Dream Hua Embers Records

It wasn't the first time Yan Yin saw the punishment of being executed with a stick, but she had never faced death so closely.

Five bloody corpses were displayed in front of Yan Qihao's tent.The inhuman corpse looked like a broken and filthy puppet. The blood flowing around had dried up slightly, but the fishy smell was even stronger, making people want to vomit.

Yan Yin's legs trembled involuntarily, but when he thought of the layers of soldiers and generals around him, he couldn't let them see the joke, so he could only try his best to restrain himself.

Beside Yan Yin was a pitch-black torture bed, which seemed to be faintly emitting blood, Yan Yin knew that it was probably prepared for herself.

In the big tent, Yan Qihao frowned tightly after listening to Wang Zongshen's report, "Then... what other issues are there in the army?"

Wang Zongshen opened his mouth, wanted to speak, but stopped.

Yan Qihao looked around and saw that there were only a few personal soldiers in the tent and no outsiders, so he became a little impatient, "You just talk and say what you want, there are no outsiders here."

Wang Zongshen bowed again, and said hesitantly, "There are rumors in the army that Mr. Xiao Lang has an affair with that little Concubine Zong, or even has an affair. That's why Mr. Xiao Lang went to help them. Mr. Mr. Xiao... It was a beauty trick..."

Yan Qihao slammed the table, "Who chews maggots like this? He's still a child, what can he do?!"

"Yes, yes..." Wang Zongshen bowed again and again, and said only in his mouth, "Do you want your subordinates to investigate this matter thoroughly and arrest and deal with those who are the leaders of the rumors?"

Yan Qihao shook his head, "There's no need, it's Yan Yin's indiscretion in words and deeds that gave people the truth."

"Yes, yes... These men in the army have always been like this. Even if a female goose flies in the sky, they will still talk dirty for a long time. You can't blame Mr. Xiao Lang entirely."

Yan Qihao nodded, noncommittal.

Wang Zongshen asked tentatively again, "Xiao Langjun is still waiting outside the account, what should I do?"

Yan Qihao frowned and hesitated for a moment, "Let's fight!"

Hearing these two ambiguous words, Wang Zongshen was at a loss, but seeing Yan Qihao's grim expression, he didn't dare to ask, he bowed slightly, and wanted to accept the order.

Yan Qihao was in a hurry and wanted to find a step down, but Wang Zongshen just didn't know how to give it.

It would be great if... Puhan was here, he is someone who can guess his own mind at any time, even before he figured out his own mind, he already knew it clearly.

Yan Qihao sighed deeply. Although the attack on Zhao was a great victory, it also suffered heavy losses. The 15 army stopped for three stops, and he himself lost his right and left arm. Ye died in the siege, and none of the remaining people were successful. Nie Temu was brave and good at fighting, but he was greedy for wine and lust, and he was not safe enough. But the drive to be blameless is really depressing to watch.Even the few soldiers around me are not particularly smart and capable...

Hearing Yan Qihao's sigh, Wang Zongshen was stunned.

Just at this time, a man stumbled in from outside the account, knelt down on the ground, and hissed, "My lord! You can't beat me! Mr. Xiao Lang is young and weak. He has been sick for a while, but he can't hold back the army stick! Two If the board goes down, it will kill him!" It was Agu.

Seeing someone begging for mercy, Yan Qihao heaved a sigh of relief. He looked at Agu with a hint of gratitude, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "Change the cane, hit me!"

Wang Zongshen bowed and asked, "How much?"

Yan Qihao clenched his fists tightly, his nails were dug into the flesh, the small cane was originally a punishment between father and son, master and slave, it had never been used in the army, and if there were fewer beatings, this beating would be like a joke, beating It was too much, and I didn't know if the child could bear it, so I weighed it in my heart for a long time before uttering this sentence: "Hit him until he admits his mistake and begs for mercy."

When Yan Yin saw Wang Zongshen walking out of the big tent with a gloomy expression, his heart shivered.

Wang Zongshen didn't talk to Yan Yin either, but whispered in the executioner's ear.

The executioner got the order and turned away.

Yan Yin finally couldn't bear it anymore and said to Wang Zongshen, "I want to see my father!"

Wang Zongshen shook his head, "The prince didn't say he wanted to see you."

Yan Yin's eyes darkened, she pursed her mouth, and stopped talking.

The torture bed was too big, Yan Yin was lying in the middle, unable to reach the sides, she looked so weak and lonely.

Yan Yin lay there, smelling the smell of lacquer and faint blood on the torture bed, and couldn't help thinking of the fish that was thrown to death by Puhan on the ice of Bianshui that day.

Two soldiers came up and pressed Yan Yin's shoulders.

Yan Yin just felt awkward, and hurriedly said, "Don't touch me, I won't move."

The two looked at each other and shook their heads lightly, but they didn't believe it, but when they saw Yan Yin's bright eyes full of pleading, they both relaxed their hands by coincidence, and just put on a fake show.

Behind him, two more soldiers came up, lifted Yan Yin's skirt, and wanted to take off his trousers.

"No!" Yan Yin quickly blocked it with her hand.

"Xiao Lang, according to the rules in the army, you must take off your clothes when you receive the rod." The executioner said softly, bowing his body.

"Really?" Yan Yin couldn't believe it, propped up half of her body, and looked up at Wang Zongshen.

Seeing Wang Zongshen nodded slightly, Yan Yin let out her breath, and lay down obediently, letting her be manipulated without moving, but her face was so red that it was about to bleed.

There was dead silence around, as if everyone was watching with bated breath, this made Yan Yin feel even more ashamed, this kind of shame even made him forget about the coming pain.

Yan Yin kept cheering herself up in her heart: "This is the rule, everyone is like this, there is nothing... I have done something wrong, if I don't follow the rules, my father will definitely be even more angry."

At the same time that Yan Yin felt a chill behind her, there was a low voice from all around, like exclamation, like staggering, like admiration, like regret, can't explain clearly.

Dressed in pink and jade, Yan Yin, as beautiful as a girl, lay quietly on the dark torture bed at this moment, the spotless white clothes stretched out, like a dying white bird, the snow-like skin behind her, It seems to be faintly shining, such a beauty, people can't bear to break it.Those who exclaimed were either shocked by such beauty, or surprised by Yan Qihao's unselfishness, or they had dirty thoughts about masculinity that are common in the army, in short, they couldn't help but blurted out.

The lingering rhyme of that voice hadn't dissipated yet, and there was a popping sound, and that spot of brilliance was instantly stained with a blush, and then, with a crisp sound, the blush gradually expanded and became deeper... …Finally, a few spots of bright red struggled out from the crimson, and dotted on the snow-white skirt, like red plums blooming in the snow.

There were always whispers like that one after another, full of regret and surprise.But there was never a single sound from the child under the whip.

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