The cold God of War Prince is passionate about the peasant wife

Daming Palace.

Sikong Yan gave a piece of smelly fruit to a young palace maid, who thanked her repeatedly.

"Is it delicious?" Sikong Yan sat in a high position and looked down at the little palace maid who was kneeling on the ground eating.

The little palace maid nodded repeatedly: "It's delicious! It's delicious! I have never tasted such a delicious and magical fruit."

Sikong Yan smiled: "It's delicious, then eat more. Those are all yours."

The little palace maid looked at the pile of stinky fruits that looked like a hill next to her, and kowtowed again and again happily.

The so-called smelly fruit is actually durian.

The little palace maid ate one piece after another. She finished two large durians in a row, and then she was so full that she couldn't eat any more.

"Did I ask you to stop?" From a high position, Sikong Yan said slowly: "Keep eating."

The little palace maid was stunned and continued eating in a hurry.

But when she ate the tenth big durian, the little palace lady felt nauseated and couldn't eat anymore.

"Prince, I really can't eat any more." The little palace maid kowtowed in fear.

Sikong Yan stood up suddenly and walked to the little palace maid, pinched her mouth open, grabbed the durian and stuffed it into her mouth: "I tell you to eat it, so you can eat it!"

The little palace maid struggled instinctively.

But she was like a weak little rabbit caught in Sikong Yan's hand. She had no resistance at all. He could only let Sikong Yan stuff piece after piece of durian meat into his mouth, and even the durian core was raw. Stuff it down.

The little palace maid was so stuffed that she couldn't help rolling her eyes. Finally, she kicked her legs and choked to death.

Sikong Yan threw her away in disgust: "It's useless."

The body of the little palace maid was just thrown to the ground.

She rolled her eyes, her mouth was full of durians, and until she died, her face was full of panic and pain.

Ayu knelt down in front of Sikong Yan with water in her hands and began to wash his hands respectfully.

Sikong Yan looked at the wall.

The majestic walls of this huge palace are covered with portraits. The number is shocking.

But the portraits all over the palace depict the same woman, and that is Lu Xiaowan.

Sikong Yan stared at Lu Xiaowan's portrait with enthusiasm and excitement in his eyes.

"Have you found my little beauty?" Sikong Yan walked to a portrait, carefully touched the corners of Lu Xiaowan's lips and eyebrows, and then kissed her deeply.

Behind him, A Leng knelt down and said, "This subordinate is incompetent and has not been found yet."

Sikong Yan's body suddenly froze, and he slowly turned around and stared at Ah Leng: "I said that if you can't find a little beauty, you will pay for it with your little sister."

[Not related to the main text: I wrote Ayu and A Leng wrong earlier. Sikong Yan should have asked A Leng to find Lu Xiaowan, but he couldn’t find A Leng’s younger sister. Excuse me. 】

Ah Leng stiffened and immediately knelt down on his knees: "This subordinate is incompetent. If the prince wants to punish me, punish me. No matter what punishment, I will be happy with it."

Sikong Yan rubbed the ring on his hand: "It would be boring to punish you!"

"Prince, please have mercy. Please forgive me and let my little sister go..." Ah Leng kowtowed so hard that his head was bleeding.

Sikong Yan's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw the blood on the ground, and he excitedly ordered someone to hang Aleng up. Ah Leng's hands were tied and hung in the hall.

Sikong Yan came to her, excitedly tore off her shoes and socks, then pulled out a dagger and cut each of Aleng's feet.

In an instant, bright red blood flowed down the toes and onto the ground.

"Ban, basin..." Sikong Yan shouted.

Suddenly he saw the basin he had just used to wash his hands. He immediately went up and poured the water in the basin, and then placed the basin neatly at Aleng's feet.

The bright red blood fell into the basin drop by drop.

Sikong Yan looked up at Aleng like a child: "Tell me, how much blood can a person have on his body?"

"The prince will have the answer soon." A Leng replied with the same expression, but her eyes relaxed.

At this time, Du Yizhi came in.

When he saw the scene in the palace, his expression froze, but only for a moment, and then he knelt down to salute respectfully.

"Mr. Ge, is everything going well? The Xiao family must be a rat that everyone wants to beat!" Sikong Yan rubbed his hands and looked at Du Yizhi expectantly.

Du Yizhi told the truth about today's situation: "The old minister is incompetent and the plan failed."

"Failed!" Sikong Yan chewed these three words,

Suddenly, he kicked the basin of blood towards Du Yizhi.

In an instant, bright red blood splashed all over his head and face.

However, Du Yizhi did not wipe it off, and kowtowed again respectfully: "It's the old minister who is incompetent. But the old minister promises that there will never be any mistakes in the next plan."

Sikong Yan tilted his head and stared at Du Yizhi, smiling and speaking word by word: "Mr. Ge, don't let me down again!"

"Yes!"

Sikong Yan asked: "What about the traitor?"

"The old minister has ordered someone to pick up Yuan Chong. He should be here soon." Du Yizhi said.

Sikong Yan slowly rubbed all the blood on his fingertips and said, "I hate traitors the most."

Soon, Yuan Chong was brought in.

Yuan Chong followed Xiao Jingzhong to the battlefield.

But even so, when he came in and saw Du Yizhi covered in blood, A Leng hanging up, and the dead body of the palace maid, he felt weak at the same time.

He knew that the prince of Jin Dynasty was cruel, but he didn't expect him to be so cruel.

Fortunately, he could exchange his life for the news about Owl Saburo.

Yuan Chong quickly knelt down respectfully.

But just as he was about to salute, his pupils suddenly shrank and his whole body froze.

how so? (End of chapter)