The sturdy favorite concubine: the remnant king is coming to the bowl

Chapter 208 Behavior Worse than Animals

What Xuanyuan Mochen didn't expect was that Feng Qianya didn't just let him live in the woodshed.

As soon as he entered the firewood room, he frowned from the smoke. In addition to a simple wooden bed that was only big enough for one person to lie on, there were two dung buckets in the firewood room, which were said to be specially prepared for him.

Xuanyuan Mochen's blue veins popped out on his forehead, his handsome eyebrows were tightly frowned, his face was livid, he stared at the two human excrement buckets placed in front of the bed, and roared angrily: "Take these...for this king to take away."

Fengying heard the words, held her breath, frowned and said: "Prince, Wangfei said that if you order someone to take it away, she will take it away."

Xuanyuan Mochen gritted his teeth angrily, and clenched his big white hands into fists. Damn it, is she sure about him like this?
His coquettish phoenix pupils narrowed slightly, and the light brown pupils were filled with anger continuously. His sharp eyes shot at Fengying, and he said with a livid face, "Go let her...come to see this king."

Feng Ying continued to nod, and said solemnly: "Report to the prince, the princess will leave the mansion after giving orders to her subordinates."

"What?" Xuanyuan Mochen made a rattling sound with his clenched hands, a thick haze shrouded his handsome face, his fire-breathing phoenix eyes narrowed into a line, "Go...give her to... This king is back..."

"Yes!" Fengying saw their lord's face livid and furious, and responded repeatedly, afraid of being hit by a palm, he immediately ran out of the firewood room.

And Xuanyuan Mochen sat in the stinking woodshed angrily, held his breath, sat cross-legged, and recuperated.

He must recover as soon as possible, otherwise, he is really afraid that Feng Qianya will go to Nafu if she says what she says.

Feng Qianya left the palace in a carriage, but she was going in the direction of King Xun's palace.

"Miss, what are we going to Xun Wang's mansion for?" Tong'er, who was also sitting in the carriage, looked at Feng Qianya in puzzlement and asked.

Feng Qianya's slender Cuiyu, who had her eyes closed, trembled slightly, and slowly opened her eyes, with a slight smile on her lips, "Of course I want to see if the Duck King is crazy..."

Speaking of this, she raised her eyes and looked at Tong'er and said: "You don't have to accompany me into King Xun's mansion in a while, wait for me outside the mansion, if I don't come out after half an hour, you don't have to wait for me, go back to the mansion first go, understand?"

Tong'er nodded lightly, "Understood."

Xunwang Mansion
Since Xuanyuan Yihong's four fingers were cut off by Feng Qianya last time, he has become more and more addicted to drinking and sex all day long. He doted on the figure of a certain servant girl.

His behavior has reached the point where he is not as good as a beast.

The maids in the palace were forcibly raped by him and ruined their innocence. If they made him unhappy, they would be beaten to death with sticks and thrown into mass graves, or sent to be military prostitutes.

At this time, he was pampering a maid who served him tea in the palace garden.

His crazy ravages had already made the servant girl faint to death with a pale face.

But his eyes were red and bloodthirsty, and there was a fierce smile on his lips. He hated women, women all over the world, and he wanted to destroy all women and make them miserable.

His bloodthirsty eyes shot out a thick hatred, and he crazily made moves that were inferior to animals on the servant girl who had already passed out.

At this time, the housekeeper of the palace came with his head down, never looking at Xuanyuan Yihong's behavior as a beast, and said in a low voice: "My lord, Princess Shengqing is here, she is outside the mansion."

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Yihong suddenly stopped his crazy actions, shot bloodthirsty eyes at the steward, and asked with deep hatred: "Who do you think is here?"

The butler kept his head down, and replied again: "Reporting to the lord, it is Princess Shengqing."

"Feng Qianya..." Xuanyuan Yihong's bloodthirsty eyes were filled with intense hatred, he gritted his teeth and shouted the word Feng Qianya, he hated her, hated her to the bone, it was she who ruined him, it was her It was all caused by her that brought him to where he is today, and he wished he could tear her body into pieces and turn her into ashes.

Even so, it can't solve the hatred in his heart. He wants to destroy her, torture her severely, and make her want to live or die.

He said in a stern voice: "Go and let her in, I want to see, what exactly is she here for?"

"Yes!" The butler immediately retreated in response.

"Come here, chop her up for this king to feed to the dogs." Xuanyuan Yihong's bloodthirsty eyes cast a ruthless glance at the fainted maid who was tortured by him, and said fiercely.

After he finished speaking, more than a dozen black-clothed men appeared in all directions of the garden, all of whom were highly skilled in martial arts, responsible for secretly protecting him.

Two of the men in black stepped forward and dragged the fainted maid away.

"All of you are well hidden by this king. If Feng Qianya finds out, this king will make you die." Xuanyuan Mochen said, looking at the remaining dozen or so men in black.

"Yes!" A dozen men in black responded in unison, and then hid themselves.

Xuanyuan Yihong straightened his robe with one hand, sat on a round marble stool, and waited for Feng Qianya to come.

When he saw Feng Qianya in a concubine-colored long dress with a smile like a flower coming with the butler, the hatred in his bloodthirsty eyes became even stronger, and he wished he could tear Feng Qianya to pieces right away. But he won't let her die so easily, he wants to torture her, torture her severely.

