Fierce Concubine: Reborn as a Vicious Queen

Daqin.

The well-trained soldiers of the three armies stood tall on the training ground, and the high-rise flags made a rustling sound in the wind. The arrogant momentum was enough to show the prosperity of the Qin Dynasty.

And all the soldiers followed the orders of one person—

The King of the North Courtyard Murong Canghai.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The soldiers raised their spears in their hands and shouted loudly, and the murderous aura soared into the sky spread in mid-air.

In the middle of the training ground, a burning flame was covered with an iron plate. The iron plate was heated and a piece of fat meat was thrown up. Then a slight sound came from the fat meat. A wisp of smoke rose up.

I saw a man in blue clothes on the high platform with barefoot and forced to kneel on the ground with one knee. He was messy with his long hair scattered behind his head, and his boredom was brushing across his cheeks inadvertently. His handsome and uncast face was covered with

With stubble and whip marks, a pair of cold eyes were covered with blood.

At this moment, he gritted his teeth, his face full of humiliation. He hated the arrogant and ruthless man, but he didn't kill him, but wanted to insult him like this.

Murong Canghai stood high above the black horse, and his cold and arrogant face was like a thousand-year-old ice, exuding a heart-shaking coldness.

Xuanyuan Qiche turned around, looked at him, and said, "Murong Canghai, you might as well kill me!"

Murong Canghai's cold lips raised slightly, and his face looked sinister and sarcastic, saying, "How can I bear to let you die easily with such a talent as the Sixth Prince?"

"You..." Xuanyuan Qiche's cheeks flushed and he looked angry, but just as he was about to stand up, he was pressed tightly by the soldiers escorting him. It was a pity that he was a seven-foot man, and he was once a heroic figure.

I was galloping on the battlefield, but my knees couldn't even straighten.

"Prince, you are all ready!" A soldier walked up, knelt on one knee, clasped his fists and said.

Murong Canghai raised his hand, but his face was always cold.

"Get up!" The two strong soldiers who were escorting Xuanyuan Qiche immediately pulled him up and walked towards the training ground.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" The soldiers were boiling again, and they all showed a serious ray of excitement.

"Go down!" The escorted soldiers pushed hard, and Xuanyuan Qiche was pushed to the iron plate with flames below.

"Ah..." The iron plate was so hot, and his feet immediately felt a burning sensation, so he jumped up one foot and then changed another foot.

So, under the gaze of the soldiers of the three armies, the dignified sixth prince Xuanyuan Qiche jumped up like a clown on the iron plate, in a very embarrassed manner.

"Hahahaha..." Everyone who watched burst into laughter, and the sarcasm was about to drown him.

Xuanyuan Qi was so angry!

Over the days, he has been tortured by various ways every day—

Yesterday, he was forced to draw his eyebrows and eyes, wearing a woman's skirt and dressed up as a military prostitute to please the soldiers. Among them, the drunk soldiers really regarded him as a woman, and attacked him, which made him embarrassed and angry.

He was about to die, and Murong Canghai sat on the high platform, drinking and watching coldly.

The day before yesterday, I didn’t know where to find a few people with broken sleeves. He was stripped of his clothes and showed a strong body covered with whip marks. He was coveted by these neither men nor women’s faces!

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In short, every torture is playing with his dignity to the best of his ability.

Xuanyuan Qiche has always been arrogant and believes that he can compete with Prince Zhou. He is the most qualified person to inherit the throne. When has he suffered such humiliation?