After the second captain finished beating the emperor with five strokes of the cane, the third captain took over, and then the fourth captain took over to give the last five strokes.
Ouyang Zishi was very satisfied with these officers who beat Zhu Ping'an with sticks. They beat him with all their strength, and it was obvious that they had used all their strength. The whole scene of beating Zhu Ping'an was like a slaughterhouse, with great momentum and cruelty. Every time Zhu Ping'an was beaten with sticks, his flesh was torn apart, and every time Zhu Ping'an was beaten with sticks, he screamed like a pig being slaughtered.
but
What can I do
But this little bastard Zhu Ping'an is too lucky!
Although Zhu Ping'an howled in agony with every beating, the little bastard refused to die and did not even faint. On the contrary, Ouyang Zishi felt that the more Zhu Ping'an howled, the happier he became.
He is indeed born as a country boy who digs in the mud for food. He has thick skin and a lowly life, so lowly that even the God of Hell won't take him.
Ouyang Zishi kept cursing Zhu Ping'an in his heart. He never doubted that the court beating was lenient from beginning to end. In his opinion, not only was the beating not lenient, but the beating was even heavier because he stuffed the banknotes. Every beating was extremely brutal, as if to beat Zhu Ping'an to death. Zhu Ping'an screamed so miserably that many onlookers cried.
It's not that the lieutenants were not strong enough, it's just that Zhu Ping'an was too tough and he was not beaten enough. Zhu Ping'an, this flatterer, didn't forget to flatter the emperor when he pleaded for Yang Ni, so the emperor made an exception and only ordered Zhu Ping'an to be beaten with 20 sticks. If he could be beaten with 30 sticks, Zhu Ping'an would definitely be beaten to death with the way he was beaten today.
"What a pity! Zhu Ping'an, this peasant, is too tough. We can't kill him even with this kind of beating." Ouyang Zishi looked at Zhu Ping'an, who was howling more and more miserably on the field. He felt so sorry that he gritted his teeth so hard that they hurt and his whole face was distorted.
"Yeah, it's a pity that there are only twenty strokes of the cane. If I could give him ten more, I would definitely be able to beat this little bastard to death." Luo Longwen beat his chest and stamped his feet in regret, as if he had missed out on a hundred million. He looked at Ouyang Zishi and sighed.
Yuan Wei also looked regretful, but seeing Zhu Ping'an screaming in pain after being beaten, he felt very satisfied in his heart.
“Bang!”
After the last beating of the cane, Zhu Ping'an howled at the top of his lungs as usual. His hair was disheveled and his face was dirty. He looked very miserable.
In fact, when Zhu Ping'an was beaten with a stick at the beginning, he howled miserably because it was so painful that he couldn't control himself. Later on, it actually didn't hurt that much, but he was acting out the whole play so that people wouldn't see that he was letting off the stick, so as to avoid causing trouble for Feng Bao and the lieutenants. Of course, this was also a form of self-protection. The more he was beaten, the more he could vent his anger on those who were dissatisfied with him for pleading for Yang Jisheng.
Feng Bao listened to Zhu Ping'an's screams and was grateful to him. He had been serving the Jiajing Emperor for many years, and his ability to read people's minds was several levels higher than that of everyone present. Serving the emperor was like serving a tiger, and it was impossible without high skills. Zhu Ping'an screamed miserably as usual, and he could see that Zhu Ping'an's shameless screams were to cover up the fact that he was being beaten, and to avoid causing trouble for himself and others. You know, scholars care about face the most.
"Master Zhu, please take care of yourself and take good care of yourself when you go back. I have to report to the emperor." After the beating, Feng Bao bowed to Zhu Ping'an and said goodbye. As the supervising officer, he had to go to the Western Garden to report to the emperor as soon as possible after the execution.
"Ahem, Eunuch Feng, take care. I'm sorry Ping'an can't see you off." Zhu Ping'an lay on the ground, raised his hands tremblingly and bowed.
"Don't move, little Zhu, take good care of him. I'll take my leave now." Feng Bao stopped Zhu Ping'an with concern, said goodbye and prepared to leave.
"Brother Zhu, wuwuwu..."
"Uncle, wuwuwu..."
Before Feng Bao had the chance to leave, Li Shu, Hua'er, Qin'er and others came running over crying. They pushed Feng Bao, who was leaving, to the side, squatted on the ground, surrounded Zhu Ping'an to check his injuries, and cried with heartache.
It’s so nice to have a home and someone who cares about you. Feng Bao looked at this scene with envy, bowed to Zhu Ping’an from a distance, and turned back to Xiyuan with the eunuchs to report.
After all, it was a caning in the court. Although the water was leaked seriously, after thirty canings, Zhu Ping'an's originally white and tender buttocks were now bloody and the wounds were hideous, which looked very scary. The surrounding linen was also stained with blood.
“Wow, how did he get beaten like this…” Li Shu felt heartbroken when she saw Zhu Ping'an’s bloody buttocks and legs. Tears streamed down her face. She wanted to touch him with her trembling delicate hands, but was afraid of hurting Zhu Ping'an. She just stopped one centimeter away from Zhu Ping'an’s buttocks, her eyes swollen from crying.
“Ah… Wuuuu… Master’s butt is all broken, how painful it must be…” The chubby little maid Huaer took only one look at Zhu Ping’an’s injuries and covered her eyes with her trembling chubby hands. After a long while, she slowly moved her chubby hands away, revealing a pair of rabbit-like red eyes, with sparkling tears rolling down her cheeks.
Qin'er also kept wiping away tears.
"Hehe, it looks scary, but it actually doesn't hurt that much." Although he knew that they were concerned about him, Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but blushing when several girls stared at his butt like that. He felt embarrassed and coughed to comfort them.
"You're lying, your butt is almost broken, how can it not hurt..." Li Shu pouted her lips, tears of heartache fell down, a few drops of hot tears fell on Zhu Ping'an's butt.
Tears contain inorganic salts, and falling on the wound is like sprinkling salt on it. Zhu Ping'an's buttocks shivered reflexively.
“I’m sorry, Brother Zhu…” Li Shu shed even more tears upon seeing this.
"It's okay. Tears can kill bacteria and disinfect, and are good for wound recovery." Zhu Ping'an endured the pain, smiled, and comforted Li Shu.
"I know about disinfection, but what is sterilization? You are a bad guy who always fools people. Just bear with the pain. I will let them carry you to the couch." Li Shu stood up with tears in her eyes and greeted Liu Dadao and others.
Liu Dadao, Liu Dachui and others had already prepared the couch. They brought the couch over and, under Li Shu's instructions, placed it on the ground. Then they carefully lifted Zhu Ping'an and placed him on the couch.
In the process of lifting, the wound would inevitably be pulled, causing Zhu Ping'an to groan involuntarily.
"Be gentle, be gentle..." Li Shu was so distressed that she glared at Liu Dadao and the others several times.