Struggle in the early Tang Dynasty

At this time, Wei Ting bowed his hands to Changsun Wuji and persuaded him: "Master Changsun, in my opinion, this is the end of this killing stick, right? I have already beaten 26 sticks, and I can't do any more."

"Yes, if the beating continues, people will die. If the Marquis of Yizhou did not confess his confession and was beaten to death, the emperor will blame me and I will not be able to bear the blame!"

Yu Deshui nodded slightly in agreement, then frowned and looked at Guo Ye unbearably, thinking to himself, I finally know the word Longxi Guo Ye today, why is it so loud, alas, it is hard for me to stand up Come down.

After being persuaded by Yu Deshui and Wei Ting, Changsun Wuji also thought to himself, yes, Guo Ye is quite a holy family with the emperor, and if he is beaten to death at this time, he has not obtained any confession , It's really hard to explain to the emperor.

Immediately, he waved at the yamen servant to signal him to pause, and then shouted at Guo Ye: "Guo Ye, doesn't the taste of killing power feel good? I have warned you before, but who made you so stubborn, How about stubbornness?"

As he said that, Changsun Wuji's tone gradually softened, and he said benevolently: "Guo Ye, I will give you one more chance. If you are willing to plead guilty and sign the pledge, then the remaining four killing sticks will be exempted, and you will also There is no need to suffer from the flogging of flesh and blood anymore. How?"

"Ha... bah!"

Guo Ye endured the pain and looked up at Zhangsun Wuji contemptuously, and mumbled a mouthful of thick phlegm and bloody water: "Hey, get the hell out of your grandma's eldest grandson Wuji, I'm not guilty, will you beat me to death? Do you want me to plead guilty? Okay." -"

After Guo Ye yelled good, he yelled with all his strength: "Do you want me to plead guilty? Okay, let me give me another thirty sticks of killing power. Those just scratched my skin. My whole body was itchy, even my bones Itching, come, come, come again, hit again!"

"you……"

Changsun Wuji slapped the gavel angrily, and yelled to the servants in a frenzy: "Beat again, until you hit thirty sticks to kill him. If he dies in court, it's his bad luck; if he doesn't die, Throw him into the sky prison and hold him for retrial in the future."

"what?"

The yamen servant suddenly said in panic, "My lord, but the stick has been broken."

Changsun Wuji wished he could rush down and slap this donkey-like yamen servant to death. Was this a fucking sabotage?

I saw him roaring with a loss of manner: "Is there only one torture stick in the courtroom? Idiot! Hit, hit me, hit me hard!"

After a while, puff... puff...

Again and again they swung the sticks and smashed them on Guo Ye's back.

The four sticks have passed, and the thirty sticks of killing power have been completed. Guo Ye is still the unyielding Guo Ye.

Wei Ting in the hall was afraid that Changsun Wuji would come out with another moth to punish Guo Ye, and worried that Changsun Wuji would take advantage of his illness to kill him, so he simply went overboard and shouted at the servants of the court: "Come on, the thirty sticks are over, the suspect Guo Ye is no longer suitable for interrogation at this time, let him be dragged down and put in a prison cell for careful monitoring."

The yamen servants present were all overwhelmed by Yizhou Hou's hard bones, and of course they couldn't bear Guo Ye's death here, so they immediately came to their senses, and quickly responded and dragged Guo Ye out of the Dali Temple court.

After leaving the court, Guo Ye suddenly struggled to his feet, threw away the servants supporting him one by one, and cursed: "Go away, I don't need you to obey me, I will leave by myself."

As he spoke, he was just like the way he came to Dali Temple before, he walked ahead with his spine straight, even though every step would affect the flesh and blood gaps and wounds on his back, he gritted his teeth and walked towards the sky step by step. Go in the direction.

Every time he took a step, gurgling blood stains dripped down his back from top to bottom, and the spots were scattered profusely, slowly walking out a bloody road.

Whether it is the yamen servants in the public hall or the officials of Dali Temple passing by on the road, when witnessing this scene, they all feel admiration and admiration in their hearts.

This is an era of advocating power, and it is even more of an era of worshiping the strong.

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In the sky jail of Dali Temple, Guo Ye was locked in Room A No. [-].

Inside the cell, it was damp and dark, with no windows and no ventilation, and the smell was extremely stench.

In Guo Ye's cell, there was a wooden bed covered with hay, but nothing else.

He endured the pain and walked slowly to the edge of the wooden bed. He had no strength in his body, and his back was full of burning pain. He didn't dare to lie down flat. He could only lie on his stomach with his chest down, lying on the haystack of the wooden bed. .

Then he whimpered and panted heavily to relieve the pain caused by the bloody stick wound on his back.

At this time, a jailer opened the cell door and walked in, followed by a doctor carrying a medicine box, and the two came to Guo Ye who was lying on his stomach.

