The general is easy to bully

In the dark torture chamber, the sound of whips beating flesh was heard one after another.

The sound of skin and flesh splitting was accompanied by the clanking of the iron chain, which made people feel dull.

The torturers changed wave after wave, and this one had already smoked a stick of incense, and the man who was beaten was already bloody and bloody, but he didn't even make a sound.

A group of people walked into the torture room, the leader with long hair scattered and dressed in white.

This is the owner of Xiaoyao Pavilion, Hang Yijue.

"Pavilion Master, he still hasn't said anything."

Hang Yijue walked up to the bound man, stretched out his hand to pinch his chin, and lifted his head up one by one

That pale face was covered with blood and sweat, and the half-squinted pupils were still fierce and sharp.

Hang Yijue groaned and smiled: "As expected of the dog with the toughest bones in the dark guard, Minglan."

As soon as he let go, Minglan's head drooped limply, blood pooled on his chin, and splashed to the ground in a "tick-tick-tick" manner.

Hang Yijue smiled and sat down on the teacher's chair: "I'm actually very curious. It's not been a year or two since you left the dark guard. What kind of benefits did the dark guard give you to let your dog run back so obediently?" Wag your tail at them."

"Before you came to Xiaoyao Pavilion, you should have investigated me, don't you know who I am?"

Ming Lan lowered her head, quietly like a person who has been dead for a long time.

Hang Yijue stared at him, and chuckled again: "It's okay not to say, I have plenty of time to settle the blood debt with you slowly."

He got up and left slowly amidst the kneeling bows of his subordinates.

"Keep beating until he speaks, don't kill him, there's still more to play."

A few drops of blood rolled on Minglan's thick eyelashes, and the field of vision was blood red.

Hearing this, she silently closed her eyes.

The sound of whips sounded again behind him.

Minglan has always felt that she is a person who can endure pain, and she has long been prepared to fall into the hands of others like today.

Just bear it and it will pass. This group of people will never keep themselves, and they will be relieved when they play with you.

His master used to always tell him, Minglan, you are a miserable person.

Minglan doesn't feel that his life is miserable, he is alive no matter what, and looking back on his life in his 20s, he also had sunshine.

Although the sunshine no longer belongs to me.

Ming Lan clenched her teeth tightly and grasped the iron chain tightly with both hands.

The torturer was tired, so he sat down on a chair and drank his whip.

Seeing that Minglan was still silent, the man glanced at the wine in his hand, and suddenly walked up to Minglan with the bowl in his hand.

He poured the wine down Ming Lan's head.

Alcohol penetrated into Minglan's open skin, Minglan trembled, and her fingers gripped the iron chain, forcing out a layer of blood beads.

"Bones are so fucking hard!"

The man gritted his teeth and cursed.

Minglan didn't say a word, everyone just felt bored and dispersed when they were tired.

Ming Lan's tense body relaxed little by little, and his breathing suddenly became heavy. He panted heavily for a long time before leaning his head on the wooden post behind him.

He didn't know when the next round of torture would come, and he had to race against time to rest.

The owner of Xiaoyao Pavilion went to put incense sticks on his younger brother today.

The old tombstone was engraved with traces of wind and frost.

Hang Yijue arranged the melons and fruits his brother liked to eat one by one, and said in a deep voice, "I will avenge you, brother."

Half a month later, the man locked in the torture room still didn't say a word.

One of Hang Yijue's subordinates said with a smile: "That's a hard bone, we can't get anything good if we touch him."

Hang Yijue: "What good idea do you have?"

The man chuckled: "He is a secret guard, what is the secret guard most proud of?"

Hang Yijue was stunned for a moment, and his eyes immediately deepened.

Ming Lan felt that she could no longer practice martial arts.

When the zhenqi poured in, his viscera seemed to be crushed, he bit his lip, and finally couldn't hold back his muffled groan.

He felt all the internal energy in his body disappear.

He has practiced martial arts for nearly 20 years, and was destroyed by someone in one day. As a secret guard, Hang Yi really wanted to see Ming Lan screaming in despair.

But Minglan just lowered his head, leaving everyone with that blank look.

He was like a wooden man, without any reaction.

It wasn't until the end of this month that Hang Yijue ordered someone to put Minglan down.

A hidden guard who has lost his martial arts is no different from a disabled person.

Minglan was forced to kneel on the ground, the clothes on his back were torn apart, and a hot iron was stuck to the back of his neck.

