The boys gathered around. The boy who was kicked down by Ruoyu just now rushed to the front with a fierce expression. Ruoyu waved his hand to ward off the two of them, but he couldn't prevent the boy behind him from twisting.
Hold your own wrist
The young man behind used force, causing Ruoyu to lean forward. She wanted to get up but was held down on her back. She reluctantly raised her head and saw the sneering Meng Youdie.
And when I looked up, I saw... wasn't the person next to Meng Youdie with his head slightly lowered She Yue?
Meng Youdie seemed to have sensed Ruoyu's gaze, and turned to She Yueming with a slanted corner of her mouth, "Come on, raise your head and let your original master take a look."
She Yue trembled slightly, but she still raised her head after listening to Meng Youdie's words. The scab on her head had healed, but there was a layer of fine sweat on her smooth and white forehead. Did she feel nervous? Or was she right?
I barely feel a little guilty...
"I think that's good. If Qingwen doesn't treat you well, how about I let you vent your anger today?" Meng Youdie smiled softly at the person who was still shaking her hands, and took it from another maid behind her.
He handed a long leather whip to She Yue and said, "I'll let you beat it."
Looking at that little person, Ruoyu's heart ached slightly. She had always thought that Sheyue must have been forced to do the Huayuge matter. When she heard her name in the morning, she still missed her a lot, but she felt sorry for Meng Youdie.
Does it mean that I have been treating her badly...
She Yue's hands couldn't help shaking, she shook her head vigorously and said, "No, Princess Side, I can't..."
Meng Youdie listened to She Yue's words and did not force the whip. She spread her hands helplessly, stroking the whip with her hand and said to the guard in black: "This maid of mine must think that she is too weak."
I just refused, so please come and give me twenty lashes."
Twenty lashes... Ruoyu couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. The whip in Meng Youdie's hand was shiny. Even if she was whipped five times, she might not be able to bear it. If she really had to whip herself twenty lashes,
I don’t even know how many times I’m going to die.
The guard in black smiled cruelly and was about to take the whip when a trembling female voice sounded. She Yue took the whip with trembling hands and said, "I'll hit you."
If the guard came to beat him, he would hit his skin with the whip, but when She Yue came to beat him, he would hit his heart a few times in addition to his skin.
"Whoosh -" The sound of the whip scratching the air was very loud, sucking up the surrounding breath and rubbing against my tense nerves.
When the whip fell, I felt like my body was going to explode. It hurt a lot.
Moreover, the thin clothes on her body were torn apart with just a whip. I didn’t expect that She Yue would attack so cruelly.
This wave of pain has not subsided, but it was hit by another whip, which was about to hit my spine. Not only was it painful, but it was also mixed with a numb and sour feeling.
Those people were laughing at their faces that were red from the pain, especially Meng Youdie, who was standing upright, and she was laughing crazily. The face that she once thought was still alive became increasingly blurry and distorted.
The sight becomes less and less clear, and all the feelings are concentrated on the falling whip after whip.
Gradually, I lost strength in my legs. I just felt that my whole body was softened by the rubbing, and I couldn’t feel anything at all.