Struggle in the early Tang Dynasty

In the joint trial of the three divisions, the one in the middle is the chief official, and the hall officials on the left and right are auxiliary officials. They have the power of supervision, but not the power of arbitrariness.

Wei Ting and Yu Deshui were slightly taken aback, as if they had already guessed what Changsun Wuji was going to do.Immediately, they looked at Guo Ye regretfully, and shook their heads at him, as if they were telling Guo Ye that, as assistant officers of the third division's interrogation, they were really helpless in some matters.

Both of these two belonged to the same faction as Wei Zheng, and they had always been in a friendly alliance with Guo Ye's Shilin Qingliu faction, but they were at odds with the old ministers of Tiance Mansion.

Therefore, they still had a friendly attitude towards Guo Ye during the joint trial of the three divisions, and Yu Shinan also asked Wei Zheng to take care of this matter.

Guo Ye also noticed the expressions of the two of them. Looking at Changsun Wuji jumping over the wall in a hurry, he naturally guessed what the other party was going to do. He knew more or less the procedures and details of the third division's joint trial.

But he still shook his head slightly at the two of them calmly, and smiled, signaling them not to take it to heart, and he didn't blame them.

Changsun Wuji naturally also noticed the exchange of eyes and expressions between Wei Ting, Yu Deshui and Guo Ye, and felt even more upset.

Immediately, he yelled ferociously at Guo Ye: "Okay, Guo Ye, since you have not pleaded guilty, then according to the rules of the three divisions' interrogation, I have the right to hit you with a [-]-year-old stick, just to kill you once."

Speaking of this, he pretended to be benevolent and sighed, and said softly: "Guo Ye, it's not so easy to survive under the stick of thirty kills. There are all witnesses and evidences. Why are you here? Let me ask you again, can you plead guilty?"

"Fuck you!"

After Guo Ye cursed angrily, he suddenly laughed wildly and said: "Changsun Wuji, put away your hypocrisy, I won't accept your set. Thirty kills, right? Okay, come on, just go if you feel like it." If you beat me to death, if I beg for mercy, I will be raised by you. I have left my words here today, Changsun Wuji, if you don’t kill me today, I will pay you back a hundred times when I walk out of Dali Temple Today's humiliation will make all of you bastards restless."

"Presumptuous, you dare to abuse like this in Dali Temple? It's against you..."

After finishing speaking, Changsun Wuji's cheeks were as red as fire, and he shouted to the yamen servants on the left and right: "Two classes of yamen servants obey the order, push him to the ground, and serve him with thirty killing sticks."

Changsun Wuji gave an order, and the two yamen servants walked up to Guo Ye, grabbed one of Guo Ye's arms with one hand, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty of Yizhou, I can't help myself, please forgive me."

shhhhh~

Then two yamen servants ran up to Guo Ye, each holding a stick, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty of Yizhou, brothers are also following orders, I'm sorry."

Two yamen servants were responsible for pushing Guo Ye to the ground, and two yamen servants were responsible for beating his back with sticks.

The killing power stick is not a spanking, but a solid back. People who are weak in physical resistance against beatings are going to die.

Unexpectedly, Guo Ye suddenly threw away the two yamen servants who were holding him down, stood upright in the courtroom, and shouted: "I don't need others to hold me down, and I won't kneel on the ground. If you want to fight, just stand up and beat me. I would rather die standing than kneeling to live, remember, hit to death, don't be light-handed, a little bit of pain will make my memory long."

wow~

He tore off the brand-new robe with both hands, revealing a strong and muscular upper body with sinister tendons protruding, as if showing Guo Ye's anger and strength to everyone present.

bang bang bang~

Guo Ye clenched his fists and beat his chest like a war drum, raised his hand and pointed at the eldest grandson's family angrily, and said provocatively: "Come on, let's fight, under the stick of thirty kills, if I beg for mercy, I will be raised by your eldest grandson Wuji."

"Okay, this is what you asked for!"

Changsun Wuji gritted his teeth and looked at Guo Ye, and shouted at the two yamen servants, "Hit, hit me, hit me hard!"

puff~

A yamen servant picked up his stick and brought it down with one blow. Guo Ye clenched his teeth and grunted without even shaking his body.

However, a pain still filled his whole body in an instant, and he yelled again: "Come on, keep on coming, son of a bitch!"

puff~

One stick down, smash it full!

puff~

Another stick came down, a gap was opened, blood was splashed, and pieces of meat flew everywhere!

puff~

a stick

two sticks,

three sticks,

……

……

Flesh and blood flew across the room, and under the stick of killing power, the whole room was filled with bloody setting sun, and muffled sounds continued.

Guo Ye gritted his teeth tightly from the beginning to the end, groaned continuously but did not cry out for pain, let alone begging for mercy.

Wei Ting couldn't stand it anymore, lowered his head and sighed secretly.

Yu Deshui couldn't bear to look directly at him, so he quietly turned his head away.

All the yamen servants in the courtroom, and even the book office in charge of recording the cases, looked at each of them with horror and admiration in their hearts. Yizhou Hou is really a tough man!

Chapter 909

In the courtroom of Dali Temple, there were frequent shadows of sticks and constant bangs.

23,

24,

25,

At this time, Guo Ye's back was bloody from the beating, cold sweat dripped down his forehead like rain, his teeth were clenched and he kept grunting, and his face was distorted in pain.but--

He still stood proudly in the hall, he would rather bend than bend, never begging for mercy.

"puff!"

Another stick down.

"Crack!"

But the stick was broken in two in response to the sound, and the yamen servant who was in charge of carrying out the execution with the stick was suddenly at a loss. He looked at the eldest grandson Wuji in the hall in a daze, and said dully: "My lord... my lord, the stick is broken!"

Changsun Wuji was also intimidated by Guo Ye's toughness. He has been in charge of Dali Temple for so many years, and this is the first time he has seen someone as tough as Guo Ye.

In his memory, no matter how stubborn and hard-spoken officials enter Dali Temple, if they go down with three sticks, they will definitely yell and beg for mercy. Fifty ten to dig out the bottom out.

But it happened to be the Guo Ye in front of him, this person who I wished I could smash his bones to ashes, this person who was completely uneducated and sycophant in my own perception, unexpectedly survived to the 26th stick.

Moreover, even the stick was broken, and he still refused to beg for mercy, even if he didn't even bend his knees.

Outlaws!

These four words instantly appeared in Changsun Wuji's mind, and he secretly cursed, this bastard is really a desperado who is not afraid of death.