When several soldiers saw her scolding, they were all a little stunned, and they had a good relationship and persuaded in a low voice: "Adult, be quiet, hit lightly for a while, you can't hurt your muscles and bones." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Someone moved the bench where the execution was carried and put the person on the upper frame.

Guo Wenying struggled desperately, "You can't take off my pants." ”

"No, I don't take my pants off. ”

"Oh, you're really fighting!"

Then there was a scream, and the miserable resounded in the barracks. There was also someone next to him who advised, "If you really hurt, bite your hand." ”

Guo Wenying was ashamed to death, she was a girl, the first time she let people beat the board, although she resisted and didn't ask someone to take off her pants, but did she want to live after such a spanking?

She thought that Feng Jingting was making a show, she had made a lot of mistakes before, and she had relied on other things to resist, and she had never been punished. I didn't expect him to dare to fight!

The teeth creaked, and the mouth kept scolding:

"Feng Jingting, I am inseparable from you. ”

"Feng Jingting, you are not a good person......"

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The sound of shouting outside the tent and grabbing the sky and the earth kept coming, and no matter how many people's military sticks had been beaten, they had never seen such a commotion.

Seeing that everyone in the tent was looking at him, Feng Jingting was even more annoyed, and said with a cold face: "What are you doing here? ”

A group of people walked out, and in an instant, there were only two Lu Qifang and Qi Jin left in the entire camp tent, still clubbing in front of him.

Qi Jin followed him every day, and Lu Qifang had something to say at a glance.

Feng Jingting looked at Mr. Lu, "Mr. wants to intercede?"

Lu Qifang stroked his beard and smiled, "Lord Wang, it was inconvenient for many people to say just now, let's say more at this time, this man is different from a woman, if you beat him with a military stick, he will forget about it, and women will hold grudges." This is really going to be revenge, and it's not easy to coax in the future. ”

Qi Jin next to him couldn't help but snort twice, I didn't forget the last time I beat me with a hundred military sticks.

Listening to the miserable screams outside, Feng Jingting didn't feel a good feeling in his heart, a big girl with fine skin and tender meat, and not as rough and thick as a man, what if it was really broken?

He snorted, "Look at her can still scold, she's in good spirits." After speaking, he couldn't help but add, "You look at it, and this king didn't say that he was killed by one person with a hundred sticks." ”

Lu Qifang smiled, obviously distressed, and the duck had a hard mouth.

He came out of the tent, beckoned a lieutenant to come over, and whispered a few words.

After a while, many people in the barracks knew that Guo Wenying had been beaten, she was usually popular, and there were many people who came to cheer and cheer her up, and the soldiers who were surrounded by a hundred people had to take the board for her. If you don't let you beat you, you won't let the executions happen.

It is not uncommon for people to be tortured in the barracks, and there are also cases of remembering to fight another day, but they are all substituted by one person, and I have not seen so many people come once.

The two soldiers who carried out the execution were angry in their hearts, "Why don't you find a thousand of them when there are so many people coming from a hundred military sticks?" and you can spare nine hundred more.

Although someone took the place, Guo Wenying was beaten more than 20 times in the end, and both buttocks were swollen, which was a hundred of them, and she saw the face of the king of Hades with her body bones.

And Lu Weixin was not as lucky as her, he was beaten with a hundred military sticks, and the two soldiers who executed him were obviously angry. The pain was so painful that he almost fainted.

Lu Huaidong, who watched his son being beaten next to him, shed a handful of old tears, and his heart was inevitably uneven, the prince's heart was too biased, the same person, his Wenying and gold are expensive, is his son a mustard? Look at the beating of the child, if this leaves a scar, when he takes off his pants in the future, what should his daughter-in-law do if he dislikes it?

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Since the separation in Jingzhou that day, Fang Yuntang has not appeared in the barracks again, and Guo Wenying thought that he had returned to his hometown in Jiangzhou.

Lu Weixin didn't mention his appearance in Jingzhou, and she also chose to remain silent.

Because he didn't tell the truth, he was a little worried in his heart, afraid that something would happen because of this, and he was even more afraid that it would affect the war in the northwest.

At the same time, she also felt a little sorry for Feng Jingting, after all, no matter what Fang Yuntang did, it would definitely have an impact on him. She faintly felt that Fang Yuntang was not so simple, he came to the northwest, not for business, and certainly not for himself, maybe he had some other ulterior motives, or maybe there was someone standing behind him.

After calming down these days, this matter has been tangled in my mind.

She thought that she couldn't see him for a while, and was about to put this matter down first, but on the third day after she was beaten, Fang Yuntang appeared, still in her tent.

Guo Wenying was beaten, and her body couldn't move at all, although she was drugged, it would take ten days and a half months to get better. Although she was wounded, she still had to do the work she should do, because she was worried about arranging artillery on the castle tower, and she was afraid that if one day Varat was overstimulated and wanted to attack the city, she would not have time to arrange it. So he lay on the bed, asked Yunmo to find a flat wooden board, spread paper, and used a drawing pen to depict the appearance of the pulley crane on the paper little by little.

After drawing for a whole day, I finally got a rough idea. I thought that it would take a few days for the overseer to build it first.

After drawing a picture for a while, he suddenly felt a little thirsty, so he ordered Yunmo to pour tea.

She shouted twice, and handed it to her with a teacup in one hand, and she reached out to take it, and just took a sip, suddenly realizing that the hand was clearly not the hand of a twelve-year-old child.

raised his eyes suddenly, but his eyes were full of smiles at Yuntang above.

She was stunned, "Why is Young Master Fang here?"

She was injured in the buttocks, and in order to facilitate the medicine, the fabric covering the buttocks on the pants was cut off, although it was covered with a quilt, but this image was really indecent, and people usually came to see her, and they were not allowed to enter the door.

Yunmo, that kid doesn't know where he went, why did he let people in?

Fang Yuntang didn't seem to notice that she didn't want to see her, and asked with a smile: "I heard that you were beaten and injured, I'll take a look, but it's better?"

Guo Wenying nodded, "It's not a big deal, it's all flesh wounds, and you can go to the ground in a few days." As he spoke, he raised his teacup, "Thank you Fang Gongzi for the tea?"

Fang Yuntang smiled, "Do you want to pour you another glass?"

Guo Wenying shook his head, saying that it was late and inconvenient, but the meaning of driving people away was very obvious.

Fang Yuntang didn't seem to hear her words, he stood leisurely, not moving, he looked at the drawing board spread out on the bed, "What are you painting?"

"It's a practical tool for drawing. This is a military secret, Guo Wenying didn't want to say more, reached out and rolled up the picture and put it on the edge of the bed.

Her fingers are slender, her hands are beautiful, and the appearance of the paper is very elegant, and the whole movement is like another beautiful picture. He never thought that a woman's action of rolling paper would be so beautiful and sultry, that people couldn't help but want to catch it.