Chapter 452

Qiuxiang doesn't want to feel the pain of dying in despair.

"It's not the slave's fault. It's the side imperial concubine who wants the slave to say so." In the face of life and death, Qiuxiang doesn't care about Mu Zhihua, and immediately puts all the responsibility on Mu Zhihua.

Mu Zhi's face changed even more: "Qiuxiang, you cheap maid."

But Qiu Xiang didn't even look at Mu Zhi's painting, so she knelt down and crawled all the way towards Mu Cen. When she was close to Mu Cen, Linglong had directly pulled Qiu Xiang away: "who gave you the courage, you can get close to the empress."

Qiuxiang stopped half a meter wide in front of mucen.

Her tears were dancing, and her forehead had already become bloody because of kowtow.

But mu Cen did not have any pity, looking at Qiu Xiang's eyes always cold and heartless, the voice with a strong sense of distance: "is there anything else I haven't said to my palace?"

Qiuxiang had been in front of Mu Cen for a long time. She was scared out of her wits. She dared to say anything more. She nodded desperately, and then told all the bad things that Mu Zhihua had done to Mu Cen.

Mu Zhihua looks at Qiuxiang in disbelief.

I didn't expect that the most trusted person around me betrayed himself at the last moment.

Qiuxiang in order to protect his life, where can worry so much, in the face of death, for Qiuxiang, there is no so-called loyalty, Mu Cen just stood, listening quietly.

Linglong didn't speak, followed Mu Cen's side, until Qiuxiang finished all the things, unexpectedly also passed a jiongxiang's time.

But no matter what Qiu Xiang said, Mu Cen seemed indifferent.

This makes Qiuxiang a little uneasy: "Niang Niang, maidservant... Maidservant has finished..."

"That's it?" Mu Cen light should wear.

How can Mu Cen not know these things? He has experienced them one by one in his last life, but the ending of many things in this life has changed.

After Mu Cen opened his mouth, Mu Zhihua said to himself: "sister, don't listen to what this bitch said. Don't listen. I haven't done it. I haven't done it."

Mu Zhihua is crying.

Mu Cen then turned and looked at Mu Zhihua: "what's your name in this palace?"

Mu Zhihua was stunned and immediately called her "Niang Niang, I haven't said that these are all planted by Qiuxiang."

When the situation is lower than others, we have to bow our heads. This is very clear in Mu Zhi's painting.

And Mu Cen listened to Mu Zhihua's voice, his eyebrows and eyes were full of sarcasm: "a slave, what do you do to plant the blame?"

Mu Zhihua didn't understand what Mu Cen was going to do, so he bit his lip and didn't dare to speak.

Mu Cen suddenly laughed and looked down at Mu Zhihua: "don't worry, this Palace won't let you die now, it will keep you."

After hearing this, Mu Zhihua didn't know whether he was relieved or more nervous. Under such circumstances, life and death were no longer left for mu Zhihua. However, living is a new kind of torture, life is not like death, but let Mu Zhihua die, the fear of death, let Mu Zhihua how can not step out of that step.

But mu Cen didn't look at the meaning of Mu Zhi's painting any more, and then he looked at Qiu Xiang, who was shivering, but subconsciously felt that he was transparent, and Mu Cen would let him go.

"Qiuxiang, if you tell me the truth, I can treat you lightly." Mu Cen's voice came.

Qiuxiang seems to have heard the sounds of nature, which is a hope of life. But before Qiuxiang has had time to be happy for a long time, Mu Cen's voice suddenly turns suddenly and becomes extremely gloomy.

"But there is no escape from death, not from life. Come on, we'll fight for the fifty boards in the same place. " Mu Cen's voice has been merciless.

Qiu Xiang looks at Mu Cen in consternation, how can't believe that this is what he hears.

If you fight against the 50 boards, you have no chance to survive.

"Stop her mouth, don't let her bite her tongue to commit suicide, bind her to a wooden stool, and don't let her escape." Mu Cen's cold voice came, without a trace of emotion, "in this palace, this palace is watching."

Qiuxiang screams.

One side of the slave quickly came forward, with a towel blocked Qiuxiang's mouth, do not give her any chance to die, the bench was dragged in, Qiuxiang whole person was tied to the stool, the long stick has also been brought in.

Qiuxiang screamed all the way, but it didn't help.

Mu Zhi's painting is shivering and curling up in the same place. He can't care about anything.

Mu CEN is intentional, deliberately let all this happen in front of him, Mu Cen keep himself, just want to see clearly how the people around her die.

When all these people die, they will stay.

Mu Zhihua screams and covers his eyes.

Mu Cen noticed: "come on, hold the hand of the side imperial concubine. The slave around the side imperial concubine committed a crime. How can we not let the side imperial concubine see with her own eyes? How can such a cheap maid be punished?"

The minions came forward according to the words, and soon they had already opened Mu Zhihua's hand and forced him to watch. Mu Zhihua's eyes were full of fear, so he looked at Mu Cen, but mu Cen was indifferent.

"Let's go." She spoke faintly.

"Yes." The slaves answered.

The huge stick hit Qiuxiang's body. Qiuxiang had been stuffed with a towel and couldn't even scream. The pupil of the eyeball was infinitely enlarged. The panic in the eyebrows and eyes was obvious. The naked skin was full of tendons.

The slaves didn't slack off. They were very heavy and ruthless every time. Qiuxiang couldn't live for 50 times.

Soon, white PAZI began to turn red, Qiuxiang no longer any reaction, a little bit of weakness down, but the voice of the battle responsibility is still coming.

Every time, it's very frightening.

The rest of the servants in the dormitory did not dare to look at it. They bowed their heads, but the pungent smell of blood was still there. It was clearer and clearer.

Mu Cen closed his eyes in the whole process, for such scenes, it seems to have been commonplace, there is no pity at all.

Even Mu Cen didn't blink.

The people in this bedroom are very clear, and their hearts are even more clear. The hostess of the East Palace wants to be ruthless, just like Li Shiyuan.

That kind of fierce, let a person from inside out of the creepy.

Until the slave's voice came clearly in the bedroom: "tell your mother, this man is dead."

It's just that I can't stand it after I've been blaming more than 20 sticks. The stick went down one by one without any struggle. It didn't look like much on the surface, but the stick hit the bones and internal organs, so it was natural.

Even those who practice martial arts will die if they go down with these 50 sticks.