After the kiss, I was spoiled by the regent

Chapter 102 The layout of Yuwen Yue
Yu Wenyue looked down at him condescendingly, his eyes were like looking at an ant, he said: "If you have the sincerity to protect one tenth of Wei Heng for Mingzhu, you will not push this king to such a degree."

Nie Mingsong was stunned, he didn't understand what Yu Wenyue meant.

But Yu Wenyue quickly made him understand.

He grabbed Nie Mingsong by the collar of his clothes, and threw Nie Mingsong, who was two or three laps smaller than him, aside like a chicken.

Luo Zhong immediately held Nie Mingsong down, and he kept yelling, "Yu Wenyue!"

Yu Wenyue leaned down, lifted Wei Heng up from the ground with both hands, and said quietly: "Prince Zhen, is he very honorable? Then you have a look, how did your noble prince be beaten into a fool?" of."

After finishing speaking, Yu Wenyue mercilessly punched Wei Heng, who spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

Nie Mingsong yelled, "Yu Wenyue! You are angry at me!"

Yu Wenyue lifted Wei Heng, and said: "For you? Don't you think you have the gold medal to avoid death just because you are Mingzhu's brother?"

Nie Mingsong's expression changed.

Yu Wenyue was expressionless: "Remember, Wei Heng was beaten because of you."

After finishing speaking, Yu Wenyue picked up a thick stick beside him, swung it up, and beat Wei Heng severely.

The stick was specially used to treat prisoners, and it was swung by a person with internal strength like Yu Wenyue, and it was swung in the air with gusts of wind, sticking to the flesh.

At first Wei Heng could still scream, but after a few times, Wei Heng stopped screaming.

"Enough! Yu Wenyue, do you want to kill him! Stop!" Nie Mingsong roared.

Wei Heng fell to the ground and writhed in pain. Twenty sticks hit him till he vomited old blood.

Yu Wenyue threw the stick, moved his fingers, and said, "Pretending?"

Saying that, Yu Wenyue squatted down, swung his fist the size of a sandbag, and slammed down an old punch. Wei Heng was still resisting at first, but slowly, he really struggled.

In the dungeon, only the sound of Yu Wenyue beating someone and the sound of Wei Heng's bones breaking one by one could be heard.

Everyone was frightened by Yu Wenyue's fierce beating to death.

Judging from this posture, he wanted to beat Wei Heng to death.

Wei Heng was beaten into a gourd of blood, his face was covered with blood, he was extremely hideous, all the bones in his body were torn apart by Yu Wenyue, his whole body was like a noodle.

Luo Zhong couldn't stand it anymore, he reminded: "My lord, if you continue to fight, he will die."

Yu Wenyue gave him two more punches without letting go of his hatred, and then stood up from the ground rubbing his bloody fists.

Looking from a distance from the booth on the ground, no one would be associated with that handsome and well-mannered Prince Heng.

Nie Mingsong didn't dare to vent his breath, and didn't scream anymore. He just stared at Wei Heng, feeling like the sky was falling.

Wei Heng exhaled more air than inhaled, he was already half dead.

Yu Wenyue walked up to Nie Mingsong and stared at him quietly.

Nie Mingsong felt the stare of death, and he trembled all over, not even daring to look into Yu Wenyue's bloodthirsty eyes.

Yu Wenyue couldn't help him running away, he grabbed Nie Mingsong's left hand and lifted it up.

"What are you doing!" Nie Mingsong was shocked. He now believes that Yu Wenyue is a person who can do anything.

Yu Wenyue squinted his eyes, Wei Heng's blood still slid from the corner of his eyes: "Nie Mingsong, you are not a man."

"You fart!" Nie Mingsong scolded: "You are just a little mother, what right do you have to say about me!"

He knew that there was more danger than good, so he might as well scold him out of joy.

Yu Wenyue grabbed his fingers and snapped them hard. His fingers were in pain, and Nie Mingsong's painful legs were limp.

Yu Wenyue said: "Both were born of the same mother, you don't even have half a bone in Mingzhu."

Nie Mingsong cursed with trembling lips: "Fart your mother..."

"She regards you as the best big brother because she didn't threaten you in the past, and you wouldn't bother with her, but Nie Mingsong, you have been blinding her eyes, you can't fool me." Yu Wenyue approached Nie Ming Song said.

Nie Mingsong was sweating coldly in pain: "What the hell are you trying to do!"

Yu Wenyue said fiercely: "No matter how stupid and ruthless the king of Yan is, he will not be fooled around by a Situ Youyi. If it is said that there is no help from the state of Zhen behind him, how could the state of Yan dare to encourage the Xiongnu? Nie Mingsong, you are really Song Song Are all courts in the country full of wine bags and rice bags!"

