Hard to be a good wife

In the dark dungeon, two embarrassed figures huddled together in a corner.

The cell door unlocked with a click, and the two raised their heads in horror, shrinking further and further into the corner.

Whipping the whip in one hand, Wang Dingjun walked in slowly, staring at the two with cold eyes.

"You guys are tough enough. You haven't opened your mouth for several days. It seems that you are desperate for death." Wang Dingjun squatted down in front of the two men, and picked up the chin of one of them with a whip.

Because he was afraid that they would bite their tongues and kill themselves, Wang Dingjun removed their jaws. At this time, the other party was drooling, with panic in his grim expression.

They failed in the assassination that day, and going back would be a dead end, the two of them thought together and wanted to escape far away, but they were arrested by the people of the Prince's Mansion before they left the city gate.

As professional assassins, they have already failed because they are afraid of death, so naturally they won't fail enough to confess their messenger.

If the old county king didn't even have this confidence, he wouldn't have sent the two of them.

"That's enough. You two rats made me stay in this damn place for several days. I think it's better to give you one." Wang Dingjun's subordinates exerted force, and a bloody hole appeared in the opponent's chin immediately.

"Have you ever heard of the name of the miraculous doctor of the crown princess?" No matter whether the other party could answer or not, Wang Dingjun said to himself: "I heard that our crown princess not only has excellent medical skills, but also knows every part of the human body like the back of his hand.

What is Ling Chi, our concubine can peel off the human skin completely, alive, and let that person watch. "

Ignoring the horrified eyes of the two, Wang Dingjun said to himself: "You don't believe it? Or are you not afraid? Well, change it, you know that the princess is best at using knives?" Wang Dingjun glanced at the limping assassin pitifully, "The thin knife cuts open people's stomachs easily, and then, he will take out your internal organs one by one, write some words on them, and then put them back exactly.

Do you think this is the end?Of course not..." Wang Dingjun said with a sinister smile, "After these moved viscera grow back together, they are said to be like pieces of paper, and they will hurt every few days. How do you describe the pain?Anyway, I haven't tried it and I can't say it, but it will definitely make life worse than death.

The dungeon in the prince's mansion is very strong, and it is absolutely no problem to lock people up for 50 to [-] years. I will not kill you, but let you spend the rest of your life here happily, what do you think? "

The two assassins shook their heads in unison. They were afraid of death, but they were even more afraid that life would be worse than death. If they had a choice, they would rather die than endure all kinds of torture.

"I really don't know what you are insisting on? Could it be that the other party will send someone to rescue you if you don't tell the mastermind behind the scenes? Don't be too naive, you deserve to die if you fail the mission, even if the other party knows that you are in the Prince's Mansion, there is nothing the other party can do."

"Don't feel that you are disloyal. You are going to die anyway. Shouldn't you choose an easier way to die?"

"Don't waste your words..." one of the assassins said inarticulately.

"That's right..." Wang Dingjun nodded and stood up, "Then let's greet you in another way."

Walking out of the dungeon, listening to the heart-piercing screams behind him, Wang Dingjun sighed, His Highness only gave him five days, what should we do.

All the way back to the front yard with a dark face, Wang Dingjun ran into Zhang Chun who was about to go out, and couldn't help but grabbed his collar and asked, "Where is the young master going?"

Zhang Chun rolled his eyes, "It's none of your business?"

"Young Master's mouth is so dirty, I really admire it, but I don't know where you learned this etiquette. Shouldn't you greet your old master when you see him?"

Zhang Chun looked at him with a sneer, "You also said it was the old days, it's all old calendars, why do you still remember?"

Wang Dingjun stared at his fair and delicate face, wanting to pinch it with his hands. This kid has been eating well recently. After a year, he has not only grown taller but also much whiter. With this demeanor and gait, he looks like a Dude rich kids.

"What's young master up to lately? It seems to be radiant." Wang Dingjun did the math, this kid will be 12 soon, and he can get married in a year.

Given how kind the princess is to him, she might choose a virtuous lady for him, right?

Zhang Chun smiled modestly: "I'm so busy, how can I compare to you, the big celebrity next to His Royal Highness, I heard that I recently received a mission, why do you still have time to hang around here?"

