But things are not what people want after all.
His eyes were confused for only a moment, and then he grasped the Vitex tightly. The thing was said to be Vitex, but it was actually the toughest cowhide whip, and it was wrapped around thorny jujube branches with countless barbs. The palm of his hand was broken, and blood dripped to the ground.
As if he didn't realize it, he pulled up the blue bear patriarch Hu Tejia and walked out. Hu Tejia followed inexplicably, and the people around him moved away stupidly.
With a flash of his figure, Feng Zhiwei stood in front of him, and said calmly: "Go back, you don't have to suffer for the sake of fame. It's not that important if a concubine is not a concubine."
He Lianzheng pushed her away and said with a smile: "I haven't done anything for you, you have to give me a chance."
Feng Zhiwei was stunned, He Lianzheng had already strode out, the blood on his palms was flowing all the way, until he walked outside and entered the courtyard, under the watchful eyes of more than a hundred prairie nobles, he boarded the seat on the high platform that was originally arranged for him , kicked over the table, handed the Vitex to Hu Tejia, took off his shirt, revealing a light honey-colored, crystal-clear and firm skin, turned his back to the crowd and knelt down, and said loudly:
"bring it on!"
A loud shout shocked everyone.
He Lianzheng actually wants to be whipped on this high platform, in front of everyone, as the king of the grassland!
He Lianzheng was kneeling, but his body was straight. He looked up at the room where the living Buddha lived in the second courtyard, and said loudly: "Those who disobey the living Buddha will be punished with thorns. You don't need to judge, I will suffer it myself!"
He sentenced himself to punishment, which is to tell everyone clearly-I absolutely want to disobey.
The patriarchs sat blankly, and no one thought that He Lianzheng was so determined. In the final analysis, obeying the teachings and arrangements of the Living Buddha is just a belief in Huzhuo, not an iron rule, but it has been instilled by theocratic authority for thousands of years. People in the Huzhuo doctrine have long been unable to think of violating it, and in the Huzhuo teachings, there seems to be no clear statement on what to do after being tortured by thorns. In fact, no one has violated this one.
Living Buddha Dama rolled his eyes, looking a little out of breath.
Feng Zhiwei looked at him coldly, seeing him as a skeleton in advance with his eyes.
"Go and stop him." She turned to Peony and said, "There's no need to suffer for the nonsense of a dying old man."
Mudanhua's expression was a bit strange, she stared at Feng Zhiwei, sighed for a while, and said: "Fate... let him go, you don't know Dama's prestige... otherwise there is no way to solve it."
"Snapped!"
The sound of the whip falling on the flesh made everyone tremble, and the surroundings were as quiet as death for a moment.
Almost as soon as the barbed whip came into contact with the back, the skin was ripped apart, and blood almost spurted out. The dragging whip pulled the skin into deep ravines, but the flesh on all sides immediately swelled up. The blood quickly rolled down the gap, drenching the lower garment in an instant, and a large scarlet scarlet appeared on the golden robe.
When the first whip came down, He Lianzheng, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled, digging his fingers deeply into the turf, but smiled brightly at Feng Zhiwei who was driven out: "Hey! I thought it would hurt so much. , but if..."
"Snapped!"
The second sound of the whip knocked away He Lianzheng's voice, who was pretending to be relaxed, and Feng Zhiwei looked at his distorted face in pain for a moment, and said softly, "Don't talk."
"Snapped!"
He Lianzheng fell down, but immediately supported himself with his elbows, tried his best to raise his head and smiled at Fengzhi again.
There was already a lot of broken flesh and blood on the wattle, and when it was swung, it splashed in all directions, a drop of blood fell on Feng Zhiwei's face, she didn't wipe it off, but suddenly stepped forward, raised her hand and grabbed the whip.
"enough!"
The blood-stained twig immediately pierced her palm, and the blood flowed out, mixing with He Lianzheng's flesh and blood.
"Zhiwei!" He Lianzheng didn't even groan when his own flesh and blood flew all over the place, but when he saw her bleeding, he got up in shock and pulled the wound forward. Hu Tejia said: "Three whips are enough, he is your king!"
Hu Tejia picked up the thorns and retreated silently, Feng Zhiwei stared at the blood on the ground, He Lianzheng hissed, and was about to force a joke, but she heard her whisper: "Who stipulates that the power of the gods should be returned?" Must be above the throne? Start with me, no-allow-allow."
The coolness and resoluteness in her tone made He Lianzheng tremble all over, but Feng Zhiwei stopped talking, helped him into the inner yard, took out an almanac and threw it on the carpet, and sat down tremblingly. The local living Buddha Dama said: "The thorns have been eaten, and I have finished talking. Next, please choose the auspicious day for the king to ascend the throne. I think the last three days are good, so I will choose it."
After finishing speaking, without looking at the faces of the people, he helped He Lianzheng to the back hall, ordered someone to take the medicine box, fetch water and cloth, and personally dispensed the medicine to He Lianzheng.
The whip was not an ordinary whip, it was heavy and sharp, and He Lianzheng's back was swollen and shattered. He couldn't help shaking.
"Scream when it hurts." Feng Zhiwei carefully treated the welt marks, picking out the barbs embedded in the skin bit by bit, but unfortunately, the beautiful skin would inevitably leave scars, "You will not admire your hero even if you endure it." spirit."
"I'm... I'm afraid you'll feel sorry for me." He Lianzheng raised his head, his forehead was covered with fine and crystal clear sweat, his eyes had turned a deep purple color due to the pain, and there was a slight tear at the corner of his mouth, but he was still smiling .
Feng Zhiwei watched him, took care of the last wound, and patted his shoulder lightly. Amidst Helianzheng's howl, she said lightly, "My heart hurts a little."
"Forget it... Forget it." He Lianzheng smiled wryly, "I'd better not expect your love to be dear."
"Distress is useless." Feng Zhiwei sat there, her cheeks hidden in the shadow of the room, "Instead of wasting time feeling distressed, it's better to do something practical."
He Lianzheng looked up at her reluctantly lying on the carpet, "What are you going to do?"
Feng Zhiwei remained silent.
"Zhiwei..." He Lianzheng suddenly reached out and held her hand, "You have changed, the first time I saw you by the carriage, although you are ruthless, there is still room for it, now you seem to have frozen yourself, Not to mention others, even to yourself, you don’t leave room for it, it’s not good.”