My house was confiscated and I was exiled. I emptied the emperor's warehouse and fled.

As night fell and the stars twinkled, the Prince Qin's Mansion was immersed in the silence of darkness. Only the study in the front yard was brightly lit.

With a creak, the door opened and three men in military uniforms walked out. Their silent backs disappeared in the moonlight.

In the study, Qin Mu rubbed his forehead, and went over his recent official duties carefully again. After making sure that nothing was missed, he made arrangements and got up to go to the punishment room.

The palace's punishment room is the seat of family authority, and is guarded by law enforcement officers 24 hours a day.

The man on duty tonight is called Luo Guan. He is tall and sturdy, and is taking a nap leaning on a chair at a table.

Not only him, all the people assigned to the law enforcement team are fierce and strong men, and their appearance alone can serve as a deterrent.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Luo Guan woke up with a start.

When he saw that the person coming was Qin Mu, his skin and flesh suddenly tensed up, and he bowed his head respectfully: "Third Master."

A cold voice sounded from above: "Military stick, eighty."

"Third Master! I dare not." Luo Guan fell to his knees instantly.

Qin Mu took off his coat and put it aside. "You just need to follow orders. If you dare to let me go, it will be regarded as favoritism and fraud. I don't need to say more about the consequences."

"Yes." Luo Guan was a soldier who was discharged due to injury. His obedience was beyond doubt. He did not dare to ask more questions and could only agree reluctantly.

Qin Mu was wearing a thin inner garment, and he sealed off his inner strength, lying on the bench.

Luo Guan picked up the military stick that was placed horizontally on the rack, his face turned fierce, and he swung it up and down.

Those who work under Qin Mu are not merciful. But even so, after the first blow, Luo Guan quietly reduced his strength.

"Didn't you have enough to eat?" Qin Mu had suffered countless injuries and had been beaten with military sticks many times. Naturally, he knew the water in it and turned around to reprimand him severely.

Luo Guan didn't dare to hold back any longer, and the dull sound of beatings echoed rhythmically in the punishment room.

If you ask which is heavier and more cruel, the military stick or the caning in the yamen, the answer is naturally the military stick.

Because of the strict discipline in the army, the military stick is used as the main means of punishment, and every blow is real and without mercy.

Even a tough man would be terrified of this punishment once he has tasted the pain of a military stick.

The Qin family was born into a military family and was strict in their management of the family. Except for the old, weak, women and children, everyone else was punished with a military stick or whip.

Luo Guan didn't dare to show mercy, but that didn't mean he couldn't do anything.

The military stick is placed from the back to the legs, avoiding the fragile lumbar spine and sharing the burden.

Every time the stick comes down, it will be dragged for a moment and then lifted up.

This technique is called dragging and hitting. After a few blows, the skin and flesh will be torn apart. It looks extremely serious, but it is actually a way of saving life.

Correspondingly, the injuries from bullets may not seem serious on the surface, but in fact there is a large amount of blood clots hidden in the body. If the skin is not broken and cleared, it can be fatal.

The air was filled with the sweet and fishy smell of blood. The white clothes on his back had already been torn to pieces. When the military stick was raised and dropped, it brought up blood mist, rags, and even tiny pieces of meat.

Overwhelming pain attacked from behind. Qin Mu, who was sitting on the torture bench, suffered so much that he was convulsing. A very light, dull groan of pain came from deep in his throat. There was already a sea of ​​blood and sweat beneath his body.

"Seventy-five, seventy-six... eighty."

Luo Guan threw away the blood-stained military stick, knelt down in front of Qin Mu, and called out anxiously: "Third Master, Third Master!"

At this time, Qin Mu's mouth was full of sweet and fishy taste, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. He tried his best to concentrate and struggled to get up, but his exhausted body was so heavy that he could hardly move.

Luo Guan carefully transferred him to the bed in the side room, and then quickly went to call for Doctor Hua from the mansion.

Doctor Hua was woken up in the middle of the night. Seeing Qin Mu's injuries, he was furious: "Qin Mu! Why are you ruining your body again!"