Nie Mingsong breathed heavily and looked at Yu Wenyue in horror.

It turned out that he knew everything.

"The state of Zhen went from time to time. On the surface, he surrendered to the state of Song, but secretly planned to defect to the state of Yan. This is a state matter. You betrayed Nie Mingzhu, and even killed the king's son. This is a family matter. What about you and Wei Heng? Even if you can’t run away, do you think this king will let you go?”

Yu Wenyue's voice penetrated into Nie Mingsong's ears word by word, making him shudder to the bone.

Yu Wenyue slowly took hold of Nie Mingsong's three fingers, and said flatly, "Using your three fingers to exchange my son's life, this king will not be willing."

Nie Mingsong was shocked, but before he could react, Yu Wenyue had already snapped off the three fingers of his left hand.

"Ah——" Nie Mingsong wailed in pain.

Luo Zhong let him go and let him roll on the ground.

Nie Mingsong was in so much pain that he couldn't distinguish between east, west, north and south, and fainted for a while. He hated him so much. Fortunately, he just broke it. When he leaves here, he can recover.Now, let Yu Wenyue be proud for a while...

Before he could finish his wishful thinking, Yu Wenyue took out a knife and stepped on his left wrist.

Aware of Yu Wenyue's intentions, Nie Mingsong was finally afraid from the bottom of his heart: "No, no, don't..."

Yu Wenyue didn't say a word of nonsense, and raised the knife in his hand, and Nie Mingsong's three fingers left him, and blood gushed out.

"Ah!!!!" Nie Mingsong clapped his hands in despair: "My hands, my fingers!!!"

Only then did Yu Wenyue put away the knife, and said with downcast eyes: "How about the feeling of hope being ignited and then dashed?"

Nie Mingsong was so angry that he couldn't speak. He would rather faint, but he was sober.

Luo Zhong took out the medicine at the right time and roughly sprinkled it on his wound.

Yu Wenyue finally reached out to Luo Zhong.

Luo Zhong understood, and handed Yu Wenyue a small box that was as black as iron and as smooth as oil.

Yu Wenyue took out a red pill inside, opened Nie Mingsong's mouth and poured it down for him, and Wei Heng ate the other one.

Nie Mingsong pinched his neck and wanted to vomit, but he couldn't vomit no matter what: "Yu Wenyue, what did you eat for me..."

Yu Wenyue wiped his hands clean, and said: "Gu of the Yue Kingdom, you and Wei Heng are alone."

Nie Mingsong looked at Yu Wenyue in shock: "You have such a vicious heart and such despicable methods!"

Yu Wenyue was unmoved, and explained: "Wei Heng is alive, you will be fine, and Wei Heng is dead, and you will feel the pain. In the same way, Wei Heng and you feel the same. So he is here to die. Yes, you will know exactly when you return to Zhen Country."

Nie Mingsong beat the ground angrily: "Yu Wenyue!"

He stretched out his hand to pinch his throat, trying in vain to dig out the Gu.

Yu Wenyue walked up to Wei Heng with a blank face, and kicked him hard. Wei Heng was in so much pain that he groaned.

Nie Mingsong immediately felt the pain of thousands of ants piercing his heart, biting his bones and scratching his liver. He fell to the ground and howled, unable to tell whether he was alive or dead.

"The Gu has taken effect, Luo Zhong, take Wei Heng away for treatment, and don't let him die."

After Luo Zhong took the man away, Yu Wenyue mentioned Nie Mingsong, with a cold tone: "You drove Mingzhu to a desperate situation, and even killed the king's son. It is my utmost benevolence to spare your life. I let you go back to Zhen If there is another change in the country of Zhen, Wei Heng doesn't have to live, and you can go to accompany him."

Nie Mingsong barely opened his eyes: "Why do you think I can do it?"

Yu Wenyue said: "That's your business. Anyway, King Zhen only has Wei Heng, a decent prince, and his life is in your hands now."

Nie Mingsong's eyes were red. He pinched Yu Wenyue's wrist with his bloody left thumb and index finger, and wailed in a ferocious voice: "Yu Wenyue, you are setting Zhen Guo on fire!"

Yu Wenyue said coldly: "This is what you did on your own."

After speaking, Yu Wenyue dropped him, turned around and left the dungeon.

Nie Mingsong leaned against the wall in despair, staring blankly at a certain point.

For the sake of Wei Heng's life, Zhen Guo may have to stop all plans with Yan Guo, but once he withdraws, he will offend Yan Guo in disguise.

Now Song Guo is also offended, Zhen Guo is caught in the middle, Zhen Guo, Zhen Guo...

Yu Wenyue, how could he be so vicious, so vicious!

Nie Mingsong wailed, crying out in despair.

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