Zhao An was now just a piece of dog skin plaster that couldn't be shaken off even if it was hung on his leg. Luo Qingshuang sighed and motioned to the eunuchs to leave.
The palace door slowly closed, and she scolded: "Have you touched me enough and you still won't let me go?"
Only then did Zhao An let go of her long legs, but was kicked to the ground by her, causing him to almost lose his breath from the pain.
Luo Qingshuang squatted in front of her, touched her head with her slender hands, and muttered, "Dog, dog, you have to learn a lesson this time. Don't betray the Ai family."
The head is the gathering of all Yangs, the sect of the Five Elements!
When she touched his head like this, Zhao An wanted to give her a big mouth, but he could only endure it under the roof, thinking that your whole family is a dog! Sooner or later, I will deal with you!
"Are you not convinced?"
Luo Qingshuang was dissatisfied and called the eunuch again, "Take him and beat him with fifty imperial sticks."
"Here!"
Several young eunuchs pounced on him like vicious dogs, picked up Zhao An and walked out. "
I’m convinced, I’m convinced!
Zhao An struggled in vain, gritting his teeth and glaring at Luo Qingshuang, while she stood in the palace with a dull expression, showing no intention of taking back her life.
In the blink of an eye, Zhao An was pinned down on the bench and beaten with fifty sticks!
Because a eunuch was killed last time, so now this group of eunuchs is particularly vicious.
Zhao An gritted his back molars, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he secretly remembered their appearance.
By the time the execution was over, Zhao An could barely feel his buttocks. Fortunately, the original owner also had ninth-level strength, so he could barely stand up without the help of the eunuchs.
The little eunuchs looked at each other, as if they knew they had made a mistake, and they all lowered their heads and remained silent.
Zhao An limped two steps and felt that he had nowhere to vent his anger, so he turned back and glared at Cining Palace.
This hawk-like look, coupled with the ferocious pale face, is really a bit scary.
A group of eunuchs by the wall all knelt down on the ground, dripping with cold sweat.
Finally, Zhao An locked onto Luo Qingshuang and sneered three times.
Old witch, just wait for me!
It would be unworthy of a gentleman not to take revenge for this, and I will let you have a taste of it next!
After saying harsh words in his heart, Zhao An clutched his buttocks and left Cining Palace tremblingly.
Watching the figure go away, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of Luo Qingshuang's mouth.
The Hall of Nourishing Heart.
Zhao An fell down as soon as he entered the door. He heard the empress' nervous call in his ears. Unfortunately, he was so dizzy that he couldn't open his eyes.
I don't know how long I slept for.
Zhao An dreamed of the broken memory of the original owner again.
For example, playing with a little girl at the beach, or painting a beautiful and gentle woman in the garden, her smile is full of love.
Zhao An looked at the familiar charcoal sketch in his hand and wanted to get closer to the beautiful woman in the pavilion, but he couldn't touch her no matter what.
"You lazy boy, get up quickly, or you'll be late for morning class..."
"Forget it, since we're late, let's sneak out and play! Don't get caught by the teacher!"
The picture flashed, and the familiar and childish girl's voice echoed in my mind.
Zhao An was completely immersed in the memory fragments of the original owner. All he could see was a yellowing scene. There was only the back of the little girl in brocade clothes, with her cute double tails swinging back and forth.
Zhao An was just pulled by her, pushing away the rockery in the garden, entering the dark corridor, and then walked through the curved corridor to a place outside the city where birds were singing and flowers were fragrant, and he accompanied her to catch fish for barbecue.
"Brother, when I grow up, I want to be a female general! Serve the country like my father!"
The girl spoke with a childish voice.
Zhao An was speechless, what a pity, she will destroy Daxia in the future, what a trick of fate.
And still seeing her face, the whole person seemed to be wrapped up in the torrent of memory, and he could only be a spectator.
The picture flashed, and the dark corridor was still in front of me. This was the way home.
Suddenly, a blood-stained figure stumbled towards me. It must be a maid. She screamed miserably: "Two young masters, run away! Many Jianghu people are killing people in the house, and they are all dead!"
Her scream was like a curse. Zhao An felt dizzy and said in a confused voice: "Take your sister and leave. I want to find my parents."
Zhao An wanted to push the little girl away, but she suddenly stretched out her white little hand and said pitifully: "Brother, you must live and don't leave me alone."
"I promise."
"Hook."
The two little hands were put together.
Immediately following the memory, I walked out of the rockery secret passage and saw a fire rising into the sky. The maids fell in a pool of blood. There were corpses everywhere. Those twisted ghost figures had red eyes and laughed wildly, killing everyone they saw.
Zhao An picked up a knife and rushed towards the main house.
Along the way, he cut the knife to the curling edge and rushed to the mansion, where he saw a man and a woman standing together.
The beautiful woman cried and hugged her, and then someone broke in. The young general held a knife and grabbed the little girl who was supposed to escape with one hand. He threw her to the ground and stepped on her face. Squeeze, and then stretch out your hand here, as if asking for something.
The little girl's face was still blurry, but the blood stained the floor. She cried miserably: "Brother, save me!"
One sentence made the hatred in Zhao An's heart hysterical, and then a shadow like a true fairy appeared, and blood flowed wherever the fly whisk went. Zhao An took the opportunity to hide in the corridor with the little girl again, like two trembling little mice.
I don’t know how long it took, but the little girl said, “Brother, I’m hungry.”
Zhao An nodded and asked her to wait here.
The memory left the corridor, the palace was reduced to ashes, the main hall was dark and collapsed, and two charred corpses lay in the ruins.
Zhao An's emotions at this moment were indescribably depressed. He returned to the corridor in a daze and found that the little girl was missing.
"Hey, wake up--"
"Wake up."
A familiar voice came over.
On the dragon bed, Zhao An suddenly opened his eyes. The empress was beside him. Her expression was indescribably haggard, "How are you feeling?"
Zhao An shook his head and subconsciously touched his face, his hands full of tears.
Was it the memory of the original owner just now?
That scene should be the scene of the champion lord's family being wiped out. Everyone died tragically, and his sister disappeared...
That young general is the King of Chu.
He trampled the little girl under his feet, so vicious and cruel.
The more Zhao An thought about it, the angrier he became, and finally he was trembling all over. He wished he could pick up a sword, rush into the Chu Palace and cut him to death with a thousand knives!
But the reason is still there, so we can't do this and must plan something.
Zhao An tried his best to suppress the murderous intention and anger in his heart, and smiled at the empress. Suddenly he felt a severe pain in his butt, and then he remembered that he had been beaten by Luo Qingshuang.
Damn it, Luo Qingshuang, King Chu, the royal family should all die!
"You have been in coma for two days. I never thought that the Queen Mother would be so cruel." The empress brought the soup and fed it with her own hands.
Zhao An endured the pain and sat up, not wanting to trouble him, and casually asked if anything else had happened in the past two days.
The empress said: "The head of a noble family was killed. I don't know who did it, but they found the real culprit themselves."
