Chapter 1051: Some are happy and some are sad
After the second captain finished playing the five imperial sticks, he replaced the third captain to continue playing the imperial staff, and then changed to the fourth captain to take over the last five. Lower the imperial staff.
Ouyang Zishi was very satisfied with these imperial staffs. They worked very hard on the imperial staff, and it could be seen that they had used all their strength. The whole scene was beaten like a slaughterhouse, with great force and brutality. Zhu Pingan was beaten with every stroke, and Zhu Pingan howled at the top of his lungs like he was killing a pig.
But
Nothing can be done
But Zhu Pingan, this little bastard, is too tough!
Although Zhu Ping'an was howling miserably with every stroke from the imperial staff, the little bastard Zhu Ping'an was howling miserably. Ping An seems to be getting happier the more miserable he is.
He is really a country boy who digs food in the dirt. He is thick-skinned and thick-skinned, but his life is cheap. Even the Lord of Hell would not accept him.
Ouyang Zishi couldn't help cursing Zhu Pingan in his heart. He never doubted that the imperial staff released water from the beginning to the end. In his opinion, the imperial staff not only did not release water, but because he stuffed the banknotes, The beating became even harder, and each stick was so brutal that it was completely designed to beat Zhu Pingan to death. Zhu Pingan's screams were so miserable that many onlookers cried.
It’s not that the lieutenants were ineffective, it’s just that Zhu Ping’an’s life was too hard, and the imperial cane was used too little. Zhu Pingan, a flatterer, did not forget to flatter the emperor first when interceding for Yang Ni. The emperor who flattered him made an exception and only ordered Zhu Pingan to be beaten with twenty imperial rods. If he could be beaten with thirty imperial rods, he would use today's method. , Zhu Pingan was beaten into a dead dog.
"It's a pity, Zhu Pingan, a bastard with mud-legged life, is too tough. I can't even beat him to death." Ouyang Zishi looked at Zhu Pingan, who was moaning more and more happily on the field. It was a pity that his teeth hurt. , the whole face was distorted.
"Yes, it's a pity that there are only twenty imperial rods. If I could have ten more imperial rods, I would definitely beat this little bastard to death." Luo Longwen beat his chest in pity, as if he had missed a hundred million. Ouyang Zishi looked at each other and sighed.
Yuan Wei also had a look of pity on his face, but seeing Zhu Pingan howling miserably after being beaten, he was also very satisfied in his heart.
"Pa!"
After the last stroke of the imperial cane, Zhu Ping'an howled at the top of his voice as usual. His hair was messy and his face was dirty. It was very miserable to go up there.
In fact, when he first hit the imperial stick, Zhu Ping'an screamed miserably. It was so painful that he couldn't control it. It actually didn't hurt that much after that. But he was acting in a full set. Don't let people see that the imperial rod was leaking, and save it for Feng. Bao also caused trouble to the captains. Of course, this is also a kind of self-protection. The worse he is beaten, the more dissatisfied he is with interceding for Yang Jisheng, so he can vent his anger.
Feng Bao listened to Zhu Pingan's miserable howl and felt extremely grateful to Zhu Pingan. He was a person who served at the feet of Emperor Jiajing all year round, and his ability to observe words and emotions was several times higher than everyone present. Duan, accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger. Can you do it if your skills are not high? Zhu Pingan's usual howl at the top of his lungs was well-intentioned. He could see that Zhu Pingan's shameless howl was to cover up the water from the imperial staff and not to cause trouble for himself and others. You know, scholars are most concerned about face.
"Master Xiao Zhu, please take care of yourself. You will have a good life when you go back. The Za family has to report to the Holy One." After the imperial rod was beaten, Feng Bao said goodbye to Zhu Ping'an. He was a prisoner. The official must go to Xiyuan as soon as possible after the execution of the imperial stick is completed.
"Ahem, Eunuch Feng, go slowly. Please forgive me for not being able to see you off." Zhu Ping'an lay on the ground, raising his hands tremblingly.
"Master Xiao Zhu, please don't move. You will be taken care of for a long time. The Za family is leaving." Feng Bao stopped Zhu Ping'an with concern, said goodbye and was about to leave.
"Brother Zhu, woo woo..."
"Uncle, woo woo..."
Li Shu, Hua'er and Qin'er were already crying before Feng Bao could leave. He ran over and pushed Feng Bao to the side who was saying goodbye. He squatted on the ground and surrounded Zhu Pingan to inspect his injuries. He shed tears of distress.
It’s nice to have a family, and it’s nice to have someone who cares about him. Feng Bao looked at this scene with envy, bowed his hand to Zhu Ping’an from a distance, and turned back to Xiyuan with his servants to reply.
After all, it is a court staff. Although the water leakage is serious, after thirty court staff came down, Zhu Pingan's originally white and tender buttocks were now a mess of blood and flesh. The wounds were hideous and looked very scary. The surrounding linen was also stained with blood.
"Woohoo, how can I make it like this ..." Li Yan saw Zhu Ping's flesh and blood hips, distressed like a knife twisted, tears flowing down, trembling with a slim jade hand and wanting to touch it, but again Afraid of hurting Zhu Pingan, he stopped just one centimeter away from Zhu Pingan's butt, and his eyes were swollen from crying.
"Ah...wuwuwu...my uncle's butt is smashed, how painful it is..." Baozi's little maid Hua'er only glanced at Zhu Pingan's injuries and trembled. He covered his eyes with a pair of chubby hands. After a while, he slowly moved his chubby hands away, revealing a pair of rabbit-like red eyes, and bright tears rolled down his cheeks.
Qin'er couldn't help but wipe her tears.
"Ahem, it looks scary, but it doesn't hurt very much." Although he knew they were concerned, Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but feel his face turn red when the girls stared at his butt like this. Sorry, I coughed and comforted them.
"Liar, my butt is almost smashed, how can it not hurt..." Li Shu pouted her little mouth, and her distressed tears fell down, and a few hot tears fell on Zhu Ping'an. On the butt.
Tears contain inorganic salts, and falling on the wound is like spreading salt on the wound. Zhu Pingan's buttocks trembled in reflex.
"I'm sorry, Brother Zhu..." Seeing this, Li Shu shed more tears.
"It's okay, tears are sterilizing and good for wound recovery." Zhu Ping'an endured the pain, smiled and comforted Li Shu.
"I know about disinfection, but what is sterilization? You are a bad person who always fools people. Just endure the pain and I will let them carry you to the soft couch." Li Shu shed tears and stood up to greet Liu Dadao. them.
Liu Dadao and Liu Dachui had already prepared the soft couch. Now they brought the soft couch over and placed it on the ground under Li Shu's instruction. Then they carefully lifted Zhu Ping'an and placed it on the soft couch. On the couch.
During the lifting process, the wound would inevitably be pulled, causing Zhu Ping'an to moan twice.
"Be gentle, be gentle..." Li Shu felt distressed from behind and glared at Liu Dadao and the others several times. (End of this chapter)