After being made into a mess by Feng Qianya a few times before, notorious and not as good as a beast, Xuanyuan Yihong already knew how to deal with her in front of her.

He sat quietly, waiting for Feng Qianya to come to him, and then asked in a cold voice: "What are you doing here? You think you didn't hurt me enough, so you came to take my life."

Feng Qianya raised her eyebrows and squinted at Xuanyuan Yihong, who was full of hatred for her. His bloodthirsty gaze did not frighten her at all, and a beautiful smile appeared on the corner of her lips. She sat down on him very calmly. opposite.

Playing with her slender fingers, she looked up at Xuanyuan Yihong, and the smile on her lips became more and more seductive, "Who said I came to kill you? I'm just here to ask questions. The poison my baby suffered three years ago is related to you." , don't you? I want to know who the ghost-faced man is? What's your relationship with him? How can I find him?"

Seeing that Feng Qianya came to ask him about Xuanyuan Mochen's poisoning, Xuanyuan Yihong stared at him fiercely with his bloodthirsty eyes, with a mocking smile on his lips, "Hehe...that trash asked you to ask This king's? Why do you think this king will tell you, Feng Qianya, this king can't wait to tear you into pieces. You ruined this king...you ruined this king..."

Xuanyuan Yihong said in a fierce and resentful tone, stood up suddenly, strangled Feng Qianya's neck with one hand in a frenzy, and stared at her full of hatred, which he hated so much but how many times in the night A haunted face.

Looking at Xuanyuan Yihong who seemed to be going crazy, Feng Qianya showed no trace of fear, she was extremely calm, and the smile on her lips became more and more seductive, "I want Jiu Xueluo's antidote."

Xuanyuan Yihong's bloodthirsty eyes stared at her fiercely, and the hand that grabbed her neck was gradually tightened, with strong hatred, he said through gritted teeth: "Why should I give you the antidote? If you dare to ask this king for an antidote, you are not afraid of death?"

Feng Qianya, whose face was flushed red from being pinched, narrowed her almond eyes slightly, and the strong suffocation made her frown, but she still looked at Xuanyuan Yihong who hated her deeply without a trace of fear, "Duck... ...King, you have no intention of...killing me, you just want to...torture me, why do you waste your energy?"

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Yihong gave her a fierce look with his bloodthirsty eyes, then let go of his hand, and instead pinched her jaw roughly, with a strong chill and hostility emanating from his slightly narrowed eyes, " Feng Qianya, you are right, I won’t kill you for the time being, I just want to torture you, torture you severely, if you want the antidote for Jiu Xueluo, stay in the Xunwang Mansion, and wait for this king to torture you enough Now, I'll give you the antidote."

Feng Qianya raised her eyebrows, the smile on her lips bloomed like a lotus flower, she pulled Xuanyuan Yihong's hand that was pinching her chin, sat upright, raised Erlang's legs and said in a flat voice, "Xuanyuan Yihong, I'm not here Please, will you give me the antidote or tell me how to find the ghost-faced man, you choose."

"Feng Qianya, do you think you can easily deal with this king? Now that you have come to your door, how can this king let you go easily?" Xuanyuan Yihong looked at Feng Qianya fiercely. After finishing speaking, he shouted loudly: "Come on, take her down."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dozen men in black who were hiding in the dark stabbed Feng Qianya with swords from all directions.

Seeing this, Feng Qianya raised her lips and smiled, turned her wrist, and shot a silver needle at Xuanyuan Yihong.

And Xuanyuan Yihong didn't investigate for a while, was shot, and stood there unable to move.

Feng Qianya called out the Red Luan Sword, jumped in front of the immobile Xuanyuan Yihong, and pressed the tip of the Red Luan Sword against his neck.

She exerted lightly, and Xuanyuan Yihong's neck was blood red.

Seeing Feng Qianya holding Xuanyuan Yihong hostage, the dozen or so men in black stood where they were, looking at Feng Qianya vigilantly, not daring to make any moves.

Sensing a pain in his neck, Xuanyuan Yihong's eyes were extremely bloodthirsty, and he roared angrily: "Feng Qianya, if you kill this king, you will never get the antidote for Jiuxueluo, Jiuxueluo is not an ordinary poison , without a special antidote, it is impossible to remove all the poison, even if he is poisoned by Jiu Xueluo, he will go crazy, during the time you have been with Xuanyuan Mochen, have you never seen him go crazy?"

Hearing Xuanyuan Yihong's words, Feng Qianya was slightly taken aback, no wonder Xuanyuan Mochen went crazy, it turned out that it was also because of this dove blood.

Her chilling eyes shot at Xuanyuan Yihong, with a coquettish Manzhushahua smudged between her brows, and she spoke sharply, "Just because my baby is the King of War with outstanding military exploits, you are afraid that he will inherit the throne in the future, so you plan to poison him ,Yeah?"

Hearing what Feng Qianya said, Xuanyuan Yihong looked at her fiercely, and said without any concealment: "So what? No matter how high his achievements are, he is also my king's younger brother. This throne should belong to me. Now that he is a disabled person, it is impossible for my father to pass on the throne to him. There is one more thing, this king is not afraid to tell you that my father knew that the paralysis of his legs was related to this king three years ago, and my father did not To blame this king, and to pass on the throne to this king, is enough to prove that the father thinks highly of this king."

(End of this chapter)