While the prince struggled in pain, he saw the crowd of onlookers pointing at him, covering their mouths and snickering, and talking a lot. Ugly in public, or beaten, such a shame is like a mountain, pressing on his heart, making him extremely embarrassed!

When the prince saw that everyone was staring at him, he wanted to grit his teeth and insist, no matter what, he would not be ashamed. But the iron rod was indeed powerful, and when it struck him firmly, it made him wail uncontrollably.

And the cloth ball in the prince's mouth also blocked his mouth, making him unable to open his mouth to scold and vent his emotions. He could only passively be pressed on the stool, and endured a worse beating, and the intense pain made him unbearable.

He could no longer care about his face, and began to wail frantically and struggle on the stool, but the force that hit him in the sore spot became stronger and stronger, and for a moment the skin opened and the flesh opened, and the blood stained his clothes and trousers. The prince's screams were about to cut his throat, but he couldn't scream, and the sharp pain in his flesh made him cry like rain.

The crowd of onlookers sighed at this time, stretched out their hands and began to judge the prince's miserable struggle.

"Is this pretended? I've counted, but I haven't played much, so why is it like this? ”

"Hmph, the prince is not well raised, his ten fingers do not touch the spring water, and the skin is tender and tender, so he will naturally call it after two strokes!"

"Well, you don't understand this, do you see the iron and wooden rod in the executioner's hand? It's exquisite. ”

"What's so exquisite? Isn't it just a thing that beats people's boards? ”

"The top half of this iron and wooden stick is wooden, and the lower half is rolled with iron, which is hard and ruthless, if you think about the iron rod hitting a person, the bones will be broken, not to mention the flesh on this body, the skin will open and the flesh will bloom in a few strokes, and it will be beaten to death."

"Huh? So powerful? No wonder the prince struggled so badly, shouldn't he beat the prince to death in public? ”

"Well, it's hard to say, and this iron and wooden stick is also very particular about using it. Those who can execute will only beat people to the flesh, and the blood will flow, and the pain will be unspeakable. People who don't grasp the strength well not only hurt their skin but also their bones, or they will die soon. ”

"Tut-tut, this is too scary, this big brother, what do you think this will be?"

"I think the executioner's method is like the first one, and this prince has enough hardship to endure today."

"Wow! Look, the prince seems to have been beaten and cried! ”

"Tsk! The big man is still crying! Laugh to death! ”

The prince was pressed against the stool, already trembling from the beating, his mouth whimpering, and tears rolling down. Every time the stick struck him, his expression twisted and struggled in pain, and the beating was far more painful than when he was a child.

The extreme pain, in addition to making him struggle frantically, he just wanted to scream and beg for mercy, begging Ming Shiyin to let him go. And the shameful laughter of the people around him, and the pointing at him, made him want to die now, a hundred, suffering this shame, what face does he have to live in the world. The prince's heart was gloomy for a while, and he suddenly gritted his teeth, raised his head and knocked it on the wooden bench, wanting to knock it to death, and he was gone.

At the moment when the prince's head was about to hit the wooden bench, a gentle peony bloomed on the wooden bench and caught the prince's head, and at the same time there was a laughing voice from Ming Shiyin: "Your Royal Highness the Prince, I can't bear to let you die like this, and I still have to appreciate your tragic end." ”

When the prince glared at Ming Shiyin with hatred in his eyes, the iron rod behind him hit the prince again, and his eyes instantly widened, and he howled miserably, and tears rolled down the corners of his eyes. The prince was so painful that he was about to go crazy, and he struggled hard to run, but there were palace people around him who held him down. The fierce ironwood stick was whipped hard at the sore spot of the prince's skin, and the prince howled in pain, trembling all over, only where he was beaten, and the blood spread on his clothes and pants, which was shocking to watch.

The onlookers instantly felt that it was not fun when they saw that the prince's clothes and pants were bloodied. Although he heard the prince's sharp howl, the prince's mouth was stuffed with cloth, his face was pale, and his eyes were tearful, and he looked a little pitiful.

The two executioners alternately beat the board, without stopping for a moment, and everyone saw the prince struggling and writhing on the wooden bench, and the blood on his clothes and pants was getting more and more, and the onlookers felt a little unbearable.

"Look, this prince's ass has really been opened."

"It is estimated that he has been beaten to eight or sixteen petals a long time ago, and he deserves it, he is all self-inflicted!"

"That's it, who told him to unjustly kill the palace maid and kill the attendants! Such a vicious person should be beaten to death! ”

"That's right! The skin and flesh are all pro! This person who will be killed by everyone around him, do you still expect him to be a good monarch in the future? ”

"There is such a sympathy for the villains to be beaten! I think it's best to kill in public! ”

"Yes, yes! What a prince is not very sonic! If you do bad things, you deserve retribution! Well played! ”

"That's it! It is! Well played! Well played! ”

"Kill this unkindness! A bad prince who is disloyal and unfilial! ”

The prince was pressed on a stool and beaten alive, and his mouth was gagged again, he really couldn't survive, he couldn't die. And at this moment, he heard someone in the crowd shouting, "Good fight!" He was extremely shocked and touched in his heart, he had never been in contact with these people, why did those people applaud? The last trace of support in the prince's heart collapsed in an instant.

No one will come to save him, even in full view, no one will come to save him, everyone wants him to be beaten to death. The crown prince was completely devastated when he was in great pain in his body. He desperately howled and whimpered under the iron rod, struggling desperately with all his might, but saw Ming Shiyin standing far away, looking at him with a happy face, as if he was very proud.

By the time the sun had completely receded, and night came, the people in the square were almost gone. The two palace people who were executed stopped their hands. At this time, the prince was already lying on the bench, like a puddle of rotten meat. His breath was dying, his face was pale, his forehead was full of sweat, his hair was also wet with sweat, his mouth was full of a smell of blood, and the big cloth ball blocked his mouth, and his eyes were only a small slit that could not be opened.

The prince only felt that the flesh on his body was trembling, especially the place where he was beaten, the flesh and blood had long been blurred, and the sharp pain was like using a piece of glass to scratch his flesh and skin again and again, the flesh and blood were separated, the blood flowed, and the pain was almost numb.

He hates to be alive, and being alive seems to be the greatest torture for him. He lost all face. is so ugly in public, or one day, the whole country of Tianxiang will know that he, the prince, was beaten in the square because of the persecution of the palace people. What is the point of his life, just to make other people laugh at him? At that moment, the prince really wanted to die, and he didn't have the courage to live.