A rebellious minister forced me to be a foolish king

Chapter 611: Whipping in the Long Street
Heavy rain enveloped the long street, and everything in sight was foggy.

Gradually, a whirring sound like a convulsion came from somewhere, followed by a dull sound of something hitting something. The sounds of "swoosh" and "snap" came alternately, and someone was shouting and cursing.

Yuan Wuyou's hard-soled deerskin military boots stepped steadily on the flooded bluestone slabs, and every step caused splashes of water.

There were a few blurry figures at the end of the long street. It was unclear whether they were human or ghost. As she approached, she could hear them more clearly:
"Twenty-seven!"

“Swoosh—bang!”

"Twenty-eight!"

“Swoosh—bang!”

"nineteen……"

"Twenty, eh? How much is twenty?"

Three people stood in the heavy rain, with a young general in black and silver armor holding a thick whip in his hand, laughing fiercely: "Gou Ri, the numbers are messed up again, let's do it again."

The rough leather whip lay on the ground, covered with mud and water, and then was rolled up by the person holding the whip!
The executioner whipped the prisoner in front of him, who was tied to a solid wooden pillar. The man was already naked from the whip with barbs, revealing his pale skin. This whip left a bright red bloodstain on his snow-white skin, and even a lot of flesh was torn off. But as the skin and flesh were torn apart, the mud on the whip also pierced into the flesh.

The man being tortured hung his head, his entire face hidden by his bangs. His face could not be seen, but the young man's thin body and immature figure were clearly visible.

Because the clothes on his body were all torn by the whip, he looked like he was wearing nothing. The few remaining strips of cloth that were hanging on his body were soaked by the rain and could not block anything. The blood and mud that had just come out of his wounds were instantly washed away by the rain.

The repeated and endless executions almost whipped him to the point of insanity and death.

Another whip came down!

It was raining heavily, but the people being beaten made no sound, which was not as loud as the dull sound of the whip hitting their flesh and thin bones.

The black-armored soldiers beside him were a little worried, so they asked the young general holding the whip in a low voice: "General, he won't die, right?"

Upon hearing this, the silver-armored general raised his leg and kicked the injured leg of the prisoner in front of him. Seeing that he was convulsing and shaking in pain, he laughed disdainfully, "Isn't he still breathing? You traitor, you dare to pretend to be dead in front of me!"

As he said this, he raised his hand and threw the whip into the hand of the follower next to him.

"The thirty lashes the master ordered have not yet been completed. You can do the rest."

At the same time, a few feet away, Yuan Wuyou saw someone committing violence in the heavy rain through the foggy rain curtain.

Because the road ahead was wide and it was the only way to Tongguanyi, she bravely walked closer and took a closer look. After hearing the conversation here, she realized that it was not violence but execution.

Yuan Wuyou originally wanted to ignore them and walk straight through the middle of the road, but her sudden appearance naturally attracted their attention.

There was a sharp-eyed soldier who was bored because he didn't get the job of whipping the leader and couldn't get a word in. He turned around and saw a one-armed boy in a red shirt holding an umbrella walking towards him. He quickly shouted, "Stop! Who are you?"

Yuan Wuyou was less than three steps away from the others when he was stopped abruptly.

The young general who had just beaten someone turned around at the sound, put his hands that were exposed from his wrist guards on his waist, and looked the newcomer up and down with contempt.

Seeing this guy wearing a red cross-collared uniform in the style of the Qi army uniform, with his left arm tightly wrapped with a cloth strip, like a wounded soldier, the enemy immediately felt particularly disgusted when they met. "How dare you, a cripple, watch the fun? Get out of here!"

"I have to go there. This is the only way."

The young man, with his face half covered by an umbrella, looked ashamed, but he spoke neither arrogantly nor politely.

The young general didn't bother to be polite with her. He raised his arms from his waist and pointed at her nose and spitted:
"Do you still want me to make way for you? If you don't get out of here, I'll chop off your legs!"

Yuan Wuyou thought it was better to have less trouble than more, and was about to turn back to find Xiao Tongyan.

Behind the young general, a soldier waved his whip to drive away the wind and rain. I don't know where he got such great strength! The solid wooden pillar that was deeply hit in the ground cracked with a sound and broke into two pieces!

With a loud bang, the prisoner tied to the pillar and the half piece of wood fell to the ground.

He fell face down in front of her.

Yuan Wuyou was immediately shocked. What deep hatred did he have with the prisoner to beat him to death? The force of this whip was enough to break a pillar. If it hit a person, wouldn't he be cut in half on the spot?
Yuan Wuyou lowered his eyes to look ahead, and immediately saw the young man with messy hair and a waist-length braid hanging from his head. He was only wearing a thin undershirt whose color could not be seen. It was not even considered clothes, as it was torn into strips, exposing his pale back.

The tattered, mud-stained braid was draped over his pale back.

She was startled, thinking that this long braid looked familiar. She couldn't help but take a closer look, and this glance immediately made her blood boil!

The long braid hung down from the back of his head, making the boy's thin shoulders look even thinner. His back was sunken, winding down from his thin waist to his crotch... His lower body was fairly well covered, with only two long legs like bamboo poles vaguely visible through his torn trouser legs. The man was lying on his back in the puddle, blocking the secret scenery in front of him.

How could it be him? Who had such a deep hatred for him that he beat him to death, bullied and humiliated him?
Yuan Wuyou just took a step forward to verify what she was thinking, and the young general who was fighting blocked her way.

"I just remembered that the bastards from the Pseudo-Qi have all left the city, haven't they?"

As he spoke, the boy reached out to grab her injured left arm, "Are you pretending to be a wounded soldier to disrupt the peace talks? Let me see if your arm is really broken!"

At this moment! Xiao Tongyan, who was wearing a white robe and carrying cakes, followed closely behind Yuan Wuyou. Seeing this scene, he did not say a word, but silently pressed the edge of the umbrella down and tried his best to cover his face. It depends on how this female king responds.

Seeing that the boy stretched out his sharp claws to pry her arm, as soon as his fingers touched the bandage on her left arm, Yuan Wuyou shook him off with great force, lifted the edge of the umbrella, revealing a pair of cold and sharp brown eyes, and phoenix eyes were arrogant:

"How dare you! Don't you know that I'm not going to participate in the peace talks? Whose army are you under? How dare you block the road and commit murder in the street?"

"You? You want to negotiate? Hahaha..." After laughing, he said, "I am Yifuyan, the prince of Western Wei! Don't mention that I have the military order of Yuwen Zhi, the Duke of Wei. Even if I don't have it, what's wrong with you teaching him a lesson? Do you also deserve a lesson?"

Yuan Wuyou quickly searched his memory to find out when there was a prince named Yifu in the Western Wei Dynasty.

At the same time, on the ground behind the young general, the boy whose skin was torn seemed to be awakened by choking, and slowly raised his face from the puddle. Because the rope was loose, he was able to stretch out his bloody and skinny fingers, and supported himself on the bluestone bricks to climb up.

Yuan Wuyou took a step forward, intending to look at him, but the general in front of him mistook him for an attack or provocation.

In a split second, the silver-armored young general punched the umbrella in her right hand away.

"You bastard! How dare you stop me from doing my job?"