On the public hall of Dali Temple, the shadow of the stick is frequent, and the bang is constant.

twenty-three

twenty-four

twenty-five

At this time, Guo Ye's back was blurred from the beating, the cold sweat on his forehead was like rain, his teeth were always clenched and muffled, and his face was full of pain and distortion. But-

He still stands proudly in the hall, preferring to bend rather than bend, and never beg for mercy.

"Poof!"

Another stick down.

"Click!"

But seeing that the stick was broken in two in response, the official in charge of the execution of the stick was suddenly at a loss, and looked at the eldest grandson Wuji in the hall in a daze, and said: "Big... My lord, the stick is broken! ”

The eldest grandson Wuji was also shocked by Guo Ye's iron bones, he has been in charge of Dali Temple for so many years, and it is the first time he has seen such a hard-headed person as Guo Ye.

In his memory, and then the stubborn and hard-mouthed officials entered the Dali Temple, the three sticks to kill the mighty stick must be wow wow shouting and begging for mercy, if the ten sticks go down, Sensei said that the torture into a move, that is, the eighteen generations of the ancestors will dig out the bottom of 1510.

But it was Guo Ye in front of him, this person who he couldn't wait to crush his bones and scatter ashes, this person in his own cognition was completely a man who didn't learn and didn't know how to shoot horses, and he actually survived to twenty-six sticks to kill the mighty stick.

Moreover, even the stick was broken, and he refused to open his mouth to beg for mercy, even if he did not bend his knees even once.

Fugitive!

These four words instantly appeared in the mind of the eldest grandson Wuji, and secretly scolded, this bastard is really an outlaw who is not afraid of death.

At this time, Wei Ting bowed his hand to the eldest grandson Wuji and persuaded: "Lord eldest grandson, in my opinion, this killing rod will end here, right?" I have already beaten twenty-six sticks, and I can't fight any more. ”

"Yes, if you fight again, you will die, if the Hou of Yizhou is killed, the emperor will blame me, and I can't afford to wait for it!"

Yu Deshui nodded slightly and agreed, then frowned and couldn't bear to glance at Guo Ye, and said secretly in his heart, today I finally know the four words of Guo Ye in Longxi, why is it so loud, alas, if it were me, it would be difficult to stand up.

was persuaded by Yu Deshui and Wei Ting, and the eldest grandson Wuji also pondered in his heart, yes, Guo Ye is quite favored by the emperor, if he is killed at this time, but he has not received any confession, it is really difficult for the emperor to explain.

Immediately, he waved his hand at the official to signal him to pause, and then shouted at Guo Ye: "Guo Ye, it doesn't taste good to kill the mighty stick, right?" This official has warned you before, but who made you so stubborn and stubborn to the end? ”

As he spoke, Eldest Sun Wuji's tone gradually softened, and he said with benevolence and righteousness: "Guo Ye, this official will give you another chance, if you are willing to confess your guilt and sign the charge, then the remaining four killing sticks will be spared, and you will no longer have to suffer from this flesh and blood whipping." How is it? ”

"Hah...... Bah! ”

Guo Ye endured the pain and looked up at the eldest grandson Wuji with disdain in his eyes, and muttered a mouthful of thick phlegm and blood and blurted out: "Phew, get out of your grandma's eldest grandson Wuji, Lao Tzu is not guilty, do you want to bend into a trick?" Do you want Lao Tzu to confess his sins? Okay-"

After Guo Ye shouted hello, he shouted with all his strength: "You want Lao Tzu to confess, right?" Okay, give Lao Tzu another thirty sticks to kill the stick, those just scratched just now, Lao Tzu's skin is itchy, even the bones are itching, come on, come again, fight again! ”

"You ......"

The eldest grandson Wuji slapped the hall in anger, and shouted at the officials under the hall like crazy: "Fight again, and fight enough for thirty sticks to kill the mighty stick." If he dies in the court, he is considered unlucky; If he is not dead, he will be thrown into a prison and imprisoned for a trial at the next day. ”

"Huh?"

The official suddenly said in a panic, "My lord, but the stick is broken." ”

The eldest grandson Wuji couldn't wait to rush down and slap this stupid donkey-like servant to death, is this fucking a demolition?

I saw him shouting in a disgraced manner: "Is there only one torture stick above the court?" Idiot! Hit, hit me, hit hard! ”

After a while, poof...... Puff puff......

picked up the stick again and again and smashed it on Guo Ye's back.

