Lu Shaolin didn't know about this problem either, so he simply didn't think about it and left this problem to the people below.
What is the use of a superior? To take the blame and work as a coolie.
"Inflict punishment on the prisoner." Lu Shaolin commanded the officers with great authority, even more powerful than the Nine Emperors.
The official came forward and looked left and right, hoping that Lu Shaolin could give some tips on which one to put on the rack.
Unexpectedly, Lu Shaolin was extremely single and looked up at the sky.
Lu Shaolin was unreliable. The two officials hoped to see something from the faces of Uncle Nine Emperors and Princess Anping, but they did not dare to look directly at the royal family members, so they had to...
Gritting his teeth, he stepped forward and lifted Feng Qingchen up. There was only one torture rack in the punishment room.
Feng Qingchen did not resist, nor did she go to see Dong Lingjiu. She knew that the remaining matters were beyond her control.
Dong Lingjiu picked up the tea cup and took a sip. Just when the official was about to tie up Feng Qingchen's limbs, Dong Lingjiu said calmly: "Master Lu, I am very suspicious of you, the commander-in-chief of the Blood-clothed Guards."
How did you become the envoy?"
"Buzz..."
Lu Shaolin felt his scalp tighten, like a prisoner sentenced to death, trembling and shaking: "Nine, Uncle Nine Emperors, calm down."
It's a pity that Dong Lingjiu ignored him at all and drank tea leisurely, as if I didn't say anything, I just came to drink tea.
Lu Shaolin's forehead was covered with sweat, but he didn't dare to wipe it. He turned around and shouted at the officer: "What do you do? I asked you to put the prisoner on the torture rack. How did you put Miss Feng on the torture rack? Why don't you hurry up and put the prisoner on the rack?"
Put the money in and deposit it."
When the two officials heard this, their faces were ashen and they wanted to beg for mercy, but were frightened by Lu Shaolin's ferocious eyes.
Obviously, these two officials were the people Lu Shaolin used to contradict him.
"Yes, yes, I am stupid, please forgive me." The two people quickly apologized. Under Lu Shaolin's impatient eyes, they carefully put Feng Qingchen down and bowed to him repeatedly.
Feng Qingchen shook his head and said nothing.
From the moment Uncle Nine Emperors appeared, she knew she was safe today. When she heard Uncle Nine Emperors' direct defense, a warm current seemed to flow through her heart.
She glanced at Dong Ling Jiu secretly, but found that Uncle Jiu Huang didn't look at her at all. She felt quite disappointed, but she could only lower her head to hide the bitterness in her eyes.
She had a deep sense of inferiority in front of the Nine Emperors Uncle.
Jiuhuangshu was so perfect that he was so perfect that he was unattainable.
The development of the matter was completely different from what Princess Anping imagined. Princess Anping was so angry that she cut off her nails, but she did not dare to show it on her face.
Seeing Feng Qingchen standing there without kneeling for a long time, Princess Anping had no place to vent her anger, so she shouted at Feng Qingchen: "Feng Qingchen, who asked you to stand, why don't you kneel down quickly."
Feng Qingchen rolled his eyes and did not argue. Just as he was about to kneel down, Dong Lingjiu raised his hand: "Forget it, just stand and let Mr. Lu review the case."
At this time, prisoner Qian Jin had been tied to the torture rack.
He had known his fate for a long time. Although he was afraid, he did not dare to shout out. His whole body was arched in a strange posture, as if he was afraid of the torture rack.
Thinking about it, there is no one in this world who is not afraid of the torture rack of the blood-clothed guards.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, do you think what instrument of torture will be used first?" Lu Shaolin became even more timid after being slapped by Dong Ling Jiuyi.
Unexpectedly, Dong Lingjiu didn't give him a good look at all, and said coldly: "You have to ask me about this too? How did you become the commander of the blood-clothed guards?"
Lu Shaolin looked pained and thought to himself, "Aren't I afraid that you, the old man, will be dissatisfied?"
"How about? Use the whip first?" Lu Shaolin didn't dare to make the decision without permission, so he asked again.
"Yeah." Dong Lingjiu responded.
