Laughing, the host always wants to escape

Chapter 106 The Regent Has a Beautiful Girl in His Golden House (13)

"I don't know him, but I suddenly found it a little funny?" Tang Cuo looked up at him.

"Funny? What's funny?" Mu Hanqing looked deep, somewhat not understanding the chill in his words.

"Here, human lives are worthless. If you want to kill someone, you can kill him. If you want to die, you can die. Human lives are divided into noble and humble. The life of a young master from a noble family can be worth the life of hundreds of civilians. It's really funny." Tang Cuo pursed his lips, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Haha." Mu Hanqing laughed twice, "You are right, human life is indeed worthless here, you feel sorry for them being tortured like this, but they should have thought about it before they assassinated me.

If they fail this time and are caught by me, what will happen to them? Since they made the choice in the first place, they can’t blame others for being ruthless. "

Mu Hanqing's tone was calm, without any ripples in his eyes.

After hearing his words, Tangcuo couldn't think of any words to refute for a moment.

"Come on, I'll take you to visit other places. This prison was built under my supervision, and it's very interesting inside." Mu Hanqing said as he walked out.

Yun Ting on the side nodded slightly, then raised his eyes and looked at the backs of the two people.

On both sides of the long corridor of the prison are small rooms separated from each other. Each room has a dedicated person in charge. Listening to the heart-wrenching cries coming from inside, Tang Cuo's legs and feet suddenly trembled uncontrollably.

As if feeling the little man behind him trembling a little, Mu Hanqing stopped, turned around and came behind Tang Cuo, put one hand on his shoulder, and continued to walk forward while hugging him.

His palm was cold, pressing on Tangcuo's shoulder like a piece of ice.

Tangcuo was forced to follow his steps and walked towards a small torture room inside. The layout of this torture room was completely different from the previous one.

Compared to the dark torture room just now, this one was too bright, with oil lamps lit everywhere, even in the corners.

Tangcuo followed his footsteps and entered the torture room. A huge and thick iron chain was hung on the wet wall, and one end of the chain was locked on a man.

The man was wearing a white prison uniform and his hair was a little messy. He faced the wall, dipped his fingers in water droplets on the wall, and kept drawing circles on the ground.

Even though he heard the noise behind him, he still had no intention of turning back. The person in charge of this torture room was a young general transferred from the Beijing Imperial Guard by Mu Hanqing.

Looking at the two people who walked into the torture chamber, the young general hurriedly stood up and bowed to Mu Hanqing, "Your Highness Prince Rong'an."

"How was your day?"

"Still refusing to speak." The young general went forward and grabbed the man's hair, turning him around to face the two men. "Your Highness is here, why don't you kowtow and pay your respects?"

"Heh, a salute?" The man laughed and then turned his head away.

"How dare you! You..." The young general was about to take action when he was stopped by Mu Hanqing beside him.

"Don't worry." Mu Hanqing looked at Tang Cuo beside him and smiled gently, "Mr. Tang, are you interested in guessing the identity of this person?"

"The common people don't know."

"The man in front of me was captured from the capital of Puyang when I conquered the Puyang Dynasty. What a pity, he is too stubborn. No matter how I ask him about his identity, he just won't tell me. It really gives me a headache." As he spoke, Mu Hanqing symbolically rubbed his temples.

"I wonder what the purpose of Your Highness bringing me here is?" Tang Cuo raised his eyes and looked at the man sitting on the ground.

"Nothing, just strolling around."

I was just strolling around and ended up in the torture chamber. What? Are you trying to make an example of me?

As he spoke, Mu Hanqing raised his hand. The young general beside him immediately understood, walked straight forward, lifted the head of the person in front of him, and forced him to look forward.

The man was forced to raise his head. The moment he came into contact with Tang Cuo, his eyes suddenly narrowed a few points, and then he immediately turned his head away, "Why don't you kill me yet?" His voice was hoarse and dry.

"I can't let you die if I don't ask what I want." Mu Hanqing chuckled a few times.

"I don't have the news you want."

"Really? I remember that you were the prince's tutor of the Puyang Dynasty. How could you not know the whereabouts of your prince? Or are you guys plotting something?"

"The prince was killed by your people while he was fleeing. How many times do I have to say it?" The man's tone seemed to fluctuate.

"I only believe in the saying that if you are alive, you should see the person, and if you are dead, you should see the body. I have never seen what your prince looks like. If you just use a corpse to fool me, I won't know it." Mu Hanqing turned his head and said softly, "Don't you think so, Mr. Tang?"

Tangcuo felt his scalp tingling and his whole body was covered with goose bumps.

So the person he was looking for was me? No wonder...

"I'm asking you again, is your Crown Prince still alive?"

"Dead, dead, dead. No matter how many times I say this, I will still give the same answer." The man laughed a few times. "Now that the Puyang Dynasty has been destroyed, why are you still looking for his body?"

"Wildfires cannot be extinguished, and they will spring up again with the spring breeze. I will feel uneasy if I don't kill him with my own hands." As he spoke, Mu Hanqing suddenly half squatted down, his eyes level with his.

"Recently, our Rong Dynasty has introduced a new good thing in the Western Regions. I heard that if it is used on a person, it can instantly make a strong man so painful that he bites his tongue to commit suicide. I wonder how long you can hold on here." Mu Hanqing stood up and looked at Tang Cuo on the side.

"Does Mr. Tang have anything to say?"

"When two countries go to war, who wins and who loses is the historical trend. Why does Your Highness treat the citizens of another country like this?" Tang Cuo's tone was a little urgent.

"Mr. Tang, what you said makes sense. In your opinion, how should we deal with this?" Mu Hanqing asked with interest.

"I believe that since the city has been breached, their people will naturally belong to the Rong Dynasty and are also the people of the Rong Dynasty."

"You have some truth in what you said." Mu Hanqing raised her hand and pinched his chin. "I didn't expect that Mr. Tang, who works in a brothel, is so proficient in the ways of ruling the world? It really makes me look at him with new eyes."

"Your Highness, you are too kind. I am only speaking from the perspective of a common people." Tang Cuo's palms were filled with sweat.

The conversation with the person in front of him made him feel an unprecedented pressure, as if he was being led by the nose.

"Heh." Mu Hanqing laughed softly, "Let's go back. Today's tour ends here."

After saying that, he took the lead and left the prison.

Tang Cuo turned his head to look at the man on the ground, pursed his lips, and then immediately followed him.

Outside the rockery, night fell. Tang Cuo followed Mu Hanqing closely and looked around.

"Mr. Tang, just walk straight along this road and you will reach your room. It's getting late today, so go to bed early."

"Yes, Your Highness." Tang Cuo pursed his lips, then walked around him and went straight to the room in the daytime.