Explosive favorite poisonous concubine: the black-bellied prince chases after his wife

Chapter 219 Torture Room
Shangguan Liangyue turned around after saying this, holding a long knife that was still dripping with blood, and the bright red flower tinsel on her cold jade-colored face was particularly alluring.

"On the day of my minister's wedding, the Crown Princess was attacked by a group of black-clothed masked thugs, and the gang of thugs at that time were quite similar to today's thugs. I request an order to personally interrogate Situ Zhenguan!"

Hua Qingli said to Emperor Xuan after receiving Shangguan Liangyue's gaze.

Emperor Xuan squinted his eyes slightly, looked at Situ Zhenguan for a while, and nodded in agreement.

Situ Zhenguan wanted to say something, but Lu Chengqing sealed the dumb acupoint with a fingertip.

He looked up at Lu Chengqing in astonishment, puzzled and angry.

Why not give him a chance to clarify!

However, after he looked up, he saw a sneer flashing across Lu Chengqing's lips.

Immediately froze!

He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly raised his head, staring at Lu Chengqing with eyes full of hatred.

Shangguan Liangyue was paying attention to Situ Zhenguan's every move at this moment, seeing that he suddenly turned his hateful eyes on Lu Chengqing, she couldn't help raising her eyebrows slightly.

"Your Majesty! None of the thugs in black will survive!"

After the guard counted the number of people, he reported to Emperor Xuan.

Emperor Xuan, who had been psychologically prepared for a long time, still felt regretful after hearing it.

If one or two survivors can be left alive, then today's matter will be clear.

But anyway, it would be good to find Situ Zhenguan, a monster.

Thinking of this, he waved his hand, looked up at the dark scourge that was still hanging high in the air, and his heart trembled.

After taking a deep breath, he hugged Shangguan Lianyue who was beside him, and walked towards Long Nian.

An Fu, who survived the catastrophe, glanced at Empress Queyang who was standing in a corner, and sighed inwardly.

After turning his head and nodding to the prince to thank him for saving his life, he followed Emperor Xuan to the dragon chariot.

Empress Queyang's face was pale, and her beautiful eyes that were no longer young looked coldly at Emperor Xuan who left with the beautiful woman in her arms, without saying a word.

Hua Qingcheng bit her lips tightly, her watery eyes looked coldly at the backs of her father and concubine Lian, and gently stroked the back of Queen Queyang with her hands, trying to comfort her mother's hurt heart.

Shangguan Liangyue's deep black eyes had a panoramic view of everything.

Hua Qingli was also displeased.

Walking to Shangguan Liangyue and the other three, blocking Empress Queyang's gaze from looking at Emperor Xuan, she smiled: "For the rest of my life after the catastrophe, from now on, I will treat the prince and concubine of my ministers kindly!"

After finishing speaking, she held Shangguan Liangyue's hand and raised her thin lips slightly.

Queen Queyang knew in her heart that her sons and daughters were reassuring herself, so she couldn't help but feel warmed up.

Looking at Shangguan Liangyue, she also liked it more and more.

……

The dark and damp torture room.

Situ Zhenguan's hands and feet were separated, and they were tied to the fine steel in a large font.

The shackles on his hands, ankles and wrists were made of fine steel and cold iron, which he couldn't break even with all his internal strength.

What's more, at this time, he has already injured his internal organs and has no strength.

After being drenched in water, he stayed in the cold and humid torture room in late autumn and winter, his teeth were chattering, and he remained silent.

Shangguan Liangyue pulled up a chair and sat about ten feet in front of him, looking at him coldly with a pair of black eyes as deep as an ancient pond.

"Who is the person behind who?"

Shangguan Liangyue's cold voice was like the eerie call of a ghost from hell, cold and without a trace of popularity.

Situ Zhenguan's hands, ankles and wrists were bloody from being strangled, but there were not many traumas on his body.

Hearing Shangguan Liangyue's question, my heart turned cold.

Spitting out a mouthful of clear phlegm, he sneered coldly: "Shangguan Liangyue, you know who is the disaster star, you framed me like this just to cover up the fact that you are a witch, I, Situ Zhenguan, did not assassinate Your Majesty, moreover Did not attract disaster star!"

Shangguan Liangyue sneered, looked at him indifferently, her black pupils became colder and colder: "Situ Zhenguan, there are no spies from His Majesty here, and no one else will come here again. Acting should be done in moderation. So, do you want to recruit or not?" Recruited?"

(End of this chapter)