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The palace maid who was in charge of slapping stood in front of Liu Suizhu with an expressionless face. As if she didn't have a mind, she hit again and again, not only the angle and strength of each slap were similar, but even the interval was almost the same.

"Yuhuan!" Liu Suizhu stretched out his hand to block it, then grabbed the arm of the execution palace maid, and then turned his head and shouted.

Zhu Hai and Yuhuan were both her maids when she was in the Qinglou. Later, she was taken by Han Xiu, so she brought these two maids out.

"Madam......" Yuhuan trembled, not daring to step forward. This is a person in the palace, she stands in front of others, and she feels inferior.

Liu Suizhu didn't expect her to resist, so she glanced at her, and then snorted to the west side of the room.

Master Lang!

Yuhuan's eyes lit up, and he immediately rushed out.

Regarding Yuhuan's actions, the lady of Fengyi didn't take it seriously at all, she just glanced at it, then withdrew her gaze, and said in a deep voice, "Keep fighting!" ”

Liu Ji is going to move the rescuers!

However, it is useless to find anyone.

Not to mention that the king is busy at the moment, even if she really invites the king, these fifty slaps must be carried out a lot.

Rules are rules.

There are no rules, there are no rules.

As an emperor who has risen from the grassroots, he must pay more attention to these rules, otherwise, his throne will not be stable.

"Mother, Mother!" As soon as Han Lang heard that the Liu family had been beaten, he couldn't even bother to wear shoes, so he ran out barefoot.

"Who are you? Why did you hit my mother? Han Lang rushed all the way to Liu Suizhu like a small cannon battle, and pushed the palace maid who was being executed fiercely.

"Young Master Lang!" Liu Suizhu shouted in a choked voice, and deliberately lowered his head so that Han Lang could clearly see the palm prints on his face.

Han Lang is Shi Jiao'e's own son, she doesn't believe it, with Han Lang desperately protecting her here, who would dare to beat her?

The female officer of Fengyi narrowed her eyes and seemed to be a little surprised, but she quickly hid her emotions and said in a cold voice: "Continue the execution!" ”

"Don't bully my mother! Bad guys, you bad guys! Han Lang looked frightened, tears were already rolling in his eyes, and his legs trembled uncontrollably, but he still refused to let go.

"What are you doing in a daze, don't pull him away!" The lady of Fengyi frowned, and looked at Han Lang with indifference in her eyes.

When the palace maids got the order, they immediately stepped forward, grabbed one of their arms, restrained Han Lang, and then pulled them to the side.

The little body kept writhing, but it couldn't break free. He kicked and kicked as hard as he could, but it was in vain.

"You dare to do something to Young Master Lang?!" Liu Suizhu was stunned, and then seemed to think of something, and said eagerly, "Young Master Lang is the queen's son!" ”

She thought that these palace maids didn't know Han Lang's identity, and since they obeyed Shi Jiao'e's orders, they would definitely not dare to touch Shi Jiao'e's son.

Pity......

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! ”

The crisp slap sounded again.

Han Lang struggled desperately, turned his head to look at Liu Suizhu, and after seeing Liu Suizhu being beaten again, he cried loudly as if he had been stimulated by something.

Because of Han Lang's identity, the palace maids didn't dare to push too hard, and when they saw him struggling badly, they were afraid of hurting him, so they had to let go of their hands.

Han Lang didn't run back, but squatted on the ground all of a sudden, hugged his head with trembling hands, buried his face in his knees, and curled up in a ball, crying screaming.

He was not the kind of childlike crying, but, with infinite fear, as if Liu Suizhu was not slapped, but killed.

The brows of the female officer of the manners furrowed even tighter.

"Get him out!" The female officer with a straight face also frowned and said to Wanxi.

Wanxi didn't speak, just watched silently.

Liu Suizhu was still being slapped, Han Lang's crying was getting louder and louder, and he had begun to become hoarse, sobbing while crying, and even his crying was intermittent.

The lady of grace was a little embarrassed: although she was not afraid of the queen's blame, but the queen's son cried like this, and she would inevitably be disliked by the queen.

But she is not good at coaxing children.

Just when the female officer was in a dilemma, Shi Jiao'e came over with a cry.

She was in her yard just now when she faintly heard a cry. Obviously it was just a faint voice, but Shi Jiao'e strongly felt that this cry must be Han Lang's.

It's an intuition, an intuition that belongs to the mother.

"Lang'er ......" Shi Jiao'e stood at the door, looking at her son distressedly.

Han Lang cried heartbreakingly, holding his head with both hands, his little shoulders trembled, because of the constant sobbing, the crying had weakened, but he was still sobbing one by one.

"Lang'er!" Shi Jiao'e walked over hesitantly, cautiously not daring to touch him.

She was afraid that Han Lang would resist, would push her away desperately, would kick and beat her angrily, and even opened her mouth to bite her for Liu Suizhu.

However, Han Lang didn't.

He seemed to be immersed in his own world, trapped in some terrifying memory, and kept crying in horror with his head in his arms. He felt nothing but crying.

"Lang'er!" Shi Jiao'e hugged him distressedly.

How did her child, her Lang'er, become like this? What the hell is going on?!

Shi Jiao'e's appeasement did not play a role.

Han Lang was still immersed in fear. It was as if he had returned to that day, heard the hurried trumpet, and saw the horrors of war.

He saw death and blood with his own eyes. He saw a young soldier with his neck cut off in front of him, blood spurting into the sky.

He even saw that the severed neck, with a trace of sinew connection, exposed the white bone ballast, hung around the neck.

He was so frightened that he forgot to cry, and he forgot to close his eyes, and just watched, watching one living person after another, fall beside him.

He was picked up, escorted out, and put into his father's carriage.

He thought he was safe, and he wanted to take refuge in his father's arms. However, at this moment, he was kicked out of the carriage by his father.

He howled loudly, he cried hard, trying to attract his father's attention, to arouse his father's sympathy, to be protected.

But no, all he got in exchange was shouts and slaps.

"Lang'er, my mother is here. Don't be afraid, your mother will protect you and accompany you all the time......" Liu Suizhu broke free from the palace maid's hand, and approached Han Lang while comforting softly.

When she walked to Han Lang's side, she squeezed Shi Jiao'e away at once, and then hugged Han Lang into her arms.

"Don't be afraid, my mother is here, always here. No one can hurt you. Liu Suizhu's voice was gentle, but firm.

Han Lang gradually relaxed, inhaling one by one. His little hands clutched Liu Suizhu's clothes tightly, as if he was afraid that she would abandon him.