These days, whenever General Han Yujue returns home after the morning dynasty, he will teach Han Changyu martial arts in the back garden of Xi Zhaoju, xreader/book/damishu/

When the sky was full of light at dusk, Han Moyu secretly ran to Xizhaoju, but caught a glimpse of several servants embracing a beautiful young man into Xizhaoju; The young man walked to the door, but he glanced back for some reason, Han Moyu hurriedly hid behind the rockery, and he didn't know if everyone saw him; But he recognized it at a glance, it was the prince of Yan Kingdom, Murong Huang, who was singing in the prisoner of war arena.

Han Moyu will never forget Murong Huang's eyes, arrogant and lonely, but some flames in those eyes are dancing silently, as if they want to burn the world. Not far behind Murong Huang was his mother, Lord Ning Rouge. Han Moyu looked at Mrs. Han's cold face and couldn't help but shudder.

Mother, what are you doing here? Why did you bring Murong Huang back? Han Moyu couldn't help but be curious, and secretly followed them and slipped into the courtyard.

Mrs. Han ordered someone to take Murong Huang into a side room, locked the door, and led everyone away. Han Moyu hid in the hidden place for a long time, but no one came, so he slipped to the window and poked the window paper on tiptoe.

Murong Huang, the noble and beautiful prince of Yan Kingdom, was sitting at the table with a lonely expression at this time; Perhaps it was because he heard the movement in the window, Han Moyu realized that the noble and beautiful prince was tied with hemp rope all over his body at this time, and a ball of cloth was stuffed in his mouth, and when he looked at this side, his eyes were full of sadness, anger and horror. Han Moyu's heart palpitated, and he called softly: "Murong Huang! Murong Huang! ”

Murong Huang heard the call and raised his eyes to look this way. Han Moyu lowered his voice and shouted anxiously: "You wait here, I'll go find my brother." I'll come to your rescue, you must wait for me to come! After saying that, Han Moyu ran away with a puff of smoke.

Brother, where are you?

Han Moyu hurriedly ran in the Han Mansion, running while searching for Han Changyu's figure. She knew that in the entire Han Mansion, the only one who could save Murong Huang was Han Changyu. She first went to the back garden where Xi Zhaoju often practiced, but she didn't see anyone; He hurriedly ran towards Qingfeng Ju, but he searched all over the main hall, wing rooms and pavilions of Qingfeng Ju, and he didn't see Han Changyu's figure.

From a distance, she saw several servants of Qingfeng Ju cleaning the courtyard, and she hurriedly ran over to inquire about Han Changyu's whereabouts. Those servants shook their heads, saying that they saw the young master Yu out of Qingfeng Residence this morning, and Xu Xu Han Mo didn't give up, thinking that Han Changyu might be staying in a corner of the Han Mansion, so they ran out of Qingfeng Mansion again and ran towards other places.

After half a day's work, she ran all over Luoxiaju, Liuyunju, Peony Pavilion, and even went back to Qiuyue Pavilion, where she lived, wondering if her brother was looking for her; However, she traveled around every courtyard in the entire Han Mansion, and she didn't see Han Changyu. By this time, it was completely dark. The disappointed Han Mo ran back to Xizhaoju panting, but he saw from a distance that the room that was closed in Murong Huang was brightly lit and the door was closed.

Han Moyu slipped under the window, looked inside through the stabbed window paper, and saw the situation inside. The beautiful woman standing in the middle of the house was none other than her mother, Mrs. Han.

At this moment, she was looking at the beautiful young man fiercely. And Murong Huang was being pressed to the ground by two maidservants, sweating profusely, panting, and seemed to be still struggling. The clothes were ripped open in the struggle, revealing skin as smooth as jade. On that skin, there are dots of red spots, and from a distance, it is terrifying.

"What a handsome face...... He actually looks so similar to Han Yueyue's slut......" Han Moyu saw his mother squatting down, reaching out and grabbing Murong Huang's black hair. Murong Huang's mouth was stuffed with a cloth ball, unable to speak, and a mournful cry came out of his throat.

"Sure enough, it's her seed, right? Hehe, that slut is dead, and I have long forgotten her; Why are you still showing up? Say! Why confuse the emperor's mind! Your mother is dead, that slut is dead!! Why are you still here?! With that, Mrs. Han stood up, stepped on Murong Huang's jade hands fiercely, and twisted them a few more times.

Han Moyu was frightened, and couldn't help but turn his face away. I only heard Murong Huang desperately trying to cry, but he was firmly covered by the maidservant with a cloth.

"Hit me, hit me hard!" Lady Han shouted, a beautiful face turned hideous with anger.

"Madam, if you fight like this, there will be scars, and you will be found!" A servant girl timidly said, "In case, His Majesty the Emperor will commit a crime......

"What are you afraid of, a lowly prisoner of war, a dying sinner, what is there to be afraid of? Do you think His Majesty the Emperor really cares about this slut? He's just His Majesty's plaything! In a few days, His Majesty will get tired of it. Mrs. Han said with an eyebrow.

"In that case, madam, why don't you wait for Your Majesty to get tired of it and then clean up this slut?" The maidservant asked timidly. Han Moyu recognized that it was her mother's personal maid Li Wan'er.

"No, I just want to clean him up now! Looking at that delicate face, I couldn't help but get angry...... His Majesty the Emperor would look at this child and think of his mother! ......" Mrs. Han gritted her teeth hatefully and said, "Torture me!" ”

"Yes!" Li Wan'er responded, grabbed the cowhide whip on the ground, and whipped Murong Huang's body fiercely. Murong Huang whimpered in pain, curled up and rolled on the ground, leaving himself in dust.

Listening to the sound of "crackling" and waving a leather whip, Murong Huang's clothes were torn one by one, and blood-red scars were cracked. Han Moyu, who was lying outside the window, saw this kind of bloody scene for the first time since he grew up, and he couldn't help but turn pale with fright and couldn't speak.

"Stop!" Mrs. Han frowned and shouted, snatching the leather whip from Li Wan'er's hand, throwing a whip at Li Wan'er, and scolding: "Why are you so stupid!" Who made you get such a visible scar?! "That'...... So what to do? Li Wan'er asked with a pout. Mrs. Han glared at her fiercely and scolded, "Useless fool! ”

saw that another maidservant, Guo Cui'er, had already stepped forward, took out an embroidery needle from the sewing kit, handed it over, and asked cautiously, "Madam, how about using this?" My cousin was on an errand in the palace, and when she heard that the concubines in the palace punished disobedient slaves and maids, and they didn't want people to see any scars, they would use this thing. Go and stab his palms, soles, and fingers, so as to make sure that he will die of pain and not see any scars. ”