Delicious Lady: Lord Wolf, please enter the urn

Chapter 195
"Tsk tsk, my father-in-law is really generous. This plum brew is at least 8 years old."

Man Yue took a sip of the wine, and the hot|spicy taste spread out in his taste buds. In an instant, the humidity in the cell was dispelled, and his whole body became warmer.

Another roasted chicken leg was torn off, and he ate it with big mouthfuls. While eating, he said: "This roasted chicken will be reheated overnight. This shop is really a profiteer."

The corner of Ma Rong's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself: "You are already imprisoned, why are you picky?"

Man Yue ate a few mouthfuls, and suddenly asked with a strange look: "Is there anything else, father-in-law?"

"You, don't you want to write, write something?"

Man Yue suddenly realized, "Oh! Father-in-law also read the biography of mortals becoming saints?"

"What?"

Ma Rong's face turned gloomy and cold, he grabbed the chicken leg from Man Yue's hand, and said angrily, "Are you playing tricks?"

"I have already said, as long as the father-in-law helps me kill that person, I will write."

"Don't tell me the conditions! Do you think you have a choice now?!"

"Tsk tsk..."

Yang Manyue shook her head, her eyes fell on an indescribable position of a certain eunuch, and she sneered, "I? Who do you want to be?"

"you you……"

This was a stab at Ma Rong's sore spot, and he screamed, "Come here, come here, give me a call!"

"I used to think that eunuchs were the most pitiful people in the world. They were sold by their parents because of their livelihood. How could it be so easy to suffer that knife? Many people died after they couldn't make it... Even if they entered the palace, they still suffered from suffering. When it comes to the dirtiest work, common people still have laws to follow, but the eunuch's life, death and wealth are all in the master's thought..."

Yang Manyue allowed herself to be set up, as if she didn't care about the imminent punishment, and continued: "But today I saw Mr. Ma like this, so I know that poor people must have something to hate. It's not scary to be disabled, it's scary His heart is broken. The father-in-law lamented the wonderful fate with Man Yue a few days ago, but today he wants to lay a black hand on Man Yue, so shameless, how is it different from being disabled?!"

As he spoke, he raised his head and sighed, "No wonder the world hates eunuchs, that's why..."

"What a sharp mouth!"

Ma Rong was so angry that his face was twisted, and he was even more angry when facing Yang Manyue's sarcasm.

If he wants to be in power, he has to curry favor with Hou Jing, no, to be precise, he has to do it as a last resort.Who is Hou Jing?He is in charge of them. Does he dare to disobey his orders?Not only do you have to listen, but you also have to get your errands done.

It's better for the eunuch to stay in the palace, otherwise you will be far away from Tian's house, who will remember you in the future?

Leng Yun is formidable, but their ancestors are even more formidable, aren't they?That is the person who served the emperor, even the empress dowager entrusted him with important responsibilities, so favored, compared to a Marquis who was sent to the sea, he was like the existence of the sky.

Ma Rong felt that he had understood correctly, although he was a little embarrassed at first, but when he thought about his future, he couldn't care about anything.

Especially when he felt that he had expressed his love, and this Yang Manyue didn't know what to do, and satirized that he had no eggs, damn it, you can't be humiliated!
"Drop it for the miscellaneous family, and give me a hard pump!"

He smiled sinisterly, "Remember to dip me in salt water, I want to see how hard the bones of Yang Rener, who is famous in Ningbo, are!"

Man Yue sneered, "Elder-in-law, just hit me, hit me, I'm afraid you won't live until next year..."

He sighed again, and murmured to himself: "Why bother? If you don't hit me, you can still eat the sweet rice of the year... But if you hit me, I'm afraid you won't live for three days..."

"You don't need him | Damn it, play tricks on me!"

A trace of irritability surged up in Ma Rong's heart, "What are you still standing there for? Hit, hit me hard! Little girl, don't give me a little bit, look, you are a vegetarian in Dongchang?!"

Several burly men had already tied Yang Manyue to the wooden frame. After hearing Ma Rong's order, they fetched a basin of water and poured salt in it. Yang Manyue's face was flat, but her heart was also scared.

But at this time, she can't show her timidity. If she wants to use bitter tactics, she must anger Ma Rong and torture herself. As long as she survives, she will be a poor person who is persecuted by eunuchs. Come down and check this out.

After all, as a commoner, I was only 12 years old, so it's too exaggerated to say that I killed Jin Yiwei and Dongchang's double spies, okay?After such an investigation, it is possible to bring out Mrs. Lu. This time, she seemed to be used by someone with a heart, and gave her an assist.

But she must have never imagined that this assist is also her chance for someone Yang, so she hasn't lost yet!

Wrong and wrong, this is probably the best chance to avenge your parents!
The whip fell on her body quickly, and the heart-pounding pain crushed her body like a grinder. She snorted softly, and in an instant, beads of sweat fell down.

Ma Rong sneered, "Fight, continue! Let's see how long you can last."

Man Yue chuckled, and just spat at Ma Rong, "Bah! A dog! You want me to slander Lord Hou, you're dreaming!"

