Outside the Li Zheng Hall, under the corridor steps.
The light snow was falling, and the red walls and black tiles of the nearby pavilions and palaces became more and more vivid in the light snow, losing a bit of their usual majestic expansion, while the mountains and hills in the distance were blurred by the flying snow, making them miserable.
The two execution guards held whips in their hands and, holding back their laughter, ordered the clothes on the side to take off their lower garments, revealing their white buttocks.
The one on the left was obviously very familiar with Fang Jun. He smiled and said, "Erlang, how offended I am!"
Fang Jun lay down on the long bench and looked back at the guards with playful smiles. He always felt that they looked familiar. After looking at them for a long time, he remembered that whether he was whipping or hitting the board, it was this executioner.
It can be regarded as "no acquaintance without fighting"...
"What nonsense, hurry up, I'm still waiting to go home for dinner!" Fang Jun urged, rolling his eyes.
The guard smiled and blinked: "Don't worry, we know what's going on."
All the guards who are in charge of executions in the palace are bright-eyed and quick-thinking people. They are the best at figuring out His Majesty's thoughts and know who has really annoyed His Majesty and whom Your Majesty wants to teach him a lesson. They also know who they are.
Although His Majesty is angry, His Majesty just wants to educate...
Lesson and education are different words, but the nature is different, and the severity of the action will naturally be different.
Just like noble disciples like Fang Jun and Sun Chong, the feud between them is just a little too much. Although Your Majesty is furious and wants to teach you a lesson, but if the whip is struck too hard and hurts the muscles and bones, it will
If you accidentally leave a disability, the unlucky ones will be the guards who administer the punishment.
Changsun Chong on the other side looked at Fang Jun talking and laughing with the guard who was in charge of the punishment, and immediately snorted in displeasure. He couldn't help thinking that these two people were acquaintances and wanted to let loose when they were being punished.
Just a few strokes of the whip and everything will be over?
This thought still lingered in his mind, and before it could be dissipated, there was an explosion of a whip tip in his ears, followed by a sharp pain in his buttocks. The pain made him gasp and widen his eyes.
He almost couldn't hold back and screamed. If he screamed at the first whip, wouldn't he be laughed at by Fang Jun?
However, he endured the pain desperately, but screams like a slaughtered pig came from the other side.
"Ah...yo...ow..."
Every time the whip was drawn, it was accompanied by Fang Jun's earth-shattering scream. The shrill tone could penetrate the sky and reverberate everywhere!
Changsun Chong was stunned, almost forgetting the pain. He turned his head and looked at Fang Jun in surprise, thinking to himself, "Isn't it embarrassing for you to scream so miserably?"
Fang Jun didn't care what he thought. He screamed one after another, each one louder than the last. Just hearing this sound, he didn't know what kind of torture he had suffered! In fact, although the executioner's guard swung his whip high,
It's high. When the tip of the whip falls in mid-air, it plays with the whip, making a crisp "snap" sound, and then falls on the buttocks, but it doesn't hurt much...
Changsun Chong, who has always been a weirdo and a good baby since he was a child, has never experienced any of the lessons that other naughty children have to go through, such as the hand paddle, the whip, the feather duster, etc. It was only then that he suddenly realized that there is knowledge in whipping.
Dozens of whips can cut a person's skin to pieces, severely injure muscles and bones, or even kill him, or they can cause thunder, thunder, and raindrops without causing any pain or itching.
In his mind, he lamented that there is knowledge everywhere in life, but the guards who were executing the execution behind him were sweating!
Why?
The two of them were tortured at the same time. Fang Jun's scream was so miserable that it shook the sky. Although it was a bit exaggerated, he had a good attitude! Didn't he have to scream when he was whipped? If you, Changsun Chong, kept silent like this, let others
how to think?
Obviously the whip is not strong enough...
You said that if you are a strong man, strong in resisting beatings, and able to endure torture, it would be fine if you cut off your head and leave a big scar. But look at your little appearance, with your thin skin and tender flesh.
Do you look like the kind of person who resists beatings?
Although you can't whip hard, you still have to look good. Otherwise, what will your majesty think? I'll let you two carry out the execution, and you two will give me favors just for fun...
If His Majesty investigates, who can bear it?
There was no other way. In order to make Changsun Chong scream out, the executioner had to grit his teeth and secretly use strength in his hands...
With this effort, the feeling is completely different.