Princess Anping stood behind her, her whole face twisted with anger.
She did not expect that Uncle Nine Emperors would defend Feng Qingchen so uprightly.
It is really……
So irritating.
But she couldn't do anything or anything. In terms of whether the Nine Emperors Uncle was above her or whoever generation he was, she couldn't compete with him at all.
Anping could only twist his handkerchief angrily and glare at Lu Shaolin fiercely, asking him to be smarter and remember that this was something the Queen had personally confessed.
Lu Shaolin lowered his head silently, avoiding Princess Anping's sight, and took action himself, picking up the whip and lashing Qian Jin.
"Pah, pah..."
The whip was struck one after another, but no skin was broken and no blood flowed out. However, Qian entered a big man and screamed miserably.
"ah……"
"ah……"
This is the secret of whipping. It won't hurt if you are beaten to pieces, but it will hurt if you only get strips of red marks.
This whip is also very powerful when it is struck. The skin and the flesh inside are all rotten with one whip. The pain is so painful that it makes people want to die.
After ten lashes in a row, Lu Shaolin was already out of breath.
"Sir, I'm recruiting, I'm recruiting, it's Fengxiu, Fengxiu ordered me to assassinate the princess." Prisoner Qian Jin had runny nose and tears on his face, he was so miserable.
"Keep fighting." Dong Lingjiu ordered.
"Yes." Lu Shaolin took a breath and continued to pump. During this period, he could hear screams. Feng Qingchen looked away, unable to bear to watch.
"Feng Qingchen, let me watch."
Feng Qingchen quickly turned around, only to find that Uncle Nine Emperors was not looking at her at all, but she still followed Dong Lingjiu's order and stared.
Another ten lashes passed by, and Lu Shaolin was sweating profusely from exhaustion, but Qian Jin still insisted that it was Feng Qingchen.
Lu Shaolin was too lazy to pay attention, and was going to get the iron comb again, ready to use it for punishment.
"I'll do it, I'll do it, sir, I'll do it." There was no part of Qian Jin's body that was not in pain, and he had runny nose and tears in his mouth.
"Okay, who ordered you to assassinate the princess?" Lu Shaolin waved the iron comb in front of Qian Jin, which was full of threats.
If Qian Jin didn't agree, he would have to bear the pain of the meat being scraped off like vermicelli.
Qian Jin trembled, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, he closed his eyes and said: "Fengxiu, it's Fengxiu."
"You kid, if you don't eat the toast, you'll have to drink it as a penalty. Well... if I don't give you something to show off, you don't know how high and thick the sky is."
If Lu Shaolin still doesn't understand Dong Lingjiu's meaning, then he really doesn't need to be the commander-in-chief of the Blood-Shirt Guards.
But at this moment, Uncle Nine Emperors spoke again: "Okay, Mr. Lu, although the Bloody Guards are very particular about punishment when handling cases, they cannot resort to beatings. What if the prisoner commits suicide? Go...cut off his tongue first, so as not to
He bit his tongue and committed suicide."
Pfft... The first half of the sentence is still human, but why is the second half so weird?
Tongue cutting?
Feng Qingchen swallowed hard and looked at Uncle Nine Emperors secretly again.
She didn't know whether to be happy or sad.
I am happy that Uncle Nine Emperors spared no effort for her; I am sad...the atrocities of this era are really terrible.
Human life is so low.
"Yes, Uncle Nine Emperors." But Lu Shaolin didn't feel anything. Tongue cutting was a normal thing in the Blood Clothes Guard.
Two officials came forward, removed Qian Jin's jaw, and took out a pair of raw embroidery iron scissors.
Evil... Feng Qingchen felt nauseated and wanted to close her eyes. However, Uncle Nine Emperors had a miraculous calculation and said before she closed her eyes: "Feng Qingchen, keep your eyes open and watch."
"Yes, Uncle Nine Emperors." Feng Qingchen responded, suppressing the nauseating feeling and opening her eyes wide.
She understood that Uncle Nine Emperors did not want to torture her, but that Uncle Nine Emperors wanted her to understand the rules of this world and see clearly the methods of the powerful in this world.
This is good for her.
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