Yu Jun

"29."

When the stick fell, Wu Jin's clothes were soaked. There was a "pop" and blood splashed. His hands fell from the torture bench and hung limply on both sides. His body trembled slightly with the torture stick, his breath was weak, and blood dripped from his mouth. There was a cold pulse in his body, and the heat in his heart was slowly dissipating.

Duke Mingyuan was not at all afraid of His Majesty's gloomy face and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, there will inevitably be evil on your side -"

When he said this, he lowered his eyes, not looking at anyone, not letting anyone think that what he said as "evil" meant something.

He also knew that Wu Jin's life was hanging by a thread, and the courtiers rushing out to plead for mercy at this time were just to keep this thread tightened.

The tighter the thread is, the faster it will break.

He stood up just to loosen the thread and give Wu Jin a chance to survive.

"Wu Jin is eloquent and evil like Yuan Yue. He can speak both short and long words. He messed up the whole thing a few times. He was executed for King Sima Xiaowen and left a reputation of greed and danger in the world——"

The imperial staff interrupted him with the count: "Thirty."

Duke Mingyuan was not confused at all: "Your Majesty will kill Wu Jin with a stick at this time. Wu Jin will become famous all over the world for his courage to face court disputes, and his name will be immortalized. It is better to save his life. He can be tried or not tried. It can be used or not. There are two choices. As time goes by, his illness and pain will appear on their own, and the slanderous talk has ceased. It is time to punish him."

These words echoed in the hall, and everyone was worried. The voice outside the hall was particularly shocking.

"31."

There was another "bang" sound, hitting Wu Jin. What followed was not a groan or a cry of pain from Wu Jin, but a ticking sound.

There was a tick, the blood fell from the iron sheet at the tip of the torture stick, and there was another tick, and the blood fell from the torture bench. One after another, it turned into a bloody rain, drenching people's hearts, making all the limbs and veins of the person feel cold.

Some people wonder why the rod is so fast, and some people wonder why the rod is so slow.

The emperor looked at Duke Mingyuan and knew that what he said was reasonable. He couldn't help but retreat from his anger and regain his sense. His eyes showed hesitation: "Drag him in to answer."

The King of Wei said anxiously: "Your Majesty, you must not indulge Wu Jin! If this person has no backing, how dare he risk the disapproval of the world. His words and deeds are shocking and unprecedented. If he does not use the imperial staff to serve as a warning to others, it will undermine the power of God!"

"32."

There was another "bang" sound outside the hall, and the ticking sound made people anxious. A young bachelor from the Hanlin Academy quietly rubbed his hands and stamped his feet. His heart was burning. He was severely elbowed by his colleagues before he stopped.

After the minister's heart became clear, the prince finally went out to stand in line, holding the scepter and bowing: "Your Majesty, Wu Jin has no strength to restrain a chicken, and cannot withstand the Eighty-Ting Staff. If he dies, he will play into the hands of the conspirators behind him!"

"33."

"Bang", another stick.

Wu Hongzhe's old and decrepit body also trembled with the sound of execution.

King Wei shouted: "Your Majesty, the prince's heart is unpredictable!"

The prince turned his head and scolded: "You know that Gu is your highness, but you still dare to offend? Gu is the first heir, carrying treasures, living in the East Palace, God's will belongs to him, why do you need to be unpredictable? But you -"

"Shut up!" The emperor let out a sharp roar. Zhang Gongfeng stood beside him, his heart paused for a moment before he started beating wildly.

In the ears of the courtiers, the sound of their own hearts beating wildly could be heard, and the sound of the stick from outside could not be heard for a while.The emperor looked at his son and ministers, his heart full of anger, but his eyes were empty. The sun was so bright that the palace was filled with light. The red, green, and purple lights were all mixed together, leaving only Shaking shadows all over the ground.

The imperial staff outside the hall became real. The light from the sky above and below focused on Wu Jin. The wind blew and the clouds moved. The blood light flickered brightly and dimly, and fire spread on the gold bricks.

Already hit 36 ​​sticks.

The emperor came to a conclusion: "Stop the stick and drag him in for questioning!"

The servants around Zhang Gongfeng passed the message down, and the sound of stopping the stick was spread word of mouth. When they arrived outside the hall, the No. 30 seven-stick punishment stick stopped in mid-air.

The Imperial Guard paused for a moment, then retracted his hand and returned to his staff. He and his staff retreated together to make way for their position.

The two Imperial Guards who were holding Wu Jin's shoulders stood up, put their hands under Wu Jin's armpits again, and lifted him off the torture bench. This time, Wu Jin couldn't stand steadily. His heels were off the ground, and only his toes were dragging on the ground. Relying on the support of the imperial guards, his neck was weak, his head was limp and tilted to one side, and his black hair was messy and scattered, sticking to his cheeks.

His eyes were closed tightly, and there were thin drops of blood on his face, which gathered on his chin, and he landed quietly. His clothes were soaked in blood, and the blood dripped down from his clothes, forming a pool of blood. His toes seemed to be hanging in a deep pool. On the bottomless lake.

With this look, the emperor couldn't ask any questions.

One of the Imperial Guards brought a bucket of bone-chilling well water, held it above Wu Jin's head, and poured water on his pocket. Wu Jin woke up from his coma, and a sudden burst of pain swept over him, making him unbearable and groaning.

The staff of humiliation truly took on meaning at this time.

Before he could get over the pain, the imperial guards had already carried him inside, dragging a long bloody trail on the ground. When he stepped over the threshold, Wu Jin's feet left the ground, and the instep of his feet directly crossed the threshold, and he no longer looked like a jade tree.

The smell of blood dispersed the rich dipterocarp incense in the palace. The Imperial Army carried Wu Jin to the golden platform. Prince Jiyang, who had been kneeling on the ground, looked at the blood dripping to the ground and felt disgusted. Apart from panic, he also felt carefree.

The Imperial Guard tried to make Wu Jin kneel down, but as soon as he let go, Wu Jin lay down directly, and it was difficult to even move a finger.

The emperor was condescending and asked again: "Wu Jin, who is plotting to cause chaos in the country? If you answer truthfully, I will take away the remaining imperial staff from you."

Wu Jin slowly moved his fingers on the ground, then picked up the fallen memorial with one hand, and tried his best to support his upper body with the other hand.

When he raised his head, he endured the pain of thousands of arrows piercing his heart, and his backbone supported his neck one by one.

With his neck straightened and his head held high, he raised the memorial and sent it to the emperor, who was above him. His eyes were blurry and he said, "Your Majesty, the people are prospering with benevolence!"

After saying this, his entire upper body fell to the ground, and a large pool of blood gushes out. The prince of Jiyang County, who was closest to him, was overjoyed: "Good death!"

Duke Mingyuan quickly stepped forward, bent down to look, put a finger on the tip of Wu Jin's nose, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Your Majesty, he fainted."

The emperor's face was ashen and he shouted: "Take him to Yushitai Prison, Dali Temple and the Ministry of Punishment will jointly investigate, and we will have three days to get to the bottom of it!"

Within three days, Wu Jin's "unclear, unkind, and unjust" were turned into a conspiracy to rectify the name of the emperor.

The prince looked at the Prince of Jiyang: "Your Majesty, do you want Dali Temple to collect the evidence of the clan's crimes that Wu Jin said?"

The prince of Jiyang County turned pale and trembled. King Wei glanced at the prince with hatred, but he was speechless.

"Bring it here and verify it one by one." The emperor stood up and left his seat, stretched out his hand to grasp Zhang Gongfeng's arm that was stretched out in time, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and left without caring about the brotherhood and the weighing skills between the prince and the king of Wei.