The treacherous minister under the skirt (taking by force) ( Mtl

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Only a handful of people who were sent to prison could come out alive.

There are no laws and regulations here, all punishments are subject to the emperor's ideas, and severe torture is just commonplace here.

"Captain, please."

Shen Zhaodu walked into the dark and damp underground prison. Horrible torture instruments were hung on every wall. What seemed to be flowing on the ground was not water, but warm blood.

"How many strokes are needed?"

The jailor in charge of the punishment said anxiously: "Your Majesty said, thirty dozen punishments will be given first. If the governor refuses to admit his mistake, then thirty more punishments will be given."

Shen Zhaodu untied his python suit and threw it aside, then leaned down on the bench and said, "Come on, just beat me to sixty."

The jailer was shocked: "Captain, what the hell..."

A first-class military attache, a python suit and a marquis, and the emperor didn't really want Shen Zhaodu's life, how could the jailer dare to strike with a sixty-strong cane?

"Are you going to fight?" Shen Zhaodu waited impatiently, "If you don't want to fight, then I will fight you."

What kind of mistake do you want him to admit?

He didn't think it was wrong to burn the imperial edict. He also thought that he burned it too late, so he should burn the Taoist temple together on the night of the Taoist temple.

Shen Ni didn't say who her "partner" was, but she had promised him that she would bring him the best pastries in the capital.

She didn't know who he was, but she remembered the promise, and that was enough.

The sap hit him hard on the lower back, fast and hard. Perhaps because of his open mind, he endured these sixty bone-breaking and flesh-breaking pains.

He felt blood flowing out, and his torn back felt like thousands of long needles had been pierced into it, making him dizzy. All his strength was drained away, dry and cracked.

The jailer took him to the neatest cell in Zhao Prison, and thoughtfully spread a thick layer of hay and cotton wool on the stone bed.

It's hard to go from extravagance to frugality. Shen Zhaodu rested his head on the prickly grass, and his pale face couldn't help but wrinkle: "You won't let me go after the beating?"

"Captain." He knelt down next to Shen Zhaodu in a flattering manner, wondering, "Your Majesty didn't say anything, so he had to stay here for a few days. However, Your Majesty still felt sorry for him, and even sent the imperial physician to deliver the best golden sore medicine. The little one will give the governor some medicine immediately."

"Get out." He narrowed his eyes and growled a threat, "Get out of here all of you. Am I someone you can touch with your dirty hands?"

Now that the wound is healed, can he still get Shen Ni's careful care when he returns to the Marquis Mansion?

*

Although Shen Zhaodu was often away from home, he was still the backbone of the Hou Mansion. When he left, the entire Hou Mansion was enveloped in a layer of anxiety.

Zhao Prison is heavily guarded, inaccessible to water and fire, full of epidemics and plagues, and the types of torture are horrifying.

Can Shen Zhaodu really get out of prison alive?

Mid-spring is the best time to put up paper kites. Shen Ni set up a writing desk in front of the pavilion in the backyard and copied the "Three Officials Sutra" under the tree.

"Three yuan of support, ten thousand saints share the same light, forgive sins, resolve misfortunes and eliminate disasters." The maid who was waiting on the side couldn't help but read out, and asked in a low voice, "Madam, are you praying for the Marquis to eliminate disasters?"

Shen Ni paused, and the pen tip immediately turned into a black mist on the paper.

The maid immediately bowed down and apologized: "It's my slave who talked too much."

"It doesn't matter." Shen Ni put down the brush and looked up at the three or three kites outside the wall.

No matter how high you fly, you are still bound by a thread.

"It's inevitable for you to worry, after all..."

She has never seen anyone come out of prison.

Including that night, Shen Zhaodu had been there for two days and one night, but the entire Hou family still hadn't received any news.

There was no punishment, and no one came to ask them to go to Zhao Prison to take Shen Zhaodu back. She was also anxious.

Abbot Chen never breaks his promise, and Shen Zhaodu falls into prison. How long will it take if he doesn't escape now?

Tonight, tonight at the latest, she will leave the Hou Mansion.

*

The "Three Officials Sutra" only had 1,675 words in total. Shen Ni copied it five times, and finally waited until dusk came.

She washed the ink stains on her hands, and there was a sudden noise in the front hall. The maid rushed in carelessly: "Madam, the Marquis is back!"

I was so excited that my eyes were filled with tears.

The reassurance belonging to the entire Zhaowuhou Mansion returned, Shen Ni put down the handkerchief and walked out of Zhuoying Hall.

Under the majestic sunset, Shen Zhaodu staggered, but no matter how slowly he walked, he still held his head high and stood tall despite the strong wind and strong grass.

Her eyes suddenly sore, she lifted up her skirt and ran to him.

Looking closer, his fatigue and haggardness became more profound. His eyes were green and his chin was green. Only when he looked at her, his eyes flickered, as gentle as still water running deep.

She really wanted to say something, but she didn't know where to start. Her eye circles and the tip of her nose were red, and she choked with sobs: "You're back?"

After waiting for so long and only waiting for this sentence from her, Shen Zhaodu lowered his head and smiled at her: "Well, I'm back."

Shen Ni suddenly felt that the pain in his wrist had subsided a lot.

The wounds on the entire back were simply treated. At this time, after walking from the gate of the Hou Mansion, he was already exhausted physically and mentally. Shen Zhaodu could already feel the blood seeping out, adhering to the coarse clothes and rotten flesh. If he moved, It's all a torture.

Seeing Shen Ni's increasingly red eyes, he reluctantly held her hand and said, "Every meal in the prison is full of sour steamed buns. I'm starving to death."

Shen Ni was amused by him, wiped the corners of her eyes and said, "Why do you have the nerve to accuse me of wasting food?"

Do you still remember the beef noodle feud?

Just as he was about to step into the threshold, a sudden gust of wind suddenly blew at the back of his neck. Without even a moment's pause, Shen Zhaodu pulled Shen Ni into his arms and hid sideways.

The cold arrow came through the wind, passed by, and shot deeply into the tall beam in front of the door.

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