Ming Lan struggled to break free twice, he smelled the scorching smell of his flesh being roasted by high temperature, his eyes were extremely scarlet.

Fortunately, this torture didn't last long. Minglan was thrown on the straw pile, her body trembling uncontrollably.

He is pain-tolerant, but he is also an ordinary person who can feel pain.

Minglan became the most inferior servant of Xiaoyao Pavilion.

The indelible brand of slavery on the nape of his neck declares that Xiaoyao Pavilion belongs to him, which is tantamount to selling his body. Even if Minglan escapes, Xiaoyao Pavilion can still arrest him and is not under the control of any government officials.

Minglan squatted by the river, washed the clothes and dried them one by one.

A man who was older than Ming Lan came over with a bowl of rice and handed it to Ming Lan: "Ming Lan, it's time to eat."

Ming Lan wiped her fingers on her clothes, then reached out to catch the bowl.

Ji Xu Fang joked: "If I hadn't helped you with the meal, you would be hungry again today."

He looked at the steamed buns on the bowl: "As a thank you, just give this to me."

Minglan didn't say anything, she stuffed the steamed buns to Ji Xufang without saying a word, she held the bowl, sat on the stone by the river, and drank the remaining porridge water one mouthful at a time.

Ji Xu Fang smiled, walked over and returned the steamed buns to him.

"You boy, why are you so stupid, go to work after eating, and don't go to eat after dinner, do you think others will leave things for you?"

Minglan bit the steamed bun in a muffled voice.

Ji Xu Fang knelt down in front of him: "I heard that you used to be a secret guard, and your martial arts were abolished by the pavilion master, don't you feel uncomfortable?"

Minglan's voice was quiet: "It's not too uncomfortable."

Xu Fang was taken aback for a moment.

Ming Lan: "Practicing martial arts is not my original wish. If I know it, I will, if I don't, I won't."

Ji Xu Fang smiled: "You are open-minded."

Ming Lan stopped talking.

Ji Xu Fang only thought that he was boring, this kid was like a log all day long, but he was easy to talk to when he looked cold, and he didn't complain when someone was lazy and gave him work.

"Do you have any relatives? Does your family know you are here?"

Ming Lan: "No."

Ji Xufang: "What about my friend?"

Ming Lan: "No."

Xu Fang sighed: "How can a person have no friends? Is there no one in this world who you miss?"

Minglan was startled, he didn't continue chatting with Ji Xufang, and stood up to leave.

A steward came over: "Minglan, the pavilion master asked you to go there, hurry up."

Ji Xu Fang's complexion changed.

He probably knew what the pavilion master would do to Minglan. Every time Minglan came back from the pavilion master, he was covered in injuries. He looked at Minglan's face in a panic, but only from those gloomy pupils A flash of killing intent was read from the inside, but soon, it was covered in another layer of deep silence.

"Minglan..."

Ming Lan and the steward left.

There was the sound of wild beasts roaring in the main hall. Minglan was fighting with a wolf. It was an adult male wolf, several times heavier than Minglan. He pressed Minglan, and his sharp teeth pierced Minglan's shoulder. , The blood beads rolled down "tick-tick".

Ming Lan pinched the wolf's throat and twisted forcefully, the wolf twitched twice and gradually became silent.

Hang Yijue clapped his hands: "As expected of a guard of the Ming Dynasty, he can still be so powerful after losing all his martial arts."

Minglan pushed the dead wolf, clutched his shoulders and staggered to his feet.

He glanced at Hang Yijue, then turned and left.

Hang Yijue sneered: "Minglan, come to my room tonight."

Minglan walked out of the main hall without stopping.

The end of the year.

Gu Shishi and Xu Fenglou returned to Beijing.

After not seeing him for a year, Gu Shishi seems to have gotten a little fatter. Jiangnan's water rice feeds people, and Gu Shishi's whole body has become radiant.

He huddled beside her husband, and said something to Xu Fenglou from time to time, Xu Fenglou would bow his head gently and listen to him, the husband and wife were harmonious, which was very enviable.

Qiao Yijin heard that Gu Shishi was coming early in the morning, and specifically begged Yunying to let him out of the palace for two days, and he agreed, and sent someone to send Qiao Yijin to the general's mansion the day before yesterday.

A large group of people ate lunch lively.

Gu Shishi hadn't seen Shen Xingfeng for a long time, and he dragged Shen Xingfeng to babble endlessly.