Laughing, the host always wants to escape

Chapter 105 The Regent Has a Beautiful Girl in His Golden House (12)

Listening to his words, Tangcuo suddenly remembered that when he talked about him with Xiaoye before, he said that he had a crazy personality. It doesn't look like that now.

[Host, don't be fooled by his appearance. The Captor is a better actor than you.]

"Got it." Tang Cuo came back to his senses, walked a little closer to Mu Hanqing's position, nodded slightly and said, "Your Highness..."

"How do you feel about my Rong'an Palace?" Mu Hanqing's lips curled up into a smile.

"pretty good."

Hearing his answer, Mu Hanqing's smile deepened. He stood up and walked closer to him, "Do you want to know how the person you stopped before is doing now?" His voice was magnetic and seductive.

"I..." Before Tang Cuo could finish his words, Mu Hanqing took over.

"It's okay, I'll take you to see it."

After saying that, Mu Hanqing walked out of the house and headed towards the back of the palace.

Eh? I didn't say I was going...

You...

Tang Cuo could only follow him helplessly. The two of them walked through a small peach forest. At this time, the peach blossoms were in full bloom. Some petals fell to the ground, forming a peach blossom path.

Tangcuo looked around in disbelief: Oh my god, peach blossom forest, how big is the Rong'an Palace...

Mu Hanqing stopped, glanced at Tang Cuo's surprised face, curled the corners of his lips with interest, and then continued walking forward.

After a long time, the two arrived in front of a hidden rockery. Mu Hanqing suddenly stopped, and Tang Cuo behind him didn't have time to brake and bumped into his back directly.

Tangcuo rubbed his aching nose and looked at his tall and straight back, thinking: What did he eat to grow up with such a hard back? It hurts so much...

Mu Hanqing turned his head and looked at his red eyes. A wave of evil interest surged in his heart. He raised his hand and pinched his chin, "Mr. Tang, if you lose your focus here, you will lose your life."

"Sorry, Your Majesty, I didn't pay attention to the road for a moment. I won't do that again..." Tang Cuo pursed his lips.

After hearing his explanation, Mu Hanqing loosened the hand that was pinching his jaw, turned around and patted the stone wall next to the rockery, followed by a loud "boom".

Miraculously, a door appeared on the rockery in front of him. Mu Hanqing raised his eyes and glanced at Tang Cuo, "Mr. Tang, please."

Looking at the dark passage in front of him, Tang Cuo's heart sank, and he suddenly felt like he didn't want to go in.

But there was a fiery gaze staring at him from behind, and if he didn't go in, it would arouse more suspicion.

Thinking of this, Tang Cuo gritted his teeth and walked inside. Seeing him looking back every few steps, Mu Hanqing found it more and more interesting.

The passage inside the rockery extended downwards. It should be a dark room built by Mu Hanqing. However, what was more user-friendly to him was that after passing that section, both sides of the stairs were hung with oil lamps.

With the light, Tang Cuo became much braver. He continued to walk deeper into the cave. There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

And the further you go in, the stronger the bloody smell becomes, and it seems to be mixed with some faint cries, which becomes even more terrifying in this silent environment.

Tang Cuo swallowed and stopped.

Mu Hanqing, who was behind him, pressed against his body, then leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Why don't you leave?"

"Your Highness, where are we going?" Tang Cuo's voice trembled slightly.

"I guess someone must have mentioned to you that I have a criminal palace that is specifically used to interrogate foreign assassins or disobedient people. Their methods are more professional than those of the Dali Temple." Mu Hanqing's voice was low and hoarse, and the hot breath while he spoke hit Tang Cuo's ears, causing him to get goose bumps all over his body.

Depend on!

"Xiao Ye, I feel like I'm in danger..." Tang Cuo took a step forward and distanced himself from him. "Your Majesty, why did you bring me here?"

"There's no reason. I just want to show you what the fate of a foreign assassin should be. So that no one can go astray. Don't you think so?" As he said that, Mu Hanqing stepped forward and continued to walk forward, pushing Tang Cuo.

As the two men went deeper and deeper, Tangcuo heard all the cries and pleas for mercy. Among the heart-wrenching shouts, some people even wanted to die.

Mu Hanqing pushed Tang Cuo into the torture room on the far right.

Tangcuo raised his head and saw a man covered in blood, tied to a wooden stake. His fingers were tightly hooked together, and he seemed to be enduring great pain.

The executioner saw the person coming and hurriedly stopped what he was doing. He half-knelt down towards Mu Hanqing and said respectfully, "Your Highness."

"No need to be polite, just get up."

Hearing his words, the man stood up and walked to Mu Hanqing's side.

"Did you find out what you found out?" Mu Hanqing raised his eyes to look at the dying man on the stake, his tone calm.

"I have learned that the assassin in front of me is from the Puyang Dynasty and is the legitimate son of a general of the Puyang Dynasty. The assassination in broad daylight was also to avenge his father. There is no one behind it." The man replied respectfully.

"Cough, cough, cough." Tang Cuo choked unconsciously and coughed twice: Puyang Dynasty again? I didn't expect that Puyang Dynasty had such a strong hatred towards Rong Dynasty.

"Have you figured out how many assassins are lurking in the capital?" Mu Hanqing raised his hand and patted the dust off his sleeves.

"Not yet... Give me another incense stick of time, and I promise to make him spit it out." The man looked at him with some trembling.

"It's okay, no rush. After the interrogation, throw the person into the back mountain to feed the wild beasts." These words were spoken lightly, and the fate of this person was quickly determined.

Tangcuo pursed his lips and looked at the man tied to the wooden stake in front of him, with a strange look in his eyes: This is a subject of his own country. Logically speaking, he is his own people...

Sensing the change in Tang Cuo's emotions, Mu Hanqing asked with interest, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy or scared?"

"Even if we get the information you want, we still have to kill him, right?" Tang Cuo asked in a low voice.

"Of course, his attempt to assassinate our prince is a crime in itself." The man at the side said first.

"Yun Ting." Mu Hanqing's tone carried a hint of warning.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I spoke too much. Please punish me." Yun Ting pursed his lips and said.

"You will go down and receive your punishment later. You must remember what you should say and what you should not say." Mu Hanqing's tone became a little colder.

"Yes, I just overstepped my bounds."

Mu Hanqing ignored him and turned his gaze to Tang Cuo. Looking at his wrinkled little face, Mu Hanqing found it more and more amusing.

"What? You know him, why do you look so heartbroken?" Mu Hanqing asked tentatively.