Chapter 32 Be beaten

When Wu and Liu both left, Xiao Yuanqi arrived in the backyard of Lanyue Hall. Except for Shen Sirong, there was only one internal supervisor in the courtyard. Wang Guangrong stood at the entrance of the courtyard. The person who beat him was not the concubine of the East Palace, but the imperial concubine. The internal supervisor did not dare to do it, and Wang Guangrong was reluctant to do it. He only felt that the crown princess He is not such a vicious person.

So until Xiao Yuanqi came, Shen Sirong was not tortured.

Xiao Yuanqi walked in and saw Shen Sirong's cold side face at a glance. Shen Sirong knew that he was coming, but he did not pay attention to his movements.

"You are indifferent. Even if you do something wrong, you will be punished." Xiao Yuanqi pulled out a bend at the corners of his mouth, but said without a smile.

Shen Sirong simply turned his back. There was a banyan tree in the middle of the yard, and Shen Sirong leaned on it: "Your Highness, you don't have to say more. If you want to be punished."

It's not that he doesn't want to defend himself, but that he doesn't believe it and it's useless to say more. Thinking that she had gained his trust, even if it was only a little, it was enough.

She almost forgot that he was the perverse and cruel prince, that that night in Fengming Palace was just a dream, and that he was destined to be a ruthless emperor.

So she will no longer explain what happened tonight, even if there is still room, even if she can delay the time for him to verify it, even if she can deal with her as the crown princess. She gave up.

"Mother, please lie down." The internal supervisor said cautiously and pointed to the bench that had just been placed. Xiao Yuanqi took a look at the internal prison and motioned him to continue.

"No, it's just a stick. I'm standing." Shen Sirong turned his back, faced the trunk of the thick banyan tree, and closed his eyes slightly.

"Bang."

A stick.

Shen Sirong's buttocks suddenly hurt, and the impact force seemed to smash her. Shen Sirong clenched his teeth and waited for the initial pain to disappear.

The internal supervisor did not exert all his strength. Xiao Yuanqi glanced at the internal supervisor. The internal supervisor was panicked, and the long staff in his hand tightened.

"Bang."

The second stick.

The coat he was wearing has been broken. Shen Sirong subconsciously hid forward and clung to the trunk of the banyan tree. His hands had to support the trunk to support him from falling down. The previous unrecovered pain was deepened by a new wave of pain, and a paralyzed trembling spread behind him.

......

"P"

The fifth stick.

"Hmm..."

A shallow moan overflowed from Shen Sirong's lips, and the originally clenched lips were broken, and the shell teeth left deep marks under the lips, and a crack was suddenly cut between the red lips.

The fingers are tightly pinched on the trunk, and the pain of the fingertips is far less than the pain between the legs.

Between the hooks, the blood red passed through the snow-white coat, and scarlet blood flowed faintly under the clothes, crossing the two strands and between the legs.

On the closed eyes, the trembling eyelashes are like butterfly wings shaking their wings, and there is still a faint moisture on those wings. I hold my heart and don't let myself shed a tear.

Shen Sirong is in pain, but he can't hurt.

She only felt the pain. She had to remember it all the time. She couldn't forget it and didn't want to forget it. This is the consequence of emotion, which is what you deserve.

The people behind him are so cold-hearted and ruthless.

Let this pain accompany her to forget the past. After today, she will not leave any more affection for him.

......

"Papa."

Seeing that the prince had walked out of the yard, the internal supervisor took the strength of his hand, leaving only light force.

The ninth stick.

Shen Sirong no longer feels pain. Her only obsession is to stand firm and can't fall down. Can't...

After ten sticks passed, Shen Sirong endured the sentence. The internal supervisor dropped his long stick and came forward to help her. In this palace, there are very few concubines who can accept such a stick ten times but have not fainted.

The force opened his eyes and closed them weakly. He, gone...

With this answer in his mind, Shen Sirong's nerves had been relaxed. When he came out of the yard, Han Xiang waited at the door and watched Shen Sirong lean against the internal prison. His face was pale and his legs were half dragged.

I took a look and walked all the way, and there were spots of blood on the road.

Han Xiang's heart was sore. She came forward and hugged Shen Sirong. Shen Sirong smiled at her and leaned firmly on her shoulder and fainted. Hanxiang pushed away the internal prison, and the internal prison suddenly retreated to Shen Sirong and walked to the bedroom behind her back.

The internal prison had no time to be stunned by the strength of the cold fragrance, and Xiao Yuanqi, who stepped out from the shade of the tree, was shocked again.

He hurriedly knelt down, but Xiao Yuanqi ignored him and looked at the way the princess left. Until the door of the Moon Hall opened and closed.

The Moon Hall has been busy. Shen Sirong was beaten. Naturally, he can't let everyone in the hall know. Han Xiang avoided the people in the hall behind Shen Sirong's back and went straight into the bedroom.

The freehand has been waiting for her to come back since Shen Sirong went out. Now he finally saw her come back, but she was unconscious on Han Xiang's back and almost screamed.

Han Xiang shouted in a low voice: "Do you want everyone to come to see your mother's jokes?"

The freehand was busy and silent, and I saw Hanxiang rushing Shen Sirong back into the bed. Shen Sirong's clothes have been torn, and the blood stains are also very terrible.

"This..." asked with pain in his tears.

Hanxiang's heart was also heavy. She shook her head and said, "Don't ask. Don't even tell the nurse about this matter. Just say that the prince was angry and banned the mother. Remember not to let anyone come to visit."

Knowing that it was important, he nodded seriously. He took out the golden sore medicine from the cabinet and came forward to solve Shen Sirong's clothes.

"Wait."

At a glance, Shen Sirong's clothes had faded to his thighs. His white skin was covered with blue and purple bruises, and he could still see the skin that had been turned over.

Han Xiang lowered her eyes, put the basin on the side of the bed, and ordered her to go out.

The cold fragrance guarding at the door was entangled by the people in the room for the first time.

Drink Shen Sirong with medicine and come out to pour water. Hanxiang looked in. Shen Sirong had fallen asleep, and there were still tears on her freehand face. She sat on the stone steps with Hanxiang.

"Miss, it's really hard." The freehand is "Miss". In her heart, this mother is nothing but a burden to Shen Sirong.

"She has never thought of marrying into a heavenly family. No matter how difficult it is, she has always been so indifferent, but she is excellent for people. But Your Highness has never liked Miss. He muttered.

"You were saved by your mother-in-law?" Han Xiang asked.

The freehand answered and did not shy away from it: "It was the Empress who saved me on the street."

"Yes, why on earth did the young lady get beaten? Sister Hanxiang, tell me, you know it, right? The freehand did not go on and subconsciously didn't want to say the existence of the Liwang, which was good for the Empress.

Han Xiang shook her head. Standing up and entering the room, what she wanted to ask was still a mystery, and she followed into the room.