"Okay, he's a stubborn one!"

Ma Rong smiled wickedly, "Tsk tsk, what do you think will happen if that person knows you are being beaten here?"

Man Yue snorted coldly, and said: "What else can I do? The big deal is just to die. I am a person who has died once. Do you think I am afraid of this?"

After finishing speaking, he chuckled and said: "Speaking of which, the scenery of the Palace of the King of Hell is not bad. There are people in the world who instigate right and wrong, and those who frame others will go to hell with their tongues pulled out after death. Tsk tsk, that's a tragedy! If it is pulled out abruptly like this, if it is in the yang world, people will pass out. But in the underworld, it is impossible to die. Here, the tongue is pulled out and a new one is born, and then pulled out to regenerate, and it goes on and on again. Quiet, it's really miserable... Huh? Why don't you guys stop fighting?"

The executioners felt chills on the back of their necks. Everyone in Ningbo knew about Yang Manyue's resurrection from the dead.Since her poem came out, her past has also been pulled out by troublemakers.

The story of resurrection from the dead is naturally the most widely spread. Strange people have visions, which is the most unusual thing about this 12-year-old girl in the eyes of ordinary people.

Naturally, the scumbags had also heard about this, and when they heard Yang Manyue's eloquent words, they were frightened immediately, and they dared not carry out the execution again.

Ma Rong's face was also a little pale, the more high-ranking people are, the more superstitious they are, how can they not be afraid?
For a while, he stood there in a daze.

After a while, he suddenly snatched the whip from the hands of the dogs, and lashed at Yang Manyue, "What a cunning thing! Do you think this will scare the miscellaneous family? Hehe, hell? Pull it out again!" Tongue hell?! Zajia will show you what hell is on earth!"

After saying that, he threw the whip, and suddenly took out a small leather wrap from his sleeve, and spread it out, although Man Yue was mentally prepared to suffer, but still felt his scalp numb.

Those few blows just now made her whole body ache, and there were blood marks on her clothes. She was able to talk and laugh happily only by her willpower.At this time, the whip soaked in salt water was slowly exerting its utility. It seemed that there were countless sharp knives lingering at her. Beads of sweat fell one by one. Success had to pay a price.

And now...

The long needle in Ma Rong's hand was more like a life-threatening talisman, hitting her willpower, and she couldn't help but wonder if she had passed it?If he died here, wouldn't the gain outweigh the loss?
With a smirk on his face, Ma Rong walked up to Yang Manyue with the long needle, and said coldly: "I heard that your surname Yang's bones are very hard, tsk tsk, you and I look at the needles, but they are all silver needles, go down with one needle." , the blood doesn't bleed very much, and people in the palace use this prick when they do something wrong, it won't look ugly, and it can make people die of pain!"

As soon as the words fell, a sharp pain surged like a tsunami, and I saw Ma Rong plunge the needle into Man Yue's upper arm, and the needle disappeared, leaving only a little bit outside.

Ma Rong turned the other end gently, and Yang Manyue felt the tip of the needle turning on her bones, and even a slight touch would make her feel miserable, and she wished she could die immediately. In the cold weather, her whole body was already drenched in sweat. Her eyes also began to blur, and the excessive pain made her unconscious.

She bit her lip tightly, tried her best to stay awake, and looked at Ma Rong as if she was looking at a dead person.She didn't make any sound, the hatred in her heart supported her.

If this world is so dark, then use my blood to bring a little light to the world!

She, Yang Manyue, has never been a hero, but she also refuses to bow to the villain!
The pain seemed to be numb, she looked at the small window on the side of the cell, and before she fell unconscious, she smiled unconsciously.

Looking at the unconscious Yang Manyue, Ma Rong felt guilty for a while with that weird smile.

A woman who was tortured without begging for mercy or saying anything, actually kept silent. Even a shameless person like him admired her toughness.But admiration can't let him be promoted to please his ancestors, so he has to continue to force Yang Manyue to submit.

A basin of cold water was poured over, and Yang Manyue woke up leisurely. The pain immediately surged like the rising tide of sea water, hitting every nerve of her, and she couldn't help but snorted softly. The face came into view.

"Have you figured it out? To write or not to write."

"Pooh!"

She spat at him, and said with a sneer, "I wrote a dead letter, do you think I'm stupid?!"

"If you don't eat a toast, you will be punished! Keep calling me!"

The whip fell mercilessly again, and after fainting several times, the executioner was tired, and Ma Rong obviously didn't want her to die so soon, so he let her off the wooden frame and threw her into a cell.

Yang Manyue fell on the wet and cold floor of the cell, biting her in pain like ants, but her mind became clearer and clearer.

The night gradually fell, and the cell became dark, only a little moonlight could shine in through the small window.

She fell to the ground, unable to even move.After a long time, I heard a sigh that couldn't be lowered: Martyrs are not so easy to be...

"You little devil has some skills. You don't make a sound after such a severe punishment. What's your name?"

"Who?!"

(End of this chapter)