After the rebirth, Aijia and Bamboo Horseshoe printed him

As far as Qi Yu was concerned, if there was anything unsatisfactory about what happened today, it was his performance in front of the queen. At that time, he did not control his emotions well, which was really suspicious.

But the queen's position is here, even if he has doubts in his heart, he will not take the initiative to cause trouble, so he is not worried.

However, His Majesty the Emperor lost his precious three corpses.

Qi Yu crouched down and buried his head on the ground, but he couldn't see the emperor's ferocious face, the few wrinkles that were originally faint, showed gullies under his flushed complexion.

The emperor gritted his teeth and squeezed the corner of the table so hard that his palm turned white.

"You really deserve death." With a hiss that almost came out of his throat, the emperor raised his forehead with the back of his foot and kicked it out.

Qi Yu's heart sank, he knew that the emperor was venting his anger, but the emperor laid down millions of corpses when he was angry, his life could not bear the anger of the emperor.

This foot is heavy.

The laceration on the bone of Qi Yu's arm was only fixed with a thin piece of cloth, and it had already cracked at the sound. He gritted his teeth and struggled to sit up on his knees, knocking his head to the ground again.

Blood snaked down from the forehead, piercing the blood in front of his eyes, and the pain in his arm became more and more unwilling to stop, Qi Yu tried his best to ignore the body's perception, calm down and think carefully about how to break the situation.

"Your Majesty, please calm down. Yuan Cairen and Hui Baolin are sick in bed, but Zhu Yu's party in the previous dynasty is still rampant. Even if the servants are dead, they don't want to see you hurt too much and hurt the dragon's body. Tens of millions of people in Daning need His Majesty to take care of them."

He kowtowed hard, and a small red mark was spread on the floor tiles of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The emperor lowered his eyelids and condescendingly glanced at the blood on his feet.

Qi Yu's words reminded him that the matter of Yun Guichu was still a well-kept secret, Zhou Shuhe and Chen Qingming were still alive, and what he wanted hadn't really been destroyed.The case of Zhu Yu has been handled by Qi Yu and Wan Min together. The matter is not yet settled, and killing Qi Yu will not do him any good.

"You are loyal." The emperor sneered.

Qi Yu lowered his eyebrows and bowed his back into a round arc.

The life of a servant is more worthless than worthless, and life and death are only at the whim of the superior. Qi Yu has been trying to find ways to survive, but when he is really facing a crisis, there is no disturbance in his heart.

Probably because he didn't really want to live that much either.

If he could survive, it would be great to protect Zhou Shuhe and become the most honorable woman in the world, but if he died, it would be a very good destination for him to become an unknown pawn who fell and died on her road to glory.

There was the rustling sound of birds fluttering their wings outside the window, but none of the more than ten palace people in the palace made a single sound.

The emperor's eyes were dark and fixed on Qi Yu. After a long time, he withdrew his eyes.

"That's the case, come here." He said in a deep voice, "Take your Qi Bingbi to the fifty-year-old prison staff, let him have a long memory, and then go to the Overwatch Council after a ten-day period. You have to figure it out for me! Do you understand?"

This is what it means to be timely without harming your life.

Qi Yu raised his head, got up and bowed again: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness."

He walked out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation on knees, the spring rain was as fine as silk, and the black smoke left by the fire in Yihe Palace could no longer be seen in the distance.

In the huge imperial palace, there are people living every day, some people die, some people survive, and some people are implicated for no reason.

The three corpses and worms were destroyed, and the instigator, Roupin, was dead. If anyone had to bear the wrath of the emperor, fortunately, it was him.

Since ancient times, in addition to physical pain, the punishment of punishment has also had a very important insulting nature.

For example, the tattoo in the five punishments, in terms of damage to the body alone, is far worse than being punched by a random young man, but the tattoo engraved on the forehead is enough to destroy any self-respecting person.

Qi Yu was tortured by the castration, which was a punishment with both real significance and humiliation. Whether it was the royal family or the common people, the continuation of the clan is the foundation of many people's life. Something that breaks the personality.For example, the emperor, on the issue of heirs and the resulting inheritance, his behavior is extremely extreme.

