"Yes! My lord! ”

The two guards took the whip, and with a fierce look on their faces, they pulled it down fiercely!

Syllable!

The whip was whipped on Du Chen'an's back, and it made an explosion!

"Ahh

A terrible wail spread throughout the yamen of the ministry.

When the rest of the officials heard this wail, they were so shocked that they all bowed their heads and covered their ears.

Apparently, they also knew what was going on in the main hall.

Syllable!

Syllable!

Syllable!

The whip struck Du Chen'an's back, splashing blood foam, leaving terrifying traces.

A miserable wail resounded through the yamen.

Not for a while.

Du Chen'an was dying, breathing.

Laboriously waved his hand, and said with a faint breath:

"Don't fight, don't fight......"

Syllable!

One of the guards gave another hard whip.

Du Chenan groaned, lost consciousness, and fell to the ground.

The two guards looked at each other.

One person hesitated: "It should just be dizzy, right?" ”

Another said anxiously: "Take a look! Don't die! ”

The two hurriedly stepped forward, stretched out a finger, and put it in front of Du Chen'an's nose.

"And snort, not dead!"

Both of them had excitement on their faces.

"Quick! Wrap the wattle and send it to the Xiangguo Mansion! Don't wake up halfway through! ”

The two hurriedly wrapped the wattles around Du Chen'an's body and carried them away.

On the road.

When countless people saw this scene, they all showed a look of horror and pointed their fingers.

"It's all like this, and I don't let it go, and I have to wrap it with wattles, what a hatred this is, what a grudge!"

"At the feet of the Son of Heaven, in broad daylight, it is too rampant to bully an old man like this!"

"Crazy! It's crazy! ”

The two guards didn't hear it, and carried Du Chen'an to Xiangguo's mansion.

Half an hour later.

The two put the fainting Du Chen on the ground and knocked on the door.

A moment later.

The door slowly opened.

The porter Lao Zhang asked, "What's the matter?" ”

The guard arched his hand and said, "I'm tired, my family asks to see Xiangye!" ”

"Who is your adult?"

Lao Zhang asked.

The guard said: "Du Chen'an, the secretary of the ministry." ”

"Lord Du?"

Lao Zhang obviously also knew the second person in the Fang Party, the official of the Ministry of Officials.

The guard said: "Exactly! ”

Lao Zhang glanced back and wondered, "Where is Master Du?" Why didn't you see it? ”

The guard stretched out his hand and pointed behind him, "There." ”

Lao Zhang looked in the direction of his finger and saw Du Chen'an, who had fainted to death, covered in bruises and thorns.

Shocked, his face showed a terrifying look, and he hurriedly came up and called:

"Lord Du! What's wrong with you! What dog has the audacity to beat you like this! ”

When the two guards heard this, they looked at each other, and they both felt a little embarrassed.

Lao Zhang stretched out his hand and put it in Du Chen'an's nose, and after finding that there was still a snort, he breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the guard, and asked, "Master Du, what's wrong?" ”

The guard hesitated for a moment and replied, "It's complicated, please ask for the minister, just say that my family is guilty." ”

Guilty of petitioning?

Lao Zhang was slightly stunned, and subconsciously looked at Du Chen'an, who was lying on the ground, and a big question mark appeared on his face.

Isn't it just a formality?

How can anyone make themselves half-dead?

Not to mention that people can achieve the position of heavenly officials.

It's ruthless!

"Got it, I'll go in and report, you two help Master Du under the eaves."

"It's noon, don't burn people to death."

After the porter finished speaking, he hurriedly turned around and entered the house, for fear of delaying for a while, Du Chen'an died in front of the door.

When the two guards heard this, they were slightly stunned, and subconsciously looked at Du Chen'an on the ground.

Really!

My face is red!

The two of them hurriedly carried him to the shade.

In the courtyard.

Fang Xiu was holding a piece of paper and writing something with a pen.

I just wrote down the four words of Daqian Monthly.

I heard a rush of footsteps outside.

"Master, Master Du is here!"

Fang Xiu put down his pen and said lightly:

"Let him kneel at the door."

Seeing that the porter did not respond.

Fang Xiu turned his head to look at him, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Why don't you speak?"

The porter said with a tangled expression: "Master, I'm just afraid that Lord Du can't do it." ”

Fang Xiu snorted coldly and said, "What? Let him kneel, and wronged him? ”

"That's not what the little one means."

The porter was busy explaining.

"Lord Du was wrapped in thorns, lying at the door, life and death were uncertain, the little one shouted a few times, but he didn't react, so the little one said so."

Fang Xiu was stunned for a moment and asked, "Who hit it?" ”

The porter said: "It seems that I beat it myself." ”

“......”

The corners of Fang Xiu's mouth twitched, his tone softened a little, and said, "Carry him in!" ”

"Yes, sir!"

The porter turned to leave.

A moment later.

Several guards carried Du Chen'an, who had fainted, into the mansion.

Fang Xiu took a closer look.

The blood marks from the whip were as dense as fish scales.

The flesh and blood that bloomed, wrapped in wattles, looked terrifying!

I can't find a good place in my whole body!

Seeing this tragic situation.

Even Fang Xiu, who was accustomed to seeing strong winds and waves, couldn't help but gasp at this moment.

"Ruthless!"

I have to say.

Du Chen'an's bitter meat plan is just right!

Even though Fang Xiu had a great grievance, when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but soften his heart a little.

Count the days.

Du Chenan has been by his side for seven or eight years, and he has always been conscientious, not causing trouble, and not afraid of things.

Although the last time, when Qin Xingyan was impeached, he did not stand up to support him.

But that was also based on the fact that he thought Fang Xiu wouldn't wake up.

Fang Xiu arrived at the court.

Whether it was pointing at the deer as a horse or asking the grain merchant, he was on Fang Xiu's side.

Although it is to protect its own interests, it is also firm.

Unlike Zhang Shuo's wall grass, he sees the wind and makes the rudder.

Come to think of this.

Fang Xiu sighed in his heart and ordered: "Untie the thorns on Master Du's body, make another pot of warm water, help him to the bed, and clean the wound well." ”

"When he wakes up, I'll tell him what he is."

"Yes, sir!"

Several guards carried Du Chen'an, who had fainted to death, and retreated.

Fang Xiu thought about it, then took out the gold medal given to him by the little empress from his arms, handed it to the porter, and ordered:

"Take this gold medal and call the imperial doctor to take a good look at Lord Du."

"Yes, sir."

The porter stretched out his hands, carefully took the gold medal, saluted, and turned to leave.

Fang Xiu looked at his back, shook his head, and sighed.

Turning his head, he continued to write his own monthly magazine.

Half an hour later.

Fang Xiu put down the pen and looked at the area divided on the paper, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Just as he was about to tell Daji, find something interesting and fill in the rules.

Suddenly there was a miserable wail outside the courtyard.

"Fang Xiang, the crime of ten thousand deaths of the lower officials!"