Of course Wang Dingjun wouldn't tell him, he came out to breathe because there was no progress, "Young master's eyes are not very good, I was going out to do some errands, and I happened to meet you, so I stopped to say a few words."

Wang Dingjun's expression of "I'm talking to you is to save you face" made Zhang Chun's teeth itch with hatred.

Why did he want to kick this bastard as soon as he saw him?

"I heard that His Highness the Crown Prince only gave a five-day deadline. I hope that Brother Wang will not be unable to do so. It is a small punishment and a big loss of face. I also heard that Brother Hu really wants to return to His Highness the Crown Prince's side as a bodyguard. If he comes back , Tsk tsk, I'm afraid your status will be lost."

This is too true. Compared with Wang Dingjun, Prince Zhao must have more trust in Hu Jinpeng, but Wang Dingjun is not a fool. Return to the prince's side as a bodyguard?

Even if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince agrees to the king, he will not agree.

"Are you trying to sow discord between me and General Hu?" Wang Dingjun didn't expect this kid to be quite vicious, so why don't you see him?

"Hehe, Brother Wang is worrying too much." Zhang Chun shrugged and said with guilt, "I still have something to do, excuse me." Then he led his people away.

Wang Dingjun frowned, this kid is only 12 years old, how could he be so calm?And I heard that he has made a fortune recently, and even the princess admires his way of making money.

Now many servants in the Prince's Mansion are eager to serve the young master. It is said that the young master is very generous. He bought a horse for his personal servant a few days ago and said it was for him to play with. Knowing that a horse can cost more than ten or even dozens of gold to buy.

Wang Dingjun really wants to say with emotion: Money can make ghosts turn the clock. Is this kid used to being poor when he was a child, so he has a special attachment to money?

"That's right, money can turn ghosts, so why waste your energy on two dying people?" Wang Dingjun thought, as long as he had enough gold and silver, he could mobilize the people of Yecheng to find clues for him.

Those two assassins didn't appear out of nowhere, they must have to eat, drink, and walk along the road, not to mention that it was broad daylight, and they didn't hide their faces in the crowd. clue.

No matter what he said, Wang Dingjun went back to his room to withdraw his private money, and left the house with two hands.

He is the son of the majestic city lord, and in terms of financial resources, he is not much weaker than Zhongyonghou.

Things quickly progressed, and on the fifth day, Wang Dingjun put a piece of investigation material in front of Prince Zhao.

Prince Zhao finished flipping through it quickly, frowned and asked, "Is it a scholar raised by the eldest prince's mansion?"

"Yes, these two have been with the eldest prince for many years, and they rarely show up after that, so few people know them."

"Didn't the eldest prince go to the ancestral temple and voluntarily pray for his father and the people?" At the beginning, the Southern Jin king punished him for a month of confinement at the ancestral temple, but the eldest prince did not come back after a month. Continue to reflect on the wall of the ancestral temple, and pray to the father and the people by the way, bless his father and the people to live a long life, and bless the people of the Southern Jin Dynasty to live in good health.

After the news got out, everyone's impression of the eldest prince became much better, and the matter of his jealousy in Heyue Tower was forgotten by everyone.

"This is strange. The ancestral temple is not any other place where people can come and go freely. How did he instruct the people in the mansion to do things in such a far away place?"

It stands to reason that even the waiters are not allowed to go there.

Wang Dingjun was also a little puzzled, "Or, is there anyone in the eldest prince's mansion who can make the decision?"

Prince Zhao nodded, it seemed that this reason was more reasonable.

"Continue to investigate, Wang Zixu is nothing to worry about, but if there are other people doing things in secret, we can deal with it quickly."

"Here." Wang Dingjun heaved a sigh of relief after going out, and finally passed this level. I don't know if the kid will be disappointed when he finds out.

He laughed softly, and then realized that he was angry because of a child, his face changed drastically, he scolded himself through gritted teeth, and continued to investigate the case.

In fact, he also doubted the old county king, knowing that he has close contacts with the eldest prince, but no matter what you think, when you go to the eldest prince, he will entrust all the scholars in the mansion to him, so this name is only a little bit before he forgets it. up.