away."

Concubine Ming took two steps back pale.

Mingrou held her back and screamed: "Why are you Feng Hongyin? Are you crazy? For a prostitute, how dare you talk to the toffee like this! How dare you..."

"What can I not dare?" Feng Hongyin walked to the two of them step by step.

The person who was offended was like a bloodthirsty beast, with a pair of eyes with no feelings of ferocity: "Even if the emperor strikes at her, I have the ability to plot a rebellion!"

Even if it is to bury her with the entire dynasty, he can do it!

Feng Hongyin had a faint feeling that the reason why he came to this world was to meet her.

Whoever dared to attack her, he dared to smash that person into pieces!

Bright and soft looking at him bitterly, and sneered: "What are you pretending to be affectionate? Do you know, what kind of life your princess is living in the dungeon? It is a great relief for her to die!"

Feng Hongyin clenched his posterior molars.

Mingrou smiled deeper: "What? Nothing? I went to the dungeon to see her when you were away. Do you know how to train a woman? Tie her to a pillar and use the finest The needle pierced her finger and asked her over and over again: Do you like to wish the prince?"

She said, the smile on her face deepened, imitating Mother Xu's look: "As long as you like it, you can put it down for a while, and then ask again later: Do you like Prince Zhu...Hahahahahaha, but Fenghongyin you You know, she didn't say a word."

Mingrou stretched out her hands, as if to tell him to see her through her own hands: "You don't know, all her fingers are pierced with needles, and the sweat all over her body is like she just fished out of the lake. , The batch was distributed, and the wounds on her body are countless! I feel pain in all of them! But she refuses to like it! She hates you to death! Even if she refuses to flatter you!"

Feng Hongyin trembled slightly.

The way Mingrou looked at him was happy.

Tears fell down her eyes, hating the person in front of her.

"Feng Hongyin, what qualifications do you have for a person like you to like her? Your liking is to push her to the torture frame, let people humiliate her over and over again, let her endure the torment over and over again in hell, And you?" Mingrou curled her lips mockingly and smiled: "You just want an obedient puppet, even if the people in this puppet have been tortured to death by you, you can still laugh and praise her for being obedient. Praise her for being sensible, you can still smile and you like her... Isn't that what you like?"

Feng Hongyin grabbed her neck: "Where is she?!"

Mingrou's pinched face flushed, but her eyes were filled with pleasure: "Cough...Where is it? In the underground palace..."

"I do not believe!"

"Ha... even if she is still alive, cough cough... she is no longer Lu Yunmei!"

The one who would talk to him with a smile, lower his head shyly, and look at him shyly, the best of her had been destroyed by his own hands.

It was ruined the night when he used her as a prostitute to abuse her wantonly.

Feng Hongyin released his hand, staggering back two steps.

Mingrou sank to the ground and looked up at him: "She will never forgive you for the rest of her life, even if she is dead, she will hate you! Give it up!"

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