Mu Hanzhong

When Si Huang Hanhong woke up, Wu Ye could deal with the rest with peace of mind.Strolling back to Yaoye Palace, Qing Yan had been waiting by the side, knowing the news that King Shunyu had awakened, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.Instructing the maid to help Wu Ye wash and change his clothes, and having breakfast, Qing Yan reported to Wu Ye one by one what he had obtained from the secret investigations of the past few days.

Wu Ye yawned lightly, he seemed a little sleepy, and he only ate a few mouthfuls of breakfast, but he didn't intend to move anymore.

"If the lord is tired, how about going to rest?" Qing Yan asked with concern.

Wu Ye shook his head lightly, narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze was focused on nowhere, and his tone was a little light: "I won't ask about those people in your building, and you must know how to deal with them."

"Qing Yan thanked the Lord." Qing Yan seemed a little surprised, and couldn't help but asked again, "Then... Shuo Feng..."

"I allowed him to enter your building to investigate, but I didn't give him the right to punish him." Wu Ye explained, got up from the chair, and suddenly remembered that Rinan Xiaohuan, who had returned yesterday, should have appeared with Qing Yan today , and asked again, "Where is Xiaohuan? Why didn't I see anyone else?"

It was fine if he didn't ask, but when he asked, the extra joy on Qing Yan's face disappeared, and she lowered her eyes and replied in a low voice: "In the torture hall."

Wu Ye couldn't turn around for a while, but after hearing Qing Yanhan's voice full of worry, he suddenly realized.

Sihuang Hanhong's assassination this time was the result of a strife between various forces and he was not an enemy, but Nan Xiaohuan and Bei Shuofeng were the first to bear the brunt of the responsibility. No matter what the reason, it cannot be eliminated .

Wu Ye's complexion was slightly gloomy, and he walked to the torture hall.

The punishment hall is located behind Qianye Palace, far away from several big palaces, on a towering cliff, very desolate and remote.When Wu Ye walked up with Qing Yan, the mountain wind was strong, the early morning sun was covered by thick clouds, there was no heat, and the thin mist permeated the mountains, and there was no sound of birdsong along the way. , people unconsciously gave birth to a sense of cold and gloomy.

At the end of the road, there was a natural cave. The mottled cliffs of the cave were covered with moss. In front of the cave mouth, which was about six or seven feet in diameter, stood a few guards in black with hideous bronze masks on their faces.Hearing the footsteps of several people, the guards bowed and saluted: "My lord, protector Dong."

Wu Ye waved his hand to signal them to get up, and said with a smile behind him, "My lord wants to see Guardian Nan and lead the way."

Several guards were obviously taken aback, one of them stepped out, saluted the two, and led them into the cave.

The cave is very deep, and the torches on the cave wall meander and disappear into the depths of the cave.The flames swayed in the wind, casting twisting black shadows on the ground, as if ghostly shadows were dancing.The road under his feet was made of bluestone slabs, and the sound of stepping on it echoed in the empty cave. The guards led Wu Ye Qingyan all the way down.It turned out that the torture hall was actually built underground, with labyrinth-like roads twisting and turning, there was a vague and shrill scream coming from nowhere, reflecting the swaying flames, it was indescribably terrifying.

The three of them turned out of the main road along a forked road, and walked along the forked road for about a cup of tea. The guard who led the way stopped in front of a stone gate: "Your Majesty, the Southern Protector is here." The mechanism, with the heavy bang of karakala, the stone door slowly opened.

Behind the door is a large stone room, surrounded by men in black wearing masks, in the center is a tall torture frame, on which is tied a tall man with a bare upper body, and beside him is Bei Shuofeng in a black cloak , he was holding a thick whip in his hand, and the blood stained on the whip was dripping down the whip, forming a small puddle of blood on the ground.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Bei Shuofeng turned around, saw that it was Wu Ye, was slightly startled, and then bowed to salute: "This subordinate has seen the Lord."

The man on the rack with his head lowered moved slightly, turned his head slowly, coughed a few times, and his originally deep and sweet voice became rough and weak: "... this subordinate... has seen the Lord."

The flames trembled slightly with the wind at the door, and there was no sound in the entire stone room, so the sound of Wu Ye's footsteps step by step was extremely clear.He came to the side of the torture frame, and his gaze stayed on Nan Xiaohuan's bare back, where the flesh was ripped open, and scarlet wounds were bursting open on it.

"How many whips?" Wu Ye asked in a cold voice.

"My lord, I just turned one hundred." Bei Shuofeng dipped the whip into the salt water beside him, and replied respectfully.

According to the palace regulations, punishments are divided into nine grades. Nan Xiaohuan's default this time was a second-class crime, and he was punished with [-] lashes and another [-] additional punishments.

Standing there, Wu Ye suddenly stretched out his hand and caressed Nan Xiaohuan's neck.

Nan Xiaohuan trembled, slowly raised his head, and looked at Wu Ye, his eyes were still so calm, without resentment, without confusion, completely black, as if he could see the bottom of his heart through them.

