"Are you handicap?" The corners of his mouth provoked a smile, and he endured the pain, "It's only three whips." ”

I don't know how long it will take.

The subordinate did not speak or refute, and threw the whip fiercely.

He was in severe pain, his lower abdomen was tense, and he felt the pain of his flesh very clearly.

Perhaps, heartache is more appropriate......

Outside the basement door, Duanmuyan listened to the faint muffled sound inside, only two lights were lit in the dark basement, creating a layer of warm light and shadow on the man's body, his slender fingers kept knocking on the wall, his brows were tightly wrinkled, he only felt strange, even the air became suffocated, and the pleasure brought by the uneasiness and pain tormenting him came more intensely.

How could he be merciful to that man's son?

In Duanmu Yan's eyes, there was still no temperature.

The subordinates on the side stood beside him, and when they saw him raise his steps and wanted to go in but did not move, he asked strangely, "Master of the house, since you want to go in, why did you stop again?" ”

In the basement, Zhao Lansheng, who was being whipped, opened his eyes when he heard this, and his heart lit up with a light of anticipation when he heard this, but Duanmuyan's words immediately sent him to hell, "Why should I go to see wild seeds?" I just want to see how many lashes I have been given now. ”

"Homecoming, only the sixteenth whip ......"

"Count as many as you want."

"Yes......"

The whipping continued, but Zhao Lansheng couldn't even hear his own breathing, Duanmuyan's words were like a big hand pinching his neck, pinching his face purple, and his throat was painful and bitter.

He slowly closed his eyes, and a whip flicked over and hit the side of his face, the shocking whip marks and blood stains gilding his delicate face with a pale handsomeness.

He laughed, what is it that he has been so humble?

He didn't belong to this family at all, and his status was not even as good as Luo Qianyun.

It's him...... is too naïve, Duanmuyan has given up on him, only him...... Like a fool.

Zhao Lansheng lowered his head slightly, and looked at the rows of marks on half of his body, but unfortunately Yue'er couldn't heal him this time...... But it's good......

The little girl will definitely cry when she sees it, and then she will scold him for being so careless...... He wanted to hear what she had to say to him, but it hurts...... He would never mention it to her.

Because when he thinks about it, it hurts.

Yue'er ......

In the Lingwang Mansion, Qiu'er pushed open the door and made a creaking sound, Rong Yue of the bed was suddenly awakened by the sound, got up from the bed, and raised her head as if panicked, "Qiu'er?" ”

"It's me, miss, what's wrong with you?" Qiu'er ran forward worriedly and glanced at her, "Her face is so pale...... Miss, are you having nightmares again? ”

"Probably......"

"Miss, look at you, if it weren't for the slave and maid coming in, I'm afraid you would have to sleep until noon!"

Rong Yue didn't know what was wrong, she only felt cold sweat, she got up and took her clothes, "Help me change my clothes, and I'll see my mother later." ”

"But Miss, Steward Tang didn't let me, saying that it was the order of the envoy."

“……”

How did she forget about this stubble?!

"Forget it, you go out first."

Qiu'er let out an "oh" and then withdrew. Rong Yue looked out the window, remembering yesterday's incident and having a headache, she was angry at Zhao Lansheng's concealment, she must have told him after the wind went back, and she didn't know how he would react...... Wouldn't it be angry too?

She pursed her lips, simply changed into a set of light clothes, opened the door and came all the way to the backyard of King Ling's Mansion, which was not far from King Zhao's Mansion.