At this time, Qin Mu had already lifted the shackles on his internal force, and his scattered consciousness had returned to normal. He was soberly enduring the pain.

When he saw Doctor Hua, a bitter smile appeared on his pale face: "Uncle Hua, I broke the rules and I deserve the punishment."

"You, you, what can I say about you?" Doctor Hua took into consideration his injuries and did not ask what specific fault he had.

He took out a pair of scissors from the medicine box, cut the tattered robe along the edge, and gently peeled it off. "There is still some cloth torn into the wound. I need to take it out."

Qin Mu's body trembled slightly in pain due to his injury, and he felt even more bitter when he heard the words.

This is unanimous punishment once again!

But in front of his subordinates, he couldn't bring himself to use anesthetics. He could only bury his face deeply in the pillow, ready to endure the pain of picking out the debris.

Qin Mu couldn't help but gasp as a sharp pain came from his back.

But soon, he found that the pain was not as intense as he had imagined.

It turned out that Dr. Hua applied a layer of ointment with surface anesthetic effect on his back, and then carefully used tweezers to pick out the scraps of cloth that were stuck to the flesh and blood.

Surface anesthesia can effectively reduce the degree of pain, but it is not completely insensitive like general anesthesia.

For someone like Qin Mu who has a special physique, the effect is there, but it is not enough. However, excessive use will bring side effects to the body, and one can only rely on willpower to get through it.

In this secluded corner of the palace, basins of clean water were brought in and blood was taken out.

Under the faint moonlight, the breeze blew gently, and it seemed to carry a hint of an uncontrollable moan...

*

The next morning, the sky was overcast and a light drizzle fell.

Su Yunwan was awakened by her biological clock. Qingtang and other maids heard the call and brought water into the room to help her dress and wash.

She noticed that Qingtang looked a little reluctant, and asked while getting dressed, "What happened?"

"It was the Third Master. He punished himself with eighty military sticks." Qingtang's eyes turned red instantly, and his voice was hoarse and choked.

Su Yunwan's leisurely mood suddenly became gloomy, "Why didn't you tell me in time!"

After saying that, without waiting for Qingtang to answer, he picked up a jade hairpin from the dressing table and quickly turned around and walked out.

As she walked, her silky black hair was tied up, and two strands of hair on her cheeks fluttered in the wind, adding a touch of seductive charm to her beautiful face.

"This happened in the middle of the night. The Third Master didn't want to alarm anyone else. It was not until dawn that the law enforcement team came to report." Qingtang hurriedly chased after him.

Walking out of the room, Su Yunwan glanced at the drizzling rain, crossed the corridor, and strode towards Qingsong Garden.

"Princess, please walk slowly. Be careful of the slippery road..." Qingtang's heart was in his throat. He kept chasing and persuading her.

Su Yunwan walked without stopping and arrived at Qingsong Garden as fast as she could, just in time to run into Uncle Qin walking out of the main room.

Seeing Su Yunwan's unrefined outfit, Uncle Qin frowned fiercely, "Niece-in-law, now that things have come to this, you should go back and tidy up first, and then come to see Qin Mu."

Su Yunwan is naturally beautiful, and this lazy and casual look makes her even more charming.

He had caught the attention of countless guards along the way, and he couldn't let a fire start in his nephew's backyard.

Su Yunwan was already in a bad mood, and after Uncle Qin said this, she became even more irritated and said coldly, "Uncle, please don't worry about my business."

He is not her father, why does he care so much?

If he hadn't proposed any rules, Qin Mu wouldn't have ended up like this!

Uncle Qin's face was like a big dye vat, changing from black to red, from red to blue, and then from blue to black again.

He has been in a high position for so many years, and has never been humiliated like this!

However, Su Yunwan's private affairs would be difficult to directly control even if her eldest brother, who was her legitimate father-in-law, was still alive, let alone him, an elder from the next room.

In the end, Uncle Qin suppressed his anger and left in anger.