Rong Shu stared at Yao Guang's unstained eyes, and his heart was already turning a thousand times.
After a long silence, everyone in the room was waiting for him to speak, and almost everyone's heart was in their throats. Rong Shu finally glanced away, unwilling to look at those eyes again. He has been silent for ten years, whether it is hatred or resentment, it has condensed into a wound, which lies in his heart and is difficult to eliminate.
"My maid, Yao Guang, is treasonous, despises the majesty of the royal family, and is ordered... to be punished with a 20-year-old punishment."
He didn't dare to look into her eyes, Yao Guang had already realized this, but her expression was still blank, as if she didn't understand anything, quietly staring at the man's side face, without saying a word, she As if he couldn't even beg for mercy.
After giving the order, Rong Shu flung his sleeves and left. No one saw him, the hand in his sleeve was already clenched into a fist.
In the dark night, Yao Guang was dragged out by the servants. The benches and boards for torture had already been set up in the yard. She was pressed on the chair. Mrs. Jin stood aside, looking down at her, her eyes seemed to be With a vicious smile hidden, Yao Guang closed his eyes, not looking at her.
She didn't understand why these people treated her like this. She clearly didn't do anything bad. When those people pressed her down, she couldn't resist, and a sense of despair welled up in her heart.
In those closed eyes, a bright liquid rolled down from the corners of the eyes, sinking into the dust in an instant.
When the twenties came down, the skin on the lower part of the back was almost stuck to the clothes, bloody and bloody.
Yao Guang was not dizzy, she narrowed her eyes, stared at the woman standing in front of her, and said intermittently: "He hit me, hit me..."
For some reason, Mrs. Jin only felt that those eyes were frightening for no reason. Seeing that the execution was over, she didn't stay any longer, and hurried to her yard.
It's fine if others don't understand that sentence, but she can hear it clearly. What that fool means is that if the prince punished her, he also kept her. In this way, the final winner, on the contrary, became this Fool.
The more I thought about it, the more panicked I felt. Logically speaking, this idiot wouldn't understand these things at all. Mrs. Jin was anxious all the way.
Yao Guang was guilty, lying on the bed, dying, as if he had lost half his life, Lian'er stood aside and called her, but she just raised her eyelids slightly, before long they drooped down again, not much Lively.
Lian'er shook her head and sighed, then lowered her head and said to her: "Girl, it's better to take this medicine. If you delay any longer, I'm afraid there will be scars on your back. A girl's scars won't look good, not to mention, The girl was born so beautiful."
Seeing that Yaoguang was lying motionless and refusing to speak, she made the decision and began to give Yaoguang medicine.
On Yao Guang's back, the delicate skin had been smashed by the board, and Lian'er carefully lifted off her clothes, revealing shocking scars.
"Hiss..." Yao Guang gasped in pain.
Lian'er paused, gritted her teeth, but continued.
The moment the clothes were torn off, Lian'er froze when she looked at Yao Guang's waist.
On that intact skin, a plum blossom-like birthmark seemed to be engraved on the skin. The blooming snow plum was bright red and lifelike.
Lian'er stared at the birthmark, unable to move, her hands were shaking.
Seeing that she hadn't moved for a while, Yao Guang raised his eyelids again, and called softly, "Lian'er?"
Lian'er sniffed, then rubbed some red eye sockets, sat on the side of the bed, applied medicine, and asked: "The prince sent a girl, the girl hates the prince?"
Yao Guang nodded, thought for a while, then shook his head, and said in a hoarse voice, "Rong Shu treats me well, I don't hate him."
This sentence almost made Lianer's tears roll out of her eyes.
She choked up, and said: "The girl is right, you shouldn't hate the prince, if you want to blame, you can blame the emperor. If the emperor didn't like beautiful women, the girl wouldn't be targeted by those people, and she wouldn't suffer because of it."
The speaker is just to vent his anger, but the listener has a heart.
At this moment, Yao Guang classified the emperor who had never masked as an evil in his heart, and deeply hated him.