Chapter 150 Dungeon

Rong Yu smiled: "Do you want to sleep a little longer? I'll let Yin Yue come in to accompany you."

"What about you?"

"Some things haven't been dealt with yet." Rong Yu said calmly, "I'll go deal with it."

Nan Xi understood that he wanted to check what happened last night, and didn't say much. She knew that if Gu Qingshu fell into Rong Yu's hands, he would not have a good ending, and even asking for death would be a luxury.

But so what?

He asked for everything.

Compared to what he did in his previous life, compared to Rong Yu's innocent and tragic death, Nan Xi would not feel the slightest bit of pity even if Gu Qingshu was cut into pieces and tortured to death.

Looking up at the man who had just become her legitimate husband last night, Nan Xi smiled and waved, signaling him to lower his head.

Rong Yu naturally bent down to cooperate.

Nan Xi kissed his face, then whispered in his ear, "Last night was great, I liked it."

After she finished speaking, her cheeks quickly turned red. Before he could react, Nan Xi turned over on the bed and lay down, pulling the satin quilt to cover her face, embarrassed to look at him.

Rong Yu looked at the shy girl on the bed, his mouth slightly curled up, his heart was full of happiness and joy, he leaned over and kissed the girl's red ears, "Your husband will behave better in the future... You have a good rest, and ask Yin Yue to get whatever you want to eat."

After saying this, the smile on his mouth deepened a little bit. After all, he was worried about the girl's thin skin. No matter how reluctant he was, he quickly turned around and walked out.

Yin Yue was waiting in the outer hall, followed by a group of maids holding basins, towels, and trays.

Seeing the Regent King coming out, the maids saluted one after another: "Congratulations, Your Highness, congratulations, Your Highness!"

On Rong Yu's noble and handsome face, the expression was visibly less indifferent and a little warmer than usual: "The princess needs to sleep for a while, Yin Yue will go in and serve her."

Yin Yue secretly thought that the princess must have been exhausted last night, and quickly agreed: "Don't worry, Your Highness, I will serve the princess well."

Rong Yu hummed and walked to the door of the palace. A black-clothed guard rushed past and knelt down at the steps of the palace: "The defense around Zhaochen Palace has been rearranged. The guard commander and Gu Qingshu are imprisoned in the dungeon. The maid who came to send gifts in the name of the queen last night has been poisoned and died suddenly. I found out that she was a maid on duty beside the queen mother and was following the queen mother's order."

Rong Yu didn't say anything.

The secret guard then reported: "Yesterday, the master got married and was very happy. Gu Qingshu was not invited. He entered the palace smoothly among the guards brought by the emperor. After entering the palace, the guard commander had contact with him three times."

Following the guards brought by the emperor?

If the emperor does not allow it, how can anyone sneak into the guards around him?

Rong Yu was silent, his thin lips slightly pursed, and his elegant and picturesque eyebrows were stained with a cold color.

Looking up at the blue sky, he walked down the jade steps without saying a word and walked towards the training camp in the northeast corner of the palace.

Qingyang and the black-clothed guard who reported were silent behind him.

The Regent's Palace covers a large area. The training camp in the northeast corner is an independent and secret house. A three-meter-high wall separates all the scenery in the training camp. Except for the Regent and the secret guard commander, this place is a forbidden place for everyone. The area of ​​​​the training camp alone is equivalent to the size of an ordinary prince's mansion.

However, this place is different from the prince's mansion. There are no elegant and leisurely pavilions, no spring breeze blowing on the willows, no sparkling lake, and no gardens competing for beauty. There are only rows of rooms where the shadow guards live, a wide and strict training base, and layers of life and death halls that the shadow guards need to pass through with their flesh and blood.

The regent's dungeon is located under the torture hall of the training camp. It has been idle for a long time, so it has been unguarded all year round-but even if it is unguarded, outsiders can't easily set foot in the forbidden area within the high walls of the training camp.

After the two people were captured last night, the commander of the dark guards transferred several masters to be on duty. At night, someone tried to rescue them, but was killed by the masters in the training camp before entering the high walls.

However, these are trivial matters that are not worth mentioning. Most of those sent out to rescue people are the dark guards or death warriors around the emperor. Their lives are not worth much. After they die, they are directly dealt with. There is no need to report deliberately, unless the person killed has a special identity.

Rong Yu hadn't been here for a long time. The training of the shadow guards in the training camp was usually in charge of the four great instructors, and the masters of each hall performed their duties. Rong Yu was usually busy with government affairs and military camps, and rarely set foot here.

But this did not mean that the shadow guards here did not know him.

As soon as he stepped into the dark and solemn gate, a slight and cold breath appeared in the dead air of the training camp. No matter whether they were in the light or in the dark, they all knelt on the ground, their sharp bodies like blades knelt humbly, as if they were integrated with the air.

On the bluestone ground, on the training ground, on the tree branches, the black-clothed figures were well-trained. Although no sound was made, everyone's nerves were tensed in an instant.

Rong Yu remained silent, his face was cold and noble, and he exuded a strong pressure that made people respect and obey him. The surrounding environment did not allow him to stop for a moment. Accompanied by Qingyang and the dark guard leader Xuan Ling, he walked towards the dungeon of the West Pavilion Criminal Hall.

The environment in the dungeon was dark and damp, and the narrow passage was only illuminated by the oil lamp in the corner.

Gu Qingshu was imprisoned in the second cell.

But it doesn't matter which cell he is in. This is not important. Once he enters this place, he will never leave, even if he turns into a dried up mosquito unless his prince asks for pardon.

When he opened the door of the cell, he saw a torture rack made of black iron. The body of a man with crippled hands and feet was spread out and fixed on it in a very natural but absolutely painful posture. His messy hair was scattered, covering his pale face, making him look miserable.

His hands and feet were imprisoned by heavy handcuffs and shackles. Of course, even if he was intact at this time, a weak scholar could not escape from here, and his hands and feet had no strength at all.

So the purpose of the shackles was simply to add a little pain to him.

Rong Yu stood outside the prison door. Xuan Ling walked over and grabbed Gu Qingshu's hair coldly and neatly without mercy, forcing him to raise his face, revealing his pale face with a bluish-gray deathly look, and his distorted expression after his hair was pulled and hurt his scalp.

Rong Yu didn't say anything, just looked at him in silence, his face was noble and indifferent, and his eyes seemed to be surging with a violent and cruel dark color.

Gu Qingshu opened his eyes, and Rong Yu's noble and handsome face was reflected in his sight. His pupils suddenly shrank, and his face turned as pale as paper in an instant.