Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Dong Gongzi took a look at her and Leng Lintian, and said inscrutablely, "Of course, princess."

Leng Jiaren was a little happy, and glanced at Leng Lintian. With so many soldiers protecting them and all carrying weapons, they didn't have to be afraid of those cloaked men.

Dong Gong Ziche's eyes fell back to Gong Zihua's wounds, seeing him standing in such a strange posture, he also expected that his injuries were not clear.

Otherwise, with Gong Zihua's personality, if he couldn't escape, he would struggle in all kinds of ways, so how could he be obediently captured.

He called his subordinates and asked them to control the unmanned train and change his route so that he would go straight forward, stop at the low-level towns he passed, and drive directly to the nearest middle-level town.

Another 4 soldiers were called to carry Gong Zihua onto the train. Although the movements were very gentle, it still hurt Gong Zihua.

Moving up and down like this, he~mother~ wants to die already!

The originally empty carriage was full because of the influx of these soldiers.

Donggong Ziche took a few personal attendants and Gong Zihua into another compartment... Fortunately, he brought a doctor with him in case of emergency, but the medicines he carried were limited.

Donggong Ziche suddenly reached out and tore off the robe on him with force.

Gong Zihua was originally in neutral, wearing only a pair of underwear, sitting there, the whole person was in a state of wanting to swear.

The originally fair skin was covered with scars, whipped, scalded, cut by daggers, and swollen from kicks.

Donggong Ziche's eyes dimmed suddenly, and a terrible storm blew up in his eyes.

Gong Zihua looked at him in embarrassment, and shook his fist violently: "Get out of here!"

I would rather hurt the joints of my whole body than see this hypocritical man face in front of him.

Dong Gongzi stopped his powerless fist and pressed his hand down: "You still move around, are you dying?"

"My life and death have something to do with you?"

"Of course, your life is mine...I don't agree, how can you die?"

"Donggong Ziche, don't fucking disgust me!"

"Aren't you reconciled if you don't torment yourself for a day, and when you don't hurt yourself all over."

Gong Zihua struggled violently and breathed a sigh of relief, her face was pale, the burn scar on her thigh was badly wounded, and thick water was still flowing.

In addition, there were many gaps on his body, some of which were torn to the point of bleeding.

Donggong Ziche wanted to hold him down, but found that there was nowhere to go.

Gong Zihua raised her leg and kicked towards Gong Zihua's hip bone with a few kicks.

Dong Gongzi said coldly: "Hurry up and give him a sedative!"

The doctor on the side hurriedly nodded and leaned forward, opened the lid of the medicine box, and pushed the medicine into the needle tube.

Dong Gongzi held his shoulders and let his feet kick on the ground, frowning: "When will you change your temper? If you stay by my side, you won't have to suffer."

Gong Zihua stared at him angrily, and suddenly felt that his arm was being pricked by a needle, and cold liquid entered his veins.

I was given a tranquilizer with a stun effect...

The medicine was very effective, and Gong Zihua soon felt weak, and his eyes began to drowsy, unable to droop.

Seeing that he finally calmed down, Dong Gongzi straightened up, took off his hat, and there was a fine layer of sweat on his forehead.

He coldly ordered all the people in Milan Town to clear the place and not let anyone go.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Dong Gongziche looked at the burn scar on Gong Zihua's thigh, and his face became even more gloomy.