The four sticks have passed, and the thirty sticks have been completed, Guo Ye is still the Guo Ye who has not retreated.

Wei Ting in the hall was afraid that the eldest grandson Wuji would come out with another moth to rectify Guo Ye, and was worried that the eldest grandson Wuji would take advantage of people's illness to kill people, so he simply shouted at the court officials on his behalf: "Come on, the thirty sticks have been killed, and the suspect Guo Ye is no longer suitable for interrogation at this time, so drag him down and put him in a heavenly prison room and guard him carefully." ”

The officials present were all impressed by the hard bones of the Marquis of Yizhou, and of course they couldn't bear to let Guo Ye die here like this, so they immediately came to their senses, and quickly responded and dragged Guo Ye out of the Dali Temple court.

Out of the court, Guo Ye suddenly struggled to get up, shook off the servants who supported him one by one, and scolded: "Get out, Lao Tzu doesn't need you to serve, Lao Tzu will leave by himself." ”

As he spoke, he walked in front of him with his spine straight, although every step involved the flesh and blood on his back and wounds, he gritted his teeth and walked towards the direction of the prison.

Every time I took a step, my back flowed down from top to bottom with bubbling red blood stains, and the spots were sprinkled with dots, and I slowly walked out of a bloody road.

Whether it is the officials in the public hall or the officials of Dali Temple who pass by on the road, when they witness this situation, they are all admired and loved in their hearts.

This is an era of advocating power, and this is also an era of worshipping the strong

In the prison of Dali Temple, Guo Ye was imprisoned in room No. 2.

Inside the cell, it was damp and dark, there were no windows, no ventilation, and the smell was extremely fishy.

Guo Ye's cell was filled with a wooden bed covered with hay and nothing else.

He endured the pain and slowly walked to the side of the plank bed, without any strength in his body, his back was full of hot pain, and he did not dare to lie down, only lying on his stomach downward, lying on the haystack of the plank bed.

Then he gasped for breath to relieve the pain of the bloody stick wound in his back.

At this time, a jailer opened the cell door and walked in, followed by a Lang Zhong carrying a medicine box, and the two came to Guo Ye, who was lying on his stomach.

The jailer leaned into Guo Ye's ear and whispered, "Yizhou Hou, can you hear the villain's voice?" Yizhou Hou, Yizhou Hou? ”

"There's a fart, there's something to say, ......"

Guo Ye cursed, pulled the wound on the side of his body, took a few breaths of cold air, and then scolded: "Lao Tzu is not dead yet, there is no need for you to howl." ”

The jailer couldn't help but admire Guo Ye when he scolded people like this, and said with a sneer: "The Marquis of Yizhou is really a good man and a hero, he can still be so sober after suffering thirty kills, admire, the villain is really admired." If you want to say that the Hou of Yizhou is tragic in the public court today, who in Dali Temple dares to say a word of dissatisfaction? Tsk, today I waited for the villain to really see the scene, and finally knew what it means to be a man who is beaten with iron and does not kneel. Hey, look at my broken mouth, I almost forgot about business......"

As he spoke, the jailer pulled Lang Zhong behind him and shouted, "Bai Langzhong, didn't you say that your Bai family's golden medicine is a well-known holy medicine for treating external injuries?" Hurry up, give us Yizhou Hou to stop bleeding and heal, dog's day, grinding. ”

Lang Zhong, who was surnamed Bai, was also frightened by the blur of flesh and blood on Guo Ye's back, and shouted hello again and again, then half-squatted down, and said while opening the medicine box: "Little Bai Sheng has seen the Marquis of Yizhou, and today he was entrusted by a noble man to enter the prison of Dali Temple to treat the Marquis of Yizhou. ”

A nobleman's trust?

Although Guo Ye had a hot pain in his back, his brain was still clear, and he could hear Bai Langzhong's words clearly.

He was just about to ask about the noble man who had asked him to heal his wounds, when suddenly—

"Hahaha......"

A sharp and piercing laugh sounded from the opposite cell, and a hoarse voice with endless resentment roared out: "Hahaha, Guo Ye, Guo Ye, you also have today?" Haha, happy, happy, don't you believe that your status is noble, and you are superior to me? Aren't you also trapped in prison and tortured like a lost dog? Hahaha, I think you're still proud? You've got it today, hahaha......"

Guo Ye's face became extremely ugly when he heard this, and he secretly hated it, the road is narrow, is it him?

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