Before, it was just a pain in the skin and flesh, and Changsun Chong could bear it. But now when the whip is pulled down, all the flesh on his body trembles. It seems that every whip is like the severe pain of a knife cutting off a piece of flesh. It is so painful.
marrow!
After a few whips, Changsun Chong burst into tears and couldn't bear it.
But when he heard Fang Jun screaming at the top of his lungs, he felt unhappy!
Why should I be as dishonest and dishonest as this gangster? We are modest gentlemen. Even if we die, we must be generous and calm, and we must maintain this vast spirit of a scholar!
Wail for mercy?
Someone disdains it!
Therefore, the harder he endured, the harder the execution guards exerted their strength, and the harder the guards exerted their strength, the more stubborn Changsun Chong became!
I just won’t scream!
Then, it becomes a vicious cycle...
When the whip was finished, the guard who executed him was sweating profusely and his face was pale. He was holding the whip in his hand and didn't know what to do. This is your majesty's beloved son-in-law, the son of Sun Wuji, the eldest son of Zhao Guogong. Take a look at this fair and tender boy.
I whipped my tender butt so hard that I couldn’t even look at it...
How to explain this?
The guard was at a loss as to what to do. In his heart, he sent greetings to his eldest grandson and all eight generations of his ancestors. Can you please don't play with us if you have such a bad temper? Just scream a few times casually so that His Majesty in the room can hear it, and we will follow suit.
How simple is it to just whip a few times?
Look at Fang Jun, he screamed so loudly that he just had some skin damage. He can go home and give some medicine to heal for a few days and it will be fine. But look at you... In order to make Changsun Chong scream, this
The position was also very ruthless, and there was not a single piece of good meat in the entire rear buttocks.
Fearfully, he came closer. The guard wanted to help Changsun Chong up, but suddenly he smelled an unpleasant smell. He subconsciously glanced at Changsun Chong's lower body. The thick felt underneath him was smeared for some reason.
A big piece was wet...
Mother!
I told you to pretend, you know it hurts, right? Even after you peed, you couldn’t even scream twice. You’re better than Fang Jun...
*****
At the entrance of the Li Zheng Palace, Changsun Wuji's face was as dark as water, while Fang Xuanling's face was expressionless.
The two most powerful ministers of the day had been there for a while, and they had different moods as they watched their sons being whipped.
Changsun Wuji was so heartbroken that he wished he could rush forward and take his place in his life. This most beloved son had never been willing to scold him with even a harsh word since he was a child. How had he ever been punished like this?
Fang Xuanling, on the other hand, was a little distracted and didn't care.
What is the temperament of my son? When he was a child, he was as dull as a piece of wood. He couldn't bleed when pricked with an awl. For this reason, Fang Xuanling's hair turned a lot gray. Although he often gets into trouble and gets whipped, this man is so excited that he gets into trouble.
What are you afraid of?
Changsun Wuji listened to Fang Jun's screams and was upset, and said angrily: "Brother Xuanling, your son is a seven-foot-tall man who acts without scruples and is cruel and ruthless, but he has no blood. This is Fang."
Is there a way to teach at home?”
Fang Xuanling's face darkened.
Even if it’s not a thing, it’s still my son. Why are you making comments? Do you really think that I am easy to bully because I, Fang Xuanling, am always laughing and joking like a good old man?
"Auxiliary machine, this is wrong! Although my second son is a little lazy, he can go into battle to kill the enemy and charge into the battle, but he has never been timid! It is probably a habit learned in battle. He usually laughs and laughs like me, but if he eats
Although I was tricked by someone, I can still draw my sword in anger!"
This is quite rude to say!
You said that my son has no scruples in being cruel? That’s because your son is the one who started the trouble! Why, he was bullied and made to nod and bow with a smile on his face, but he didn’t have any temper at all? You think so!
Your son took away my son’s official position and the Shenji Camp that my son founded, so what?
Even if there are millions of tigers around your son, my son can still capture your son single-handedly!
Changsun Wuji's face was ashen. He didn't expect that Fang Xuanling, who had always been gentle and gentle, would be so rude. If he continued talking, there would be a quarrel. The sons of the two families had just fought, and the two elders started to fight again.
Your Majesty, why don't you get so angry?
"Humph! Farewell!" Seeing the execution over there, Changsun Wuji flicked his sleeves and simply left.
Fang Xuanling didn't give him a good face either, "I won't give it away!"
The superficial harmony that the two powerful officials had maintained was finally broken because of their son.