Jun Wuji next to him couldn't stand it anymore, hesitated for a while, leaned in front of Jun Lie, and said tremblingly: "Father, one hundred and seventy military sticks, no matter how tough our Great Zhou Imperial Family is, it will not be able to bear it." If you continue to fight like this, I am afraid that there will be deaths. The fourth brother finally came back, you see you...... Why don't you spare him this time? ”

Jun Lie's face was expressionless: "What, you also want to be beaten with him?" Don't think I don't know what good things you did outside the palace, stealing from the official concubines. Love, spend a lot of money to pursue the prostitute. Female, one by one, sooner or later, I will have to settle accounts with you! ”

Jun Wuji shuddered, didn't dare to say more, so he had to retreat to the side.

The one hundred and forty sticks.

Jun Tianlan was covered in blood, sweat wet his eyelashes, he lay quietly on the bench, letting the people around him look at him.

The hot pain on his body should be an embarrassing situation, but he has a clear mind and does not feel ashamed.

Because at this moment, he realized very clearly that his father really wanted him to die.

From beginning to end, Miao Miao was not wrong, and neither was he wrong.

But the two of them were humiliated by this strange middle-aged man and played with them in the palm of their hands......

The execution of the Praetorian Guard has already changed three times, and the military stick has been discounted by two.

The two new forbidden soldiers looked at the bloodied Shouwang in embarrassment, Rao was used to seeing blood, and at this time he couldn't help but feel compassion, this Shouwang His Royal Highness has no half an inch of good meat on his back, buttocks, and legs, and he is dripping with blood, so how can they do it?

Xiao Guifei always smiled lightly at the corner of her lips, peeled an orange for Jun Lie, and said as if unintentionally: "Your Majesty, it seems that King Shou can't bear it, why don't you write down the thirty sticks first, and then fight another day?" ”

"Tianlan is the most capable, his hands have reached the court, only thirty sticks, what is it?"

Jun Lie seemed to be smiling, his cold gaze fell on the two guards, and the two of them were frightened in their hearts, and hurriedly moved.

The hall was eerily silent, except for the sound of sticks falling on flesh and blood.

Jun Tianlan pulled his hands deep into the bench, opened his blood-red eyes, stared at Jun Lie who was enjoying the orange petals, and laughed lowly.

"Haha, hahahahahaha......"

The laughter was like the hoarse roar of a wild beast, accompanied by the sound of the falling sticks, echoing in the main hall, strange and terrifying, terrifying.

Jun Wuji was uneasy, he didn't dare to look directly at his younger brother's blood-red and hateful eyes, and knelt down tremblingly in front of Jun Lie: "Father, be merciful!" ”

Jun Lie's face was expressionless.

Next to the Fu Gonggong can't stand it, he feels that His Royal Highness King Shou every morning bell and dusk drum to ask for peace, get good things and do not forget to enter the palace to honor the emperor, among several princes, the most pure filial piety, but the emperor has always been obsessed with the things more than 20 years ago.

He frowned: "Your Majesty ......"

"You want to be beaten with a stick too?" Jun Lie said coldly.

No one dares to admonish anymore,

……

One hundred and sixty-fifth stick.

Jun Tianlan stared at Jun Lie deadly, imprinting his indifferent appearance into the deepest part of his pupils.

One hundred and sixty-sixth stick.

He Jun Tianlan has been displaced since he was a child, but he has also learned poetry and etiquette, and knows what it means to be a father, a son, a brother, a friend, and a brother.

One hundred and sixty-seventh stick.

He didn't do anything wrong, the fault was that he was born in the Great Zhou royal family, and the fault was that he had such a cruel and cold-blooded father.

One hundred and sixty-eighth stick.

If he had a choice, he would rather be born in an ordinary family than enjoy this royal wealth, but he tasted the taste of being hated and hated by his loved ones.

One hundred and sixty-ninth stick.

One day, he will take his place and reign over the world.

When that day comes, he will be kind to his children.

One hundred and seventy sticks.

Two military sticks, broken at the same time.

Jun Lie raised his hand, and everyone in the hall understood, and they all withdrew.

The man on the bench had his black hair wet with sweat and fell to the ground weakly.

Sticky blood dripped from his body, pooling into patches of blood on the ground.

He seemed to be soaked in blood, and if it weren't for the faint snort, it would almost make people think that he was no longer alive.

Jun Lie got up slowly, walked in front of Jun Tianlan, condescendingly, and said word by word: "I warned you a long time ago, you can't rob your brother's things." This is true of the country, and so is the woman. ”

Jun Tianlan's face was buried in the crook of his arm, his shoulders twitched, and he laughed lowly.

Jun Lie couldn't see his expression, let alone care what his expression was, so he just walked away indifferently.

The room smells of blood.

……

At dusk, the Imperial Garden is slanting to the west.

In the vermilion building covered by trees, Shen Miaoyan, who was lying on the bed, slowly opened his eyes, and as far as he could see, there was a pale cyan bamboo bed and a snow-white gauze tent.

She moved, and her ass still hurt a little.

Jun Shuying came in with a bowl of medicine: "Don't move." ”

She couldn't help but look at the clean snow-white silk clothes on her body, and frowned: "Who helped me change my clothes?" ”

"The palace maid." Jun Shuying glanced at her, "I was beaten so much that I couldn't get up, and I still have the heart to worry about these little things?" ”

"It's not a trivial matter." Shen Miaoyan held on to the head of the bed with difficulty, straightened up, and her amber eyes flashed with puzzlement, "I took a hundred military sticks?" ”

"Nope." Jun Shuying avoided that gaze, scooped a spoonful of medicine, and blew it cold to her lips, "Open your mouth." ”

Shen Miaoyan didn't have the strength to toss with him, so he obediently drank the medicine: "Your father's temper is really bad, I thought he would be hit by those hundred military sticks." ”

"Knowing that he has a bad temper, you still provoke him?" Jun Shuying scooped another spoonful.

Shen Miaoyan snorted lightly, drank the medicine, and said unhappily: "I feel wronged and wronged!" Even if I am killed, I don't want to be charged with murdering the palace concubine. ”

Jun Shu Yingle hehe: "I didn't see it before, you have such backbone." ”

"That's your clumsiness." Shen Miaoyan pursed her lips and drank the medicine he had sent to her lips.

"Yes, yes, I'm clumsy!" Jun Shuying smiled lightly.

After drinking a bowl of medicine, Shen Miaoyan wiped his mouth, and when he saw that he was going out, he showed a tangled expression that wanted to speak and stopped.

Seeing him coming, she hurriedly lowered her head, grabbed the hem of her clothes, and kept silent.

Jun Shuying knew what she wanted to ask, so she asked the palace maid to take out the bowl and spoon, sat down on the edge of the bed by herself, covered the top of her hair with her big palm, the corners of her lips were upturned, and her eyebrows and eyes were gentle: "He didn't help you." You fainted with 30 sticks, and he helped you get the remaining 70 sticks. ”

Shen Miaoyan raised her head in shock, Jun Shuying rubbed her hair vigorously, and covered the gloom in her eyes with a smile: "He really, likes you very much." ”

The room was silent for a long time, Shen Miaoyan pushed his hand away, got out of bed and put on his shoes.

But as soon as she took two steps, she was so painful that she held on to the edge of the table with one hand and the injured part with the other, and her face turned pale and pale.

Jun Shuying sighed and led her back to the bed, "Let's rest for the night, tomorrow morning, I will personally send you to Shouwang's Mansion." ”

Shen Miaoyan lay on the bed and turned her head to look at him, her amber eyes full of distrust.

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