Hidden in the court

When she walked steadily to the door, she was stopped.

"What are you doing? How dare you!"

The two soldiers with guns simply held their spears horizontally to block her way.

"How dare you, get out of the way!"

At this time, Li Yi finally spoke: "Drag her back."

Upon hearing this, two officials immediately stepped forward, one of them locked one of the man's arms, and escorted him back to the team.

"What are you doing? Let me go! Let me go!"

When the others saw this, they knew they couldn't get out, so they buried their heads even lower.

"You...did Lord Hu say yesterday that those who don't follow the rules will be punished?"

There was still a smile on his face, but his tone was as cold as an evil ghost under a wine spring. He turned his head and looked at the person who was about to leave.

"You... come first, hand or face, pick one..."

"What do you mean, what do you want, I am..."

Before he could finish his words, he was held down by two clerks behind him and taken to the oil pan.

"What are you doing? Let me go."

He screamed and struggled frantically, twisting his waist, tensing his legs, and digging his feet into the ground.

She was really stunned for a moment, "Mad man, you mad man!"

She had no doubt that her "pig's trotter" was really going to be fried in the frying pan. Seeing this, the others also lowered their heads and remained silent.

Li Yi gave her a look, and two more officials stepped forward, and the four of them finally pushed her forward again. But whether it was because her resistance was too intense or for some other reason, the forward movement was very slow, and as the oil pan got closer, she became more and more nervous.

"Gudu——"

The people standing behind couldn't help but swallow their saliva. It was too brutal. Could it be that I would be the next one? I want to go home...

An invisible terror shrouded the hearts of several people.

Finally, she reached the frying pan, and looking at the charred pig's trotters in the pan, she thought of her own hands and started struggling violently again. Unfortunately, the four officials held her down tightly, and she could not move them even if she tried her best.

"I'll keep your face, and my hand... I'll keep your right hand, that's enough. You won't need it anyway since you have someone to serve you."

When she heard these words, it was like a bolt from the blue, and she started crying again.

Immediately, someone held her arm and was about to put her hand into the frying pan. Cold sweat had already soaked her whole body. Feeling the temperature on her hand, hearing the crackling sound in her ears, and watching her hand getting closer and closer to the scalding hot oil, she finally collapsed.

"Have mercy, have mercy, sir, I was wrong, I won't do it again!"

Li Yi stared coldly without responding.

Just at this moment, a drop of boiling oil splashed and fell on her hand, and she screamed immediately.

"what--"

The heart-wrenching screams resounded through the sky, along with the previous pleas for mercy.

Everyone who was training outside the courtyard suddenly felt their hearts tremble, as if a sledgehammer had hit their chests. What was going on? Was he really going to be tortured? Fortunately, I knew what was happening. Even Hu Die looked at me with a slight sidelong glance, feeling a little worried.

As the frying pan made another sizzling sound, the people in the yard turned pale with fear. She really dared to torture them!

"Chop off your hand and take you to the back for treatment."

As soon as he finished speaking, the people behind him saw an official holding a knife shining brightly, and he swung it down with a sharp move.

Then he dragged the man away like a dead dog.

Li Yi walked to the oil pan, fiddled with something from it, and dropped it on the ground.

“It’s the hand!”

One person screamed in surprise, and the others turned pale with sweat instantly covering their foreheads.

They were all young masters and young ladies from wealthy families. Although they lived a life of luxury, they had never seen such a scene before. They no longer cared about their reputation and knelt on the ground, shaking like sieves.

"Sir, please spare my life. We will never dare to do it again."

"Yes, you are a magnanimous person, you must abide by the rules..."

Li Yi waved his hand, "You are just late, you don't want to leave. Considering that it is your first offense, go out and run five more laps. Finish before class. Go ahead."

"Yes, I'll go right away..."

Without caring about their legs which were limp from fear, they staggered to their feet and immediately ran out the door.

The people outside the door were also frightened when they saw several people running out, but they did not ask any more questions and continued to practice.

After a few people left, Li Yi quickly bent down and picked up the "hand" on the ground.

"Whoosh..."

He blew on it twice, brushed off the dirt on it, and began to chew it with relish.

"My chicken feet..."

An official stepped forward and said, "Sir, she fainted before I put my hand in. What should I do?"

"Wake her up with some water and make her work as a toilet cleaner."

Li Yi continued to gnaw on the chicken feet nonchalantly, and suddenly glanced at the frying pan, "My pig's trotter!"

An hour later, when the people who had finished their drill returned to the yard, they learned that someone's hand had been fried in a frying pan and chopped off, and they took a deep breath again. Suddenly, I felt that my waist and legs were no longer sore, and it felt good to run.

Jia Yi was even more thankful that he got up early today and did not fall into Li Yi's hands.

But when Hu Die learned the truth, she was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

After dinner, they rested for fifteen minutes and then started the class. Everyone sat at their tables obediently.

It’s true, it feels like I’m still eavesdropping in classes at the Imperial College.

“This is a long-lost feeling.”

"I have to say, it does seem familiar."

Suddenly an old man came in from the door, and it seemed that he was the gentleman who came to give a lecture.

"Brother, this place must be too similar to the Imperial College. Why did I dream about Mr. Cui?"

Jia Ren rolled his eyes at him, "That's Mr. Cui!"

After being surprised, everyone felt that it made sense, except that now it really became the branch supervisor of the Imperial College.

“I am very pleased to see you all here…”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone laughed out loud. Everyone knew that they came here because they were uneducated and had a bad reputation in the capital.

"Why are you laughing? I have no intention of teasing you. Most of you are my students. Graduating from the Imperial College shows that you are not bad in talent and learning. You are just dazzled by the prosperity of this world.

The real villains are already in the prison of the Ministry of Justice, or have lost their heads. In my eyes, you are the pillars of the country. Here, you are still my students, and I am here just to teach you. If you make mistakes again, I will see you again in two months.

If I remember correctly, in the last class I taught you, I talked about "A gentleman talks about deeds, not hearts". I remember that classmate Zhang said that he wanted to do "painting", which is good. How is your painting skill now?"

When he heard the teacher calling his name, he immediately stood up without saying a word, and his face became redder and redder.

"My painting skills are just... a little bit... not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning..."

Seeing this scene, everyone below burst into stifled laughter.

"His painting skills are pretty good, and he's even published a book!"

Someone below joked, but Cui Geng took it seriously, "Oh, then I must take a look when I have time."