The jailer leaned close to Guo Ye's ear and called out in a low voice, "Your Majesty of Yizhou, can you hear the villain's voice? Marquis of Yizhou, Marquis of Yizhou?"

"If you fart, let it go, if you have something to say, hiss..."

Guo Ye cursed and pulled the wound on one side of his body, took a few breaths of cold air, and then cursed: "I'm not dead yet, so there's no need for you to howl."

Seeing Guo Ye scolding people with such vigor and vigor, the jailer couldn't help admiring him, and said with a sneer: "The Marquis of Yizhou is really a good man with strong bones and a hero. You can still be so clear-headed, I admire you, the villain really admires it. If you want to talk about the tragedy of the Marquis of Yizhou in the court today, who in Dali Temple would dare to say a word of dissatisfaction? Tsk tsk, I really saw the scene today, and I finally know what it means A hard man is no longer a man who kneels. Hey, look at my bad mouth, I almost forgot the business..."

As he said that, the jailer pulled the doctor behind him up, and shouted, "Bai Lang, didn't you say that your Bai family's Jinchuang medicine is known as the holy medicine for treating trauma? Hurry up and stop the bleeding for us Yizhouhou!" Healing, shitty, dawdling."

The doctor surnamed Bai was also frightened by the bloody flesh on Guo Ye's back. He called out again and again, then squatted down, and opened the medicine box while saying, "Little Bai Sheng has seen the Marquis of Yizhou. Today, at the entrustment of a nobleman, I specially entered the sky prison of Dali Temple to heal your wounds, Marquis of Yizhou."

Entrusted by nobles?

Although Guo Ye was suffering from burning pain in his back, his mind was still clear, and he could hear Bai Langzhong's words clearly.

He was just about to ask about the honorable man entrusting him to heal his wounds, when suddenly——

"Hahaha……"

A burst of sharp and piercing laughter sounded from the opposite cell, and a hoarse voice roared out with endless resentment: "Hahaha, Guo Ye, Guo Ye, you also have today? Haha, happy, happy, aren't you Do you think you are noble and you are superior to me? Aren’t you also trapped and tortured like a bereaved dog? Hahaha, what do you think you are proud of? You also have today, hahaha..."

Guo Ye's face became extremely ugly when he heard the words, and he secretly hated, "The enemy's road is narrow, it's him?"

Chapter 910

It's no coincidence that there is no pair, and the road is so narrow for enemies.

Guo Ye didn't expect it, but he didn't expect that Zhao Feixuan, the bastard, was imprisoned in the opposite cell.

"hiss……"

He wanted to sit up in a rage, but he accidentally dragged the wound again, and couldn't help grinning and gasping for breath.

"Don't move, don't move, Yizhou Marquis, don't move, I will give you medicine, you can't move!"

Seeing this, Bai Langzhong immediately persuaded, "Wait for the little one to stop the bleeding first, and then I will bandage you well. You are sitting up."

Guo Ye also knew that he was sick now, how could he be as active as before?

He had no choice but to temporarily suppress the anger in his chest, and patiently asked Bai Langzhong to apply the medicine carefully, and wrapped his entire upper body with a bandage to wrap it up properly.

After working for almost half an hour, Bai Langzhong finally finished with the help of the jailer.

At this time, Guo Ye also felt that his back was no longer tearing and burning like before. On the contrary, there was a bit of refreshing coolness in the slight tingling pain, which temporarily relieved the pain in his lower back.

After bandaging, Bai Langzhong reminded in a low voice while packing up the medicine box: "The Marquis of Yizhou is a big man who broke through thousands of troops. Fortunately, you have a strong body. Otherwise, ordinary people will kill you at thirty." If you don't die under the stick, you will be half-disabled. But although you are not so serious, you have also injured the tendons and bones on your back. As the saying goes, you will be injured for a hundred days. In addition to boiling some decoctions for dispelling blood stasis, dispelling pain and consolidating the foundation and cultivating energy, you must also cultivate talents with peace of mind. You must never wield knives and sticks again, and you must never..."

As he spoke, Bai Langzhong shut up in time, because he realized that he had said something wrong.Now that Hou Guoye of Yizhou is in prison, how can he raise him with peace of mind?I heard that there are all kinds of torture instruments in the prison, if there is another round of torture, how can this body recover?well……

Bai Langzhong sighed in a low voice, hung his head and continued to pack the medicine box without speaking.

Guo Ye saw the other party's thoughts, and couldn't help but smiled optimistically: "Benhou is here, thank you, Mr. Bai. Today you stopped the blood and wrapped the wound for me. I am very grateful. I was born as a government servant. I have also been in charge of the sky prison, and I understand the dirty activities inside. Don't worry, the sky prison of the Little Dali Temple will not kill me."