The eyes of Zhongyong Hou lit up, which proved that the assassin was planning to confess. He looked sideways, but saw Zhao Fuling's face still, without any joy. He quickly calmed down and continued to turn his face.

Xining still said calmly: "Do you know who I am? The leader of the Heihu Village! All the brothers in the Heihu Village should have been beheaded long ago. But they are still alive.

At this time, you should believe me more. As long as you say it, I will tell the public that you can't stand the punishment and die. You didn't say anything before you die, and secretly sent you to Heihu Village in private. You can see yourself alive

Family, wait until the right time to take them over and enjoy family. If your family encounters an unexpected situation, you can also avenge them."

This is well-founded and there is no reason to refute. Heihu Village was originally a bandit's nest. If the bandits were caught, the beheading was judged lightly. If it were said, where is the best place to hide, it would be black.

In the tiger village, even the local officers and soldiers could not defeat it, and they were caught in the place where the ransom was asked.

The assassin seemed to be moved, hesitated for a moment and said, "I will only say this to you, come here, I will tell you."

Finally, he was willing to say it, and the heart of Zhongyong Hou jumped up. Looking at Zhao Fuling, it was still this female bandit who had a solution, and she moved the person in three or two words.

But Xining didn't move. She looked at the assassin. Now the assassin is tightly tied to the cross, spreading his arms flat on the horizontal bar, and his whole body cannot move. His body is covered with scars, especially the iron burns on his chest and thighs.

It was very deep, and blood oozed out of the scorched meat.

The assassin who had been tortured for three days and three nights and had never fallen asleep, his head was tilted and his eyes were dissipated, as if he was dying.

She said slowly: "Tell me, it's all my own people."

The assassin's voice was extremely weak: "There are ears in the wall. Come here, I will only tell you to listen."

Xining responded again: "Everyone in the mansion is his own, and even a fly cannot fly in."

The assassin was still insisting: "This is important, involving the son of the Zhongyong Hou."

Zhongyong Hou was anxious and wanted to go up by himself. But the assassin just wanted to tell Zhao Fuling that Zhao Fuling was the leader of the Heihu Village, and when he confessed his master's plan, he wanted Heihu Village to take him in.

Xining looked at the assassin deeply, then ordered: "Kill him!"

Zhongyong Hou was stunned and killed, right?

"Cut off the head and send it to the third prince. Look forward to all those who contact Concubine Feng and know where his family is." Xining looked at the assassin and his tone was still calm: "I want to see, you work hard to do your life."

Master, did you spare your family’s life in the end?”

What are you giving your head to the third prince? You are telling the third prince that I have killed your assassin. But why do you still stare at Concubine Feng?

The assassin trembled all over and asked with a hoarse voice: "Since everyone knows, why do you still want me to say it?"

After all, he was trained professionally and his mind was still very fast at this time. Xining just looked at him without saying anything, turned around and walked out step by step.

"I said, I said it all!" the assassin roared, his chest covered in wounds undulating like a broken bellows.

What you can get is that the other party ignores it and goes out. He must know that he plans to trick the other party over and then use his teeth to bite wherever he can. Generally speaking, he will bite his ears, preferably his neck or face.

.It is best to die, and there are obvious wounds when alive. If the master sees such wounds, he must know that he has really tried his best.

But now the other party saw it all and wanted to cut off his head and send it to the third prince. There were only two, one of which was because the master thought he would cause trouble to Dongyi, and the matter was on the third prince. There was another possibility

Yes, Zhongyong Hou knew who it was, so he put his head down and gave it to the third prince to inform him of the false accusation. The third prince must be grateful.

No matter which one, the master will no longer think that he is betrayal, but can his family really be safe?

Since this Yong'an County Lord can guess everything, maybe the master will really break his promise and leave no living...

"It's Feng Guojiu!" He could no longer hide it. Seeing that the Yong'an County Lord stopped, tears came out of his turbid eyes. After shouting out his name hoarsely, he fell into powerlessness again, as if he was murmuring.

"It's Feng Guojiu. He wants to kill Prince Mu, which makes the officials angry and send troops to wipe out the Heihu Village. At that time, he will encourage him and let the third prince lead the troops. When the third prince leaves the capital, he will slander the third prince's plan to hold on

The soldiers fought back and forced the palace to force the palace..."

Xining always looked at her back and listened silently to everything the assassin explained.

At this moment, Zhongyong Hou couldn't help but look up at Zhao Fuling, and everything was indeed exactly the same as she expected. No, it should be said to be exactly the same.

Someone next to him recorded it. After the assassin finished speaking, he took the paper to the assassin. The two of them went up to untie one of the assassin's hands and asked him to sign and write.

"I said everything." The assassin's dry and cracked lips trembled: "I have a younger brother, in the hands of Mr. Feng."

Xining sneered in a sneer: "You just wanted to be unfavorable to me, why do I have to spend so much effort to save him? But I am a person who is doing business and will still agree with what I just said, saying to the outside world that you can't stand it."

Punishment, dead. As for confession, I will never let Mr. Feng know."

Even if she is kind, she will not repay her grudges with kindness and will do everything in public.

Instead, he told Uncle He next to him: "Hide him, take care of his injuries and let him go. I don't feel at ease to put such a person in Heihu Village."

Uncle He immediately said he knew. The assassin also knew that his mistake just now led to the current result and he did not ask for anything more.

If it were at the beginning, it would be easier to say, this person could still be used. As a result, he played conspiracies with her, and he didn't even look at it. My sister had been played with too much and she would have become a sperm!

When Xining stepped out of the room, the assassin was untied and put down. His feet were already weak and he was carried by two people to the small couch next to him, and he was treated with injuries.

Although the assassin regrets it, it's too late. It's quite tolerant to save his life now. He is also tired, and he fell asleep immediately after closing his eyes.

There is another person who also used the same method. This person didn't have so many vicious thoughts and immediately confessed. The two confessions compared with each other, and pointed the finger at Concubine Feng's brother Feng Guojiu.

Looking at the two confessions with blood, the Zhongyong Hou was afraid that if Mu Hanqing was assassinated, not only would he bear the pain of losing his son, but the entire court would be in turmoil.

Just as I was about to express my gratitude, I looked at it and couldn't help but be stunned: "What are the county lords looking at?"

Xining was looking at Zhongyong Hou up and down, muttering in her heart, "It's not that strong, I shouldn't vomit blood when I hear the bad news, and then died in half a month."

So he asked: "How is the Marquis in good health?"

I asked him in a daze, what was his body doing? Could it be that he was afraid that Mu Hanqing would die and he would have no son?
Chapter completed!