To a certain extent, people often regard the continuation of the bloodline as another form of longevity. Cutting off a person's offspring is like killing a life. This is no joke. *

As for hiding under layers of clothing, the humiliation of universal values ​​brought about by the castration is also the part that Qi Yu needs to reconcile himself.

To this day, he has done well.

Books are a good thing, not all of them are correct. In fact, no idea can be called absolutely correct, but a person who has read many books and seen the speculations of many sages, after being destroyed , but can stand on the new identity, accept the new self and the new world, and thus gain new self-esteem.

But even so, whenever the punishment comes, he still needs to use all his strength to maintain his newborn dignity.

First, he took off his clothes, lay on the torture bench, and then was hit on the buttocks and thighs by an iron rod made of chestnut wood. The skin and flesh would soon turn red, and then slowly swell and turn purple.

If you "strike hard" or "strike hard", you only need one or twenty sticks to beat the skin to pieces*.Qi Yu was specially ordered by the emperor this time, and he would have to be worthy after ten days, but he had to fight a full fifty sticks, so naturally he had to use a lighter style of fighting.

Even so, it is still difficult to resist the pain and the shame that comes with it.

Once a person has dignity, he is unwilling to perform meaningless acts of weakness.If it was to achieve his goal, Qi Yu could of course be a humble servant in front of his masters, and be a decent servant, but when he was being tortured, he subconsciously swallowed all the groans and screams back into his stomach.

Can't say why, but he just did it.

The wounds he suffered just now in the sea of ​​fire were cracked one by one. The executioner didn't know that he had other injuries. He was shocked to see that his body was stained with blood so quickly—after all, the emperor asked for a gentle beating. If it really breaks a person, it will be a big deal to lose his head.

Qi Yuqiang waved his hands while propping up, and said softly, "It's nothing, it has nothing to do with you, let's finish it as soon as possible."

The executioner nodded hesitantly, picked up the rod again, and beat the body on the spring stool rhythmically. With the chilling dull slapping sound, the previous swelling slowly burst, and the stick was also covered with foam. shaped flesh and blood.

He clenched his teeth tightly, his body trembling and convulsing under the stick, cold sweat dripped from his forehead into his eyes.

It's not that Qi Yu has never been beaten and suffered from pain. When he was very young, he knew that even if his palm was swollen from being beaten by Mr.'s ruler, he still had to hold the pen firmly.After being tortured, exiled, and admonished after entering the palace, there was nothing he couldn't bear in the pain of flesh and blood, but at the same time, he also knew that pain was something he could never get used to.

It can be tolerated, suffered, and even achieved at the expense of one's own goals, but one must not get used to it.

He didn't want to get used to these bad things.

As the dusk fell and the sky was reflected blue-purple by the setting sun, the executioner withdrew his rod, told Tan Xiang who had just arrived according to the procedure, and left muttering to himself.

Tan Xiang carefully pulled Qi Yu's uninjured arm, and helped him up with a half hug and half support. Seeing that he seemed to be saying something, the eight-foot man hurriedly leaned over to listen with tears in his eyes.

"Your medical skills are indeed unreliable. From tomorrow onwards, you should learn a thing or two before going on duty every day."

"..."

Tan Xiang suspected that he had heard it wrong. He really couldn't believe that there are still people in this world who can still force others to study hard when they are half-conscious and half-awake from the pain.

Tears were frightened back in an instant, he perfunctorily exchanged a few words with the people from the Punishment Division, took Qi Yu back to the residence of the Supervisor of Rituals, and put him on the bed in a prone position.

Qi Yu had already fallen asleep.

As the night was getting darker, Tan Xiang worked back and forth for a while, finally got some leisure, sat down on the side of the bed, and took out a book of medical skills that was about to be wrapped up from his arms.

"The medical skills of this servant are really unreliable. Please use it first, and you will definitely learn it in the future."

After speaking, he laughed at himself for talking to himself like a fool, so he shut his mouth and began to study hard by the light of the candle.

The author says:

*This is the thinking of the ancients in my imagination. It is different in modern times. It is free to live or not, and you can live well without children, but the ancient clan thought of passing on the family determines the concept of fertility.

* For operations related to cane punishment, refer to network information.

In addition, the update time will be around six o'clock in the evening~