While maintaining this movement, Wu Ye felt slightly confused... If Sihuang Hanhong lost his life this time, it wouldn't be surprising if he killed Nan Xiaohuan.Now that Nan Xiaohuan accepts the punishment, it is justified, but why, he couldn't think of punishing him together?

However, the one who is superior must be rewarded and punished clearly, and it must not vary from person to person...

After reading this, Wu Ye walked to the other side and said calmly, "Continue."

The long whip was raised again, leaving an afterimage in the air, and with a snap, it fell viciously towards the man on the rack.

Nan Xiaohuan's body trembled slightly, his throat twitched, and he swallowed back the low moan that was about to rush out.

The whip fell again and again, and the blood flowed more and more, but the person on the rack never groaned, as if he had lost consciousness, but his tightly clenched fists showed that he was always awake.

The stone room was very gloomy and cold. Even though he had internal energy to protect him, Wu Ye's hands and feet were still cold after standing for a long time. Qing Yan brought a fox fur cloak from somewhere and put it on Wu Ye.Wu Ye stood quietly in a corner, his eyes fixed on the torture rack in the middle.

In the deathly silent stone room, apart from the sound of breathing, there was only the sound of whips falling and rising.In the field of vision, the muscles of Nan Xiaohuan's upper body were completely swelled unconsciously, and cold sweat slipped by, leaving traces. He frowned tightly, bit his lower lip, and the veins on his forehead bulged... Such an extremely forbearable expression, Unexpectedly, Wu Ye aroused the desire for conquest and sadism deep in his heart... I want to hear him moan, I want to see his ruthless eyes stained with a different color because of him, I want to To touch his soft and strong waist...

Deep inside the body, the small flame that has been lurking slowly grows bigger...

"My lord, the two hundred whips are over." It was Bei Shuofeng's deep and strange voice, which brought back Wu Ye's thoughts of slowly paddling towards an unknown place.

Over there, several men in black untied the chains on the rack.Nan Xiaohuan lost his restraint, walked towards Wu Ye tremblingly, took two steps, swayed his body, couldn't hold it anymore, fell on his knees, and knelt down: "Your subordinate... didn't salute just now, I also... hope the Lord... forgive me." The voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible, and if it wasn't for Wu Ye's advanced martial arts, he might not be able to hear what he said.

It's about this time... Wu Ye had no choice but to take two steps forward, untied the fox fur from his body, squatted down, and gently put it on for Nan Xiaohuan.

This punishment is not over yet.In addition to whipping, there is another additional punishment, which means that the victim's wound is smeared with the secret medicine specially made by the torture hall, and then locked in a dark room without water and food for a day.The secret medicine does not heal the wound, but exacerbates the pain. The punished person is locked in a secret room for a day, deprived of all five senses, leaving only endless physical torture...

"My lord." Bei Shuofeng spoke again, his eyes were burning, and there was a chill all over his body, the implication couldn't be more obvious.

After hesitating for a moment, Wu Ye turned to Bei Shuofeng, with the irreversible power and firmness in his eyes after making a decision: "Xiaohuan has other important matters to deal with, this time the additional punishment will be avoided." When you come to a kneeling person, help him up.

When Wu Ye said this, everyone present was shocked.Qing Yan, who has been serving the palace lord all the year round, has big eyes, unconsciously widening them. She turned to Wu Ye, wanting to make sure that she had heard correctly, but she saw Wu Ye stretching out his arms, letting Nan Xiaohuan lean on her. Standing up slowly.

The consciousness of the person leaning on Wu Ye's body was blurred at the moment. He only felt that someone was gently supporting him in the dimness... A faint fragrance came to his nostrils, fresh and elegant, and it smelled so good that he couldn't describe it in words... It was just so fascinating Being supported for a long time in a daze, his consciousness gradually drifted away...Suddenly, the pain from his back brought him back to consciousness. Then I heard a warm and pleasant voice in my ear: "Does it hurt you?"

With a jolt all over his body, Nan Xiaohuan finally woke up completely, and saw the person in front of him, with a face like jade, unparalleled beauty, eyes like lacquer, staring at him with an indescribable tenderness like water, seeing him Opening his eyes, a faint smile spread over his lips: "Are you awake?"

Nan Xiaohuan was stunned, but he realized in an instant that he was eager to get out of bed to salute, but unexpectedly, with just a slight movement, pain came from his back that seemed to be on fire, and he couldn't help but stagnate for a while.Just this moment is enough for Wu Ye to stop him with a look: "Don't move, the wound has just been medicated, do you want it to open?"

Only then did Nan Xiaohuan realize that he was lying prone on a bed, and his master was packing some white cloth into the medicine box next to him.

Lying on the bed, he quickly recalled the scene before he lost consciousness. After realizing that the young man in front of him not only applied medicine for himself, but also reduced his additional punishment, Nan Xiaohuan still couldn't help the doubts in his heart and asked Out of the mouth: "My lord, why...was the subordinate punished?"