Gu Zhao and Qin Youjin raised their heads at the same time and saw that the door of the private room was pushed open forcefully, and a tall body almost blocked the door.

With the light behind him, the ferocious ghost face intertwined light and dark, as if it had come alive.

Li Wang!

Qin Xinglie!

An idea popped into their minds almost at the same time.

"I seem to have heard that someone wants me to bow down to him?"

As Qin Xinglie advanced, the evil ghost's mask shone with a frightening shape in the interplay of light and shadow. Qin Youjin couldn't help but tremble all over when he saw this scene.

"Uncle Nineteen, you, you are here too." Qin Youjin was so frightened that he stammered, "This, this is just a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."

Dude, dunk, dunk.

The sound of thick-soled leather boots on the wooden floor of the private room seemed to hit Qin Youjin's heart every time, making his heart throb and shrink.

"You want to say that there is something wrong with my ear?"

The soldiers behind Qin Xinglie stepped forward and pulled out a seat for him. He sat down safely, with one leg on top of the other and his arms on the table. His whole body looked carefree.

His deep black eyes were like a demon from hell, staring straight at Qin Youjin, waiting for his answer.

Qin Youjin didn't dare to look at the evil ghost mask at all. He could only lower his head, "No, no, that's not what I meant. I mean, I mean..."

He habitually turned his attention to Gu Zhao.

In his previous life, when faced with such embarrassing situations, Gu Zhao would take the initiative to speak out and find a way out for him.

Gu Zhao, on the other hand, looks like a wood carving, pretending not to know anything.

What she said just now must have been heard by King Li! Although it was a compliment, it was also embarrassing.

When facing embarrassment, Gu Zhao has a secret, which is to act as if nothing happened.

Qin Xinglie turned his head and looked at Gu Zhao pretending to be dumbfounded. The corners of his mouth under the mask couldn't help but curl up, but they soon became a straight line again.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. Qin Youjin is in a bad situation now. Who knows if he will jump over the wall in a hurry and do something despicable to Gu Zhao?

It was really imprudent for Gu Zhao to be alone with him.

"It turns out that Mr. Gu is here too."

Gu Zhao lowered his head and blinked, inexplicably feeling that the pronunciation of the word "Master Gu" in this hoarse voice was somewhat meaningful.

It must be her imagination.

Yes, that's right.

"Gu Zhao has met His Royal Highness Prince Li." After being called by someone's name, Gu Zhao could no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb, pretending that he didn't exist, so he could only stand up and salute.

Qin Xinglie stared at her and asked, with a hint of inquiry in his tone, "It seems that Mr. Gu has a good personal relationship with this king's nephew?"

"No. I'm not familiar with the prince. It's just that the prince said he had official business to talk to me, so I followed him here." Gu Zhao resolutely drew a clear line with Qin Youjin.

Qin Youjin's eyes flashed with sadness. Even though it was clear that Gu Zhao was not the princess who was dedicated to him in his previous life, he still felt pain in his heart.

Qin Xinglie turned around and asked Qin Youjin, "Old Shi, I don't know how your official affairs have anything to do with me. Why don't you tell me and let me listen?"

"Well, Uncle Nineteen, this matter involves Mr. Gu's reputation, that, that doesn't seem appropriate..." Qin Youjin mustered up the courage to refuse.

Qin Xinglie sneered, "Then please explain why your official affairs and Sir Gu's reputation involve me bowing my head to you."

Qin Youjin was speechless.

He just told what really happened in his previous life. Who knew that King Li would appear here and just happen to hear it.

"It seems that my words are of no use?" Qin Xinglie stretched out his palm and said, "Bring me the whip, I want to teach my nephew a lesson today!"

Jiang Yuan immediately handed over the riding whip with both hands.

Qin Youjin was so frightened that he stood up suddenly and his stool was overturned.

Qin Xinglie didn't hesitate, with a sharp look in his eyes, he whipped Qin Youjin with a "snap"!

"Ah! Uncle Nineteen!"

Qin Xinglie ignored it and continued to swing the whip fiercely, "Crack!"

If a man pursues his sweetheart, he has thousands of ways to do it, but the last thing he should use is those dirty methods!

First, the Shangyuan Festival slandered people's reputation and forced them to agree, so they should have been beaten.

Now he is still pestering me endlessly and doing whatever he can to make him even more deserving of a beating!

"Snapped!"

Qin Xinglie's three sharp whips cracked Qin Youjin's spring shirt to pieces, and blood-red marks immediately covered his skin ferociously.

Qin Youjin screamed in pain and wanted to hide, but the whip seemed to have eyes. No matter how hard he tried to hide, it still fell hard on him.

Although it was only three whips, Qin Youjin felt pain all over his body, the pain reached to the bone marrow, and the pain caused the meridians to twitch.

There were no other thoughts in his mind, only pain and fear.

The bloody scenes of his past life appeared before his eyes. He lay on the ground in fear and pain, rolling around and howling crazily.

This scene made Qin Xinglie, Gu Zhao and the soldiers look dumbfounded.

I only slapped him three times, but he looked like he was a ghost.

"Aren't you scared out of your mind?" Gu Zhao muttered as he remembered that Qin Youjin was afraid of this uncle in his previous life.

Qin Xinglie frowned, leaned over and grabbed Qin Youjin's collar, and lifted him up.

"Since you are crazy, why not just kill him so as not to embarrass the royal family!"

Qin Xinglie's tone was cold: "Bring me the king's machete!"

Before he finished speaking, Qin Youjin, who was held in his hand and could only tiptoe to the ground, struggled desperately, "Don't, don't kill me! I'm not crazy!"

"I'm not crazy, cough cough cough...let me go, please. I was wrong, please spare me..."

Every time Qin Youjin had nightmares, he would dream of "King Li" wearing a ghost mask killing all his enemies, then turning around and finding him, and rushing towards him without hesitation to kill him too.

This scene now almost overlaps with his nightmare!

Qin Youjin was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder split apart, his whole body collapsed completely, and he couldn't think of anything except crying and begging for mercy.

Seeing his constant ugly behavior, Gu Zhao, Qin Xinglie and his soldiers all had expressions that they couldn't bear to witness.

He was only whipped three times, but why did he feel like he had been tortured?
Chapter completed!