Emperor concubine and phoenix

Chapter 392
After lunch, Nan Si changed into black clothes, which were convenient for horseback riding, and was sent outside the palace gate by the palace servants. Under the protection of her personal guards, she galloped away on horseback.

At this time, inside and outside the Changding Hall, all the palace people were dismissed.

The outside of the hall was closely guarded by the expert guards brought by Mo Hua, and Ye Junling personally ordered that no one was allowed to approach this place, even if there was an urgent matter, even if the sky collapsed outside, no one was allowed to come in to disturb it.

Mo Hua expressed satisfaction with his cooperative attitude.

But this little satisfaction can't ease Ye Junling's punishment a bit.

The Xinuan Pavilion of Changding Hall is divided into two by a screen partition. The inner hall is where Ye Junling sleeps, and the outer hall is where he usually reads and practice calligraphy.

A long case, a seat, neatly placed on the case are the precious Four Treasures of the Study.

The seal belonging to the prince is also on the case.

Obviously, this is where His Royal Highness the Crown Prince usually spends his time. Even though he has been crowned the crown prince, he has no intention of moving to live in the East Palace.

A half-person-high mahogany barrel was placed beside the desk. The barrel was filled with salt water prepared half an hour ago, and two rattans had been soaked in it for half an hour.

Ye Junling stood in front of the case, obediently waiting to be dealt with.

Mo Hua simply looked at the furnishings here for a week, simple but elegant, low-key but not shabby.

It is in line with the taste of a noble boy, but there is a little gap with the status of the prince.

But none of this matters.

Mo Hua didn't come to visit today, and he was not interested in Yejun Mausoleum's preferences and bedroom furnishings at all.

Turning his head, he looked at the young man who was quietly standing aside.

Tall and tall, with a calm and calm demeanor, he has the demeanor of a prince, with a handsome and elegant complexion, with noble and natural indifference in his brows and eyes-this is very similar to Xiao Liu'er.

But at this time indifference is gone, it has been replaced by respect.

In terms of appearance, Mo Hua is barely satisfied with him. After all, he is used to the beauty of Jiu Rao and the imperial wives, and his family's Liuer is a beautiful little beauty. No matter how beautiful a man in the world can match her, It is barely.

As for other aspects, Mohua declined to comment.

No need to comment either.

There must be a reason why Xiao Liu'er likes him.

"This is your place, so don't be too restrained." Mo Hua said lightly, with a gentle voice, which can make people relax unconsciously, "I just completed