The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

Great Qin.

The well-trained soldiers of the three armies stood majestically on the training ground, and the high-flying flag rustled in the wind. The arrogance and arrogance were enough to demonstrate the greatness of the Great Qin Dynasty.

And all these officers and soldiers are ordered by one person——

Murong Canghai, King of the North Court.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The soldiers raised their spears high and shouted loudly, the murderous aura soaring into the sky spread in the air.

In the center of the training ground, above the blazing flames, there was an iron plate covered. When the iron plate was heated up, a piece of fat meat would be thrown on it, and there would be a whistling sound, and a plume of blue smoke would rise from the fat meat.

I saw that on the high platform, a man in green clothes was barefoot and forced to kneel on the ground on one knee. His long hair was disheveled and scattered behind his head, and he brushed his cheeks boringly and inadvertently. His handsome face was full of scars. There were stubble and welts, and a pair of stern eyes were bloodshot.

At this moment, he clenched his teeth, his face was full of humiliation, he hated, hated that arrogant and ruthless man so much, he did not kill him, but wanted to insult him like this.

Murong Canghai stood tall on the black steed, his cold and proud face was like a thousand years of ice, exuding a chilling chill.

Xuanyuan Qiche turned around, looked at him, and said, "Murong Canghai, you might as well kill me!"

The corners of Murong Canghai's cold and charming lips rose slightly, with a sly look on his face, he said, "Sixth Prince is such a talented person, how can I be willing to let you die so easily."

"You..." Xuanyuan Qiche's cheeks were flushed red, with a look of resentment on his face, but just as he was about to stand up, he was firmly held down by the guards who were escorting him. Thanks to his seven-foot man, he was also very heroic Galloping on the battlefield, he couldn't even straighten his knees.

"My lord, everything is ready!" A soldier came forward, knelt on one knee, clasped his fists, and said.

Murong Canghai raised his hand, but his expression was always indifferent.

"Get up!" The two burly soldiers who were escorting Xuanyuan Qiche immediately pulled him up and walked towards the training ground.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" The soldiers boiled up again, and all of them were seriously excited.

"Go down!" The escorting soldiers pushed hard, and Xuanyuan Qiche was pushed to the iron plate burning with flames underneath.

"Ah..." The iron plate was so hot that he immediately felt a burning pain in his feet, so he immediately jumped on one foot, and then switched to the other.

Thus, under the watchful eyes of the soldiers of the three armies, Xuanyuan Qiche, the majestic sixth prince, jumped up and down on the iron plate like a clown, extremely embarrassed.

"Hahahaha..." The audience roared with laughter, and the sound of ridicule almost drowned him.

Xuanyuan Qiche hated it so much!

These days, he has been tortured in different ways every day——

Yesterday, he was forced to paint his eyebrows, dress up as a military prostitute, and go down to the army to please the soldiers. Among them, some drunk soldiers really regarded him as a woman and beat him up, making him ashamed He wanted to die, but Murong Canghai sat on the high platform, watching coldly while drinking.

The day before yesterday, I don't know where to find a few people with broken sleeves. He was stripped of his clothes, revealing a strong body full of welts, and was coveted by these men and women!

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In short, every form of torture is playing with his dignity as much as possible.

He, Xuanyuan Qiche, has always been proud and arrogant. He thinks that he can stand shoulder to shoulder with Prince Zhou and is the most qualified person to inherit the throne. When did he suffer such humiliation!