Rise From the Humble

After the second captain finished playing the five strokes of the imperial staff, the third captain was replaced, and then the fourth captain was replaced to take over the last five strokes of the imperial staff.

Ouyang Zishi was very satisfied with these imperial staffs. They worked very hard on the imperial staff, and it was obvious that they had used all their strength. The whole scene was beaten like a slaughterhouse, with great force and brutality. Zhu Pingan was beaten with every stroke, and Zhu Pingan howled at the top of his lungs like he was killing a pig.

but

Nothing can be done, nothing can be done

But Zhu Pingan, this little bastard, is too tough!

Although Zhu Pingan howled miserably with every stroke of the imperial staff, the little bastard Zhu Pingan howled miserably, but did not hang up and did not even faint. On the contrary, Ouyang Zishi felt that the more miserable Zhu Pingan seemed to be, the more miserable he screamed. Really happy.

He was really a country boy who dug in the dirt. He was thick-skinned and thick-skinned, but his life was cheap. Even the Lord of Hell would not accept him.

Ouyang Zishi couldn't help cursing Zhu Pingan in his heart. He never doubted that the imperial staff released water from the beginning to the end. In his opinion, the imperial staff not only did not release water, but also hit him harder because he stuffed the banknotes. Every stroke of the cane was extremely ferocious, with the intent of beating Zhu Pingan to death. Zhu Pingan's screams were so miserable that many onlookers cried.

It's not that the captains were incompetent, it's just that Zhu Ping'an's life was too hard, and the imperial staff was used too little. Zhu Ping'an, a flatterer, did not forget to flatter the emperor first when interceding for Yang Ni. The emperor who flattered him made an exception and only ordered Zhu Ping'an to be beaten with twenty imperial rods. If he could be beaten with thirty imperial rods, he would use today's method. , Zhu Pingan was beaten into a dead dog.

"It's a pity, Zhu Pingan, a bastard with mud-legged life, is too tough. I can't even beat him to death." Ouyang Zishi looked at Zhu Pingan, who was moaning more and more happily on the field. It was a pity that his teeth hurt. , the whole face was distorted.

"Yeah, it's a pity that there are only twenty court staffs. If I could have ten more court staffs, I would definitely kill this little bastard." Luo Longwen beat his chest in regret, as if he had missed a hundred million, and looked at Ouyang Zishi. , sighing.

Yuan Wei also had a look of pity on his face, but seeing Zhu Ping'an howling miserably after being beaten, he felt very satisfied in his heart.

"Snapped!"

After the last stroke of the imperial cane, Zhu Pingan howled at the top of his voice as usual. His hair was messy, his face was dirty, and he looked very miserable.

In fact, when he first hit the imperial stick, Zhu Ping'an screamed miserably. It was so painful that he couldn't control it. It actually didn't hurt that much after that. But he was acting in a full set. Don't let people see that the imperial rod was leaking, and save it for Feng. Bao also caused trouble to the captains. Of course, this is also a kind of self-protection. The worse he is beaten, the more dissatisfied he is with interceding for Yang Jisheng, so he can vent his anger.

Feng Bao listened to Zhu Pingan's miserable howl and felt extremely grateful to Zhu Pingan. He was the person who served at the feet of Emperor Jiajing all year round. His ability to observe words and emotions was several levels higher than everyone present. He was always with you. Tiger, can you do it if you don’t have high skills? Zhu Pingan's usual howl at the top of his lungs was well-intentioned. He could see that Zhu Pingan's shameless howl was to cover up the water from the imperial staff and not to cause trouble to himself and others. You know, scholars are most concerned about face.

"Master Xiao Zhu, please take care of yourself and take good care of yourself when you go back. The Za family has to report to the emperor." After the beating with the imperial stick, Feng Bao said goodbye to Zhu Ping'an. As a prison officer, he had to carry out the execution at the imperial rod. After finishing, go to Xiyuan as soon as possible to repeat the order.

"Ahem, Eunuch Feng, please go slowly. Please forgive me for not being able to see you off." Zhu Pingan lay on the ground, raising his hands tremblingly.

"Master Xiao Zhu, please don't move. You will be taken care of for a good life. The Za family is leaving." Feng Bao stopped Zhu Ping'an with concern, said goodbye and was about to leave.

"Brother Zhu, woo woo woo..."

"Uncle, wuwuwu..."

Before Feng Bao had time to leave, Li Shu, Hua'er, and Qin'er were already crying and rushed over. Feng Bao was pushed to the side as he was saying goodbye. He squatted on the ground and surrounded Zhu Ping'an to inspect his injuries. Heartbroken and bursting into tears.

It's nice to have a family and have people who care about him. Feng Bao looked at this scene with envy, bowed his hand to Zhu Ping'an from a distance, and turned back to Xiyuan with his servants to return the order.

After all, it was a court staff. Although the leakage was serious, after thirty years of use of the court staff, Zhu Pingan's originally white and tender buttocks were now a mass of blood and flesh. The wounds were hideous and looked very scary. The surrounding linen was also stained with blood.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu didn’t herself," she said. Afraid of hurting Zhu Pingan, he stopped just one centimeter away from Zhu Pingan's butt, and his eyes were swollen from crying.

"Ah...wuwuwu...my uncle's ass is smashed, how painful it is..." Baozi's little maid Hua'er only glanced at Zhu Pingan's injuries, then she made a trembling sound and covered her with her chubby hands. He closed his eyes, and after a while, he slowly moved his chubby hand away, revealing a pair of rabbit-like red eyes, with bright tears rolling down his cheeks.

Qin'er couldn't help but wipe her tears.

"Ahem, it looks scary, but it doesn't actually hurt." Although he knew they were concerned, but with the girls staring at his butt like this, Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but blush, and he was very embarrassed and coughed. Comfort them.

"Liar, my butt is almost smashed, how can it not hurt..." Li Shu pursed her lips, her distressed tears falling down, and a few hot tears fell on Zhu Pingan's butt.

Tears contain inorganic salts, and falling on the wound is like spreading salt on the wound. Zhu Pingan's buttocks trembled in reflex.

"I'm sorry, Brother Zhu..." Seeing this, Li Shu shed more tears.

"It's okay, tears are sterilizing and good for wound recovery." Zhu Pingan endured the pain, smiled and comforted Li Shu.

"I know about disinfection, but what is sterilization? You're a bad guy who always fools people. Just endure the pain and I'll let them carry you to the soft couch." With tears in her eyes, Li Shu stood up and greeted Liu Dadao and the others.

Liu Dadao and Liu Dachui had already prepared the soft couch. Now they brought the soft couch over and placed it on the ground under Li Shu's instruction. Then they carefully lifted Zhu Ping'an and placed it on the soft couch.

During the lifting process, the wound would inevitably be pulled, causing Zhu Ping'an to moan twice.

"Be gentle, be gentle..." Li Shu felt distressed from behind and glared at Liu Dadao and the others several times.