The domestic guard is a little sweet

The father-in-law in Tsing Yi held a tray of nine jade objects in a row, the small ones were the size of a thumb, and the big ones were as thick as a baby's arm, making one's scalp numb.

An Shier was tall and imposing, with a pale face and cold eyes, he stretched out his long legs and kicked a little eunuch who was about to step forward to grab him, without saying a word.

The father-in-law in Tsing Yi closed his eyelids, and his voice was so faint that he couldn't hear the emotion: "You are the servant of Prince Rui, how dare you resist the orders of the master? If the queen mother finds out, I'm afraid the prince will not be able to protect you."

An Twelve froze for a moment when he heard the words, clenched his fists tightly, with some humiliation and unwillingness in his eyes.

The father-in-law in Tsing Yi snorted coldly, and said: "Come on, someone will whip you, and teach him the rules."

After a while, the little eunuch beside him brought a black long whip covered with black barbs, which made people's hearts tremble.

"20 lashes, be careful not to damage your face, the lord still needs to use it."

"Yes!"

A mang-robed guard stepped forward, took a whip and flicked a whip neatly, slapping An Twelve's back heavily.

With a bang, An Shi's black shirt was torn apart, and blood beads gushed out.

And An Twelve just stood there straight, without making a sound of pain, and even his complexion didn't change.

Snapped!

Snapped!

Three whips in a row, the whip hit the flesh, and the skin on An Twelve's back was ripped apart.

The father-in-law in Tsing Yi smiled coldly: "Hmph, bring the medicine and the needle, and if you don't waste your time, how can you serve me?"

Dark Twelve, who had been expressionless all the time, changed his expression when he heard the words, and his fists were clenched loudly.

Just as the guards swung three whips, a noble male voice suddenly came from the door.

"Slow! Who dares to act presumptuously in my residence!"

Zhao Jin's voice was not loud, a little lazy and careless, but with a compelling aura.

"Lord Rui, auspicious!"

Zhao Jin is thin and slender, with a bronze hand stove with peony patterns in his hand, a blue cloak embroidered with dark gold dragon patterns on the outside, a crescent-color brocade robe inside, a light gold waist and wide sleeves with cloud patterns, and long black hair tied with only a hosta. The lip color is almost non-existent, and the royal nobility inherent in people makes people dare not look directly at it.

When he came in, he saw Dark Twelve standing in the middle, with blood dripping from three whip marks on his handsome back.

Zhao Jin squinted his eyes, and seeing the objects in the hands of the eunuch on the ground, he was so angry that he kicked the tray away, and the hand stove hit the whip-wielding guard directly.

"Presumptuous! Eat the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard!"

"Your Highness, spare your life!"

Plop!Plop!The slave and maidservant knelt down on the ground.

An Shiwu looked at Zhao Jin with dark eyes, and knelt down on one knee respectfully.

"I have seen the master."

"I've seen the prince!" Seeing this, the eunuch in Tsing Yi hurried forward to salute, "Calm down your anger, the servants have done nothing good, it's just that you've been punished, why bother getting angry."

Zhao Jin looked back at this handsome father-in-law in Tsing Yi with narrow eyes.

He treated the other servants in the mansion as he would, but this father-in-law in Tsing Yi, surnamed Liu, was with the Empress Dowager. Although the original owner looked down on him, it was up to the owner to beat a dog.

"It seems that Eunuch Liu has taken over all the affairs of my family, so I don't need me as the master anymore!"

Zhao Jin made a cynical smile, raised his chin slightly, and his heart was beating drums. Fortunately, the original owner was an arrogant and domineering dude with an unpredictable temperament, otherwise he would have to be dragged out by these ancient people and burned to death.

"Don't dare, this servant is also in a hurry to handle errands, it's time to hit! It's time to hit!" Seeing that Prince Rui was furious, Eunuch Liu pretended to hit himself on the face a few times, rolled his eyes, and went forward with the medicine and needle in hand, his face full of blood. With a smile: "Your Majesty, this slave is also following orders. It's not because the Queen Mother loves you. It's his blessing that you are lucky. You, you have 10 heads, and this servant can't afford to pay for it. The servant has all the things, and I can rest assured that he will be hydrated and satisfied."

Hearing that An Twelve's body stiffened for a moment, his face became paler and paler.

The secret medicine of the deep palace has unspeakable uses.