Transformed into a vicious concubine? Being led by the eldest sister is annoying

Call everyone into the room.

Bai Qianqian explained the situation.

No one objected.

The prince was poisoned, and they were worried.

If the fourth young lady hadn't insisted, they would definitely have gone with her.

After everything was arranged, Bai Qianqian, Bai Jinyan, Qingyan and Mo Liu got on the carriage and left.

The two were not worried at all about Qi Mu and others sending food and medicinal materials back to the capital.

After all, there are people from the escort agency.

Moreover, Qi Mu and others are all very skilled in martial arts.

Unless you meet a group of people as powerful as Mo Liu.

Otherwise, that would be seeking death!

In the carriage, Bai Qianqian's face was full of worry.

Bai Jinyan sighed and advised, "Don't worry. The fact that King Chen has sent a message here shows that the Mobei army dare not act rashly for the time being."

This is the truth, but Bai Qianqian can't help but worry.

Border.

The commander's tent.

Mo Si walked in excitedly holding the carrier pigeon.

King Dust sat cross-legged on the ground.

He glanced at her with cold eyes, and there was some fluctuation in them.

The voice is very hoarse.

"A letter from the capital?"

Mo Si nodded repeatedly. Although his face was pale, he could not hide the light in his eyes.

He handed the carrier pigeon to King Dust.

King Chen reached out and took the letter from the pigeon's leg.

His face suddenly turned ugly.

He raised his hand and hit the table.

Snapped!

The mahogany table was broken apart in an instant.

Scattered on the ground.

Looking at this scene, Mo Si was completely stunned.

what happened?

Your Majesty is so popular!

Could something have happened to the fourth young lady?

But he didn't dare ask.

He could only look at his master anxiously.

After a long while, King Chen regained his composure.

He waved at Mo Si and said, "Go out."

Mo Si walked out of the tent with a puzzled look on his face.

In the tent, Xie Mochen looked at the letter and took a deep breath.

He murmured, "Qianqian, what should I do with you?"

He knew very well that he couldn't move now.

This place has been watched by spies from Mobei.

If we send someone to pick him up, it will definitely alert the Mobei army.

Bai Qianqian will be in greater danger.

It was he who was careless.

I shouldn't have sent the message back to the capital.

Xie Mochen closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was murderous intent in his eyes.

After coming out of the tent, he went to the tent where the human traffickers were held.

This tent is different from the others.

Layer upon layer of soldiers guarding it.

Although the soldiers' faces were pale, their eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Seeing King Chen coming, everyone shouted loudly.

"Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty!"

"..."

Xie Mochen waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to shout.

After passing through three layers of soldiers, we finally arrived at the door of the tent.

A pair of bony fingers opened the curtain and walked in.

The smell in the tent was terrible.

It smells of blood and feces and urine.

More of a sweaty smell.

The various smells intertwined together make people feel nauseous.

There were six people imprisoned in the tent.

All of them were hung up and their hands and feet were tied with chains.

There were wounds all over his body.

There is not a single piece of intact skin.

Even his face was covered with marks of burns from Luo Tie.

It looks like a tent from the outside.

It's actually a small prison cell.

There are all kinds of torture instruments.

Mo Si was inside directing his men to torture people.

Seeing King Dust coming in, he hurried over.

"Your Majesty, these people are very stubborn and we can't get any information out of them."

When he said this, Mo Si's eyes were filled with guilt.

Xie Mochen waved his hand, "It's okay. The Mobei army won't have the courage to attack within this month."

The meaning is obvious, they still have a month.

He slowly walked towards the two obviously taller men.

The two men were hung up, their bodies covered with whip wounds.

There were new wounds and old wounds, and blood was oozing out.

When they saw King Chen coming, there was struggle in their eyes.

Xie Mochen just stood in front of the two of them.

There was shock in both of their eyes.

Aren’t King Chen’s legs crippled?

To be able to stand.

They saw clearly that King Dust walked in.

The message is wrong!

This was the first thought that came to their minds.

Unfortunately, the message could not be delivered.

The four people they had buried in the army have all been exposed.

Mo Si moved a chair over.

Xie Mochen walked over slowly and sat down.

He looked at Mo Si and ordered, "Torture him."

Mo Si hummed, walked over, picked up the long whip with barbs placed on the torture instrument, and hit one of them hard.

clap clap clap...

The sound of the whip was so loud.

A series of muffled groans were heard.

Every time the whip hit him, flesh came out of him.

The blood was flowing down.

The people around could only close their eyes.

I don't want to see my brother being tortured.

After being whipped twenty times in a row, the man fainted.

Mr. Mo Si never stopped.

After beating him with thirty lashes, he brought a basin of water and poured it over him.

The man woke up immediately.

Looking at King Chen's ugly face, he laughed.

"King Chen... don't... waste your energy... you won't... get... any information!"

This person would pause for a long time after speaking.

It can be seen that his body is very weak.

Xie Mochen raised his eyebrows and laughed, "Jin Hai, you can handle it, Jin He can handle it, but can the four of them handle it?"

As Xie Mochen pointed at the other four people, both Jin Hai and Jin He looked extremely ugly.

There was anger and unwillingness in his eyes.

Seeing that the two were silent, Xie Mochen took out a white porcelain bottle from his sleeve.

Looked at Mo Si.

Mo Si hurried over and took the porcelain bottle with his bloody hands.

Waiting for King Chen's orders.

Xie Mochen's eyes were like cold stars, deep and cold, as if they could penetrate a person's soul.

He smiled with the corners of his lips curled up, "Give this poison to one of you to eat, don't take it with your hands."

"Yes!" Mo Si carefully took the porcelain bottle and went to the other four people hanging.

Although Mo Si was surprised at the poison the prince brought out, he did not show it on his face.

All of them had been poisoned before.

If the prince had not taken out the antidote and dissolved it in the water, they would all have died.

Almost all of the 400,000-strong army was wiped out.

What a life-saving grace this is.

Although there are still residual poisons in their bodies, and a lot of them.

But there is no longer any danger to life.

Isn't it just general weakness and exhaustion?

Isn't it just coughing up blood from time to time?

Not dead anyway.

Mo Si stood in front of a man and tore off a piece of cloth from him.

He wrapped one hand with cloth and then opened the porcelain bottle.

A black pill everywhere.

He took a step forward, pinched the man's chin, and slapped the poison into his mouth, looking at him with horror.

The man immediately began to struggle.

Unfortunately, my hands were tied and it was of no use.

Instead, he swallowed the poison.

His face suddenly turned deathly gray.

Mo Si chuckled and threw the cloth in his hand to the ground.

Took two steps back.

The next moment, the man began to twist his body.

It was obvious that the poison had taken effect.

There was a cruel smile in Mo Si's eyes!