Huailing then realized that little baby Jintang was concerned about this matter.

She smiled and reached out to pick Jintang's chin.

"What? Do you think that if I die, I will be afraid, or do you think that I can't kill that person?"

Jintang grabbed her hand.

Push her slightly away from her.

Otherwise, the heat she exhaled from her neck would feel uncomfortable.

Now there are all tiny goose bumps.

"Your Highness... I think... I remember that after I know how to do kung fu, it's not that good... Other men don't know, but I can... Look at the assassin's look at me..."

Huai Ling sat up with a smile.

"She still looks at you? I took off that guy's chin and he was still in the mood to look at you. It seems that when I was tortured for a while, I would hurt her eyes!"

Then Jintang got up and took off the outer serry.

Huailing said again: "What's wrong with knowing kung fu? Why do you care about other people's eyes? Do you stop loving me because I'm drunk?"

Jintang knelt beside Huailing.

Shaking his head, he reached out to hold his chest.

"I just... feel sorry for Your Highness..."

"That's all, I just feel sorry for Tang Baoer. Why do you think he is a good man who lives like an ordinary man but has to suffer from martial arts."

Huailing said that when she was a child, she hated learning martial arts very much.

The Queen Mother and the Master in the Palace were very strict in discipline. She envied boys at that time and did not have to suffer this.

So now that Jintang has suffered this pain, he must have his grievances and his sorrows.

"Tang Baoer, I can't participate in your past, but I will guarantee that Tang Baoer, your future will not suffer. Your future and me are only sweet. Isn't that enough? What do we care about others?"

After Huai Ling finished speaking, Jintang didn't say anything.

Instead, he made a sob or two.

Huailing quickly turned around.

Jintang's tears were already flowing down her cheeks.

"Oh, why are you crying?! I said this not to make you cry, but to make you laugh, and to tell you not to mind other people's eyes!"

Jintang laughed again.

"I'm happy... Your Highness doesn't mind me... My eyes heated up and I cried..."

Huai Ling bullies her body.

Jintang hid behind for a while, but didn't.

He really caught Huailing.

"I was just moved. I thought Tang Baoer was thinking about why she learned martial arts and wanted to tell me about the past."

Jintang shook his head and said quickly that there was no.

Huai Ling sighed, thinking that this was not defrauded.

But every word she said was sincere.

I want to know Jintang’s past just to figure out why Jintang left her.

Then she got rid of the consequences.

So it's not too bad now.

It's okay to be able to move him yourself.

Huailing said again: "In short, no matter what happens to you, my wife, I will always be your strongest backing!"

"Uh-huh!"

Jintang raised his head and smiled, but the kind with tears in his eyes.

Suddenly, it crashed into Huai Ling's heart.

Huai Ling went over and hugged him, and tried very hard.

He also took a heavy breath of the tea fragrance on his body.

After finishing, Huai Ling stood up and asked Jintang to change her clothes quickly. She was going to question the woman.

She had already thought of many ways in her mind.

After midnight, Huailing was ready and took Jintang to the hut next to him.

The man was tied up with a lot of water on his face, and there were whips, sticks, and finger sticks around him.

Yu Shang had used it completely for her as Huai Ling's instructions.

But the woman's eyes were cold and she had no intention of confessing.

Huai Ling naturally knew how could a dead soldier who could die after the accident be forced to confess by such a simple punishment?

She put her hands behind her back and swayed back and forth in front of the woman.

"Yeah," said with a clear throat, "I don't plan to recruit you, because you are willing to die for your master, and such a person cannot be recruited."

The woman showed a disdainful expression.

It seems to be saying, you know that's fine.

Huailing laughed himself, not caring about it.

"It's good, this means that it doesn't matter how much I torture you."

The woman tried to tighten her chin again.

She probably wanted to spit out Huai Ling, but she couldn't do it after all, so she could only keep drooling down.

Huai Ling clapped her hands, and then a female maid came in with a wooden barrel.

And as soon as the people came in, the people in the room were already covering their noses.

The taste is particularly bad.

Jintang approached Huai Ling and whispered: "Your Highness...what is so smelly..."

"Actually, I don't want to tell you what I'm afraid that after I finish speaking, you'll feel bad."

"ah?"

The maids placed the wooden barrels in front of the tied woman and lined up.

Jintang took two steps forward, and as soon as he saw the first wooden barrel, he tilted his head and held the wall to retching.

"Vomit...Vomit!"

Jintang's tender and white face turned red.

"The first bucket is slurry..."

"Yes, so I don't want to tell you, because if you know it's not a odor, haha... This is not ordinary slurry, this is the meal that has been rotten for ten days in our kitchen. Many of them have green hair, which is particularly disgusting..."

Jintang frowned and reached out to pat Huailing on the shoulder.

"Bad...Your Highness, you are so bad..."

Huailing thought, am I bad?

I'm taking a different approach!

Jintang was so angry that she was bulging with her cheeks.

Make a sweet and soft sound.

"What about the second barrel?"

"You really want to know? Forget it, I won't tell you what to do if you go and see it again. You're not disgusting yourself. The second bucket is stinky shrimp paste with salted hairtail fish, and put it on Da Cang's unique stinky tofu fermented bean curd. The smell is that I feel like the toilet even when I squatted in the toilet."

Jintang covered her mouth and was about to retching again.

In the third bucket, there were stinky sock bags of maids who do rough work every day.

Huailing approached Jintang and whispered in his ear.

"I asked Uncle Yu Shang to find all maids with sweaty feet, all of whom were smelly. This time, those with sweaty feet were rewarded. The fourth barrel was..."

"Stop talking! Vomit..."

Jintang couldn't help but retching again.

Huai Ling was actually quite disgusting, she patted her chest and calmed down.

Then he said to the male slaves and female servants, "Come on, press them into the bucket first, don't take enough control at one time, you have to do it a few more times, and if you get tired of it, change the bucket."

The people follow suit.

Huailing also said that all those who work tonight will be rewarded.

When the assassin was pressed into the bucket again, he still had his neck stammering, looking like he would rather die than surrender.

But a bucket dozens of times, when it came to the smelly sock bag, the assassin couldn't stand it anymore.

He kept slapping the bucket with his hands and struggled endlessly.

It also made a "um" sound.

Huailing took four cotton balls and blocked his nostrils with two, and used the remaining two for Jintang's little nose to block.
Chapter completed!