"The holy aunt questioned Gu's decision in court and committed the crime of talking. Fifteen slaps."
As soon as he finished speaking, a guard came over with a ruler in hand. He walked up to the holy lady without squinting his eyes and bowed respectfully.
The holy aunt turned to look at the young man, her heart beating like a drum.
"Snapped!"
"Pah! Pah!"
After fifteen strokes, the holy aunt's mouth was broken and bleeding continued.
His back was hunched, and he seemed to be a little wobbly when standing.
When Shen Yi saw that the guards had finished beating him, he slowly stepped forward, smiled faintly, and reached out to help the old woman up.
"Ye Liang, Saint Aunt is getting older and her body is getting worse now. Don't worry about other people's affairs on weekdays. Go back and rest early."
The Holy Aunt didn't know what to say, she just felt a chill in her heart.
The Lord treated me with a smile and a smile, but anyone could see that there was no trace of the gentleness of an old friend in the Lord's eyes.
When I come back this time, I am afraid that my lord does not want to properly preside over the affairs of the gods, but more like he is going home to seek revenge.
The holy aunt didn't know how she got out of Zhaohua Hall.
When she came out, she was completely lost. When the saint saw this, she rushed forward to greet her, held her cold arm and exclaimed in a low voice, "Sir, saint, what's wrong? You, your face?"
The holy aunt smiled bitterly and shook her head.
The king insists on destroying Luo and enshrining the whole family, which may cause great dissatisfaction in the enshrinement courtyard.
The saintly aunt smelled a hint of the coming rain and let out a long sigh.
The saint turned her head and glanced at the brightly lit Zhaohua Palace, her eyes slightly narrowed under the veil.
"I wonder if the chief minister can return from his travels?"
When the holy aunt heard this, she couldn't help but feel more and more bitter.
The king could be cruel to her, let alone the immortals in the enshrinement courtyard.
What if the chief minister comes back? Can he stop His Majesty's decision?
I'm afraid that in the king's heart, he has long been extremely dissatisfied with these old guys.
"It's been such an eventful time." Saint Aunt sighed softly.
In Zhaohua Hall, a room is brightly lit.
Wuying hurriedly walked in, bent down and bowed carefully.
"How?" The cold voice echoed through the hall like a night ghost.
Wuying's heart convulsed, and he shrank his neck and whispered, "When my subordinates led the people there, I heard what the disciples guarding the mountain at Xuanjian Peak said. It seems that Xuanjian Peak has been searching for days, but has never found any trace of the empress of the Gu Jiang clan."
"The empress should have already escaped...escaped."
Shen Yi's cold gaze shot towards him.
For a moment, Wuying almost felt that he was about to be killed by his master's gaze.
"It seems? It should be??" The man was obviously completely dissatisfied with this answer.
Wuying had never seen such murderous intent in his master. He was so frightened that he broke out in cold sweat and quickly lifted his robe and knelt down on the ground.
"My subordinate deserves to die, my subordinate. I also found out that Emperor Xuanjian Peak, Emperor Qing, seemed to be possessed by someone and controlled him. He took a little girl from the countryside and hurried down the mountain for unknown reasons. He has not come back yet. "
"Little girl from the countryside? What little girl from the countryside?" Shen Yi's pupils shrank and he couldn't restrain his anger, "That's the orphan Si'er!"
That guy Liu Fuyi must have used some means to deform her concubine.
"A bunch of idiots are useless!" Shen Yi said coldly.
The foggy shadow didn't even dare to come out.
Not daring to accept the master's words casually, Wuying knelt there and lowered his head.
When Shen Yi thought about what happened before, his emotions were agitated for a moment, and the wound on his heart couldn't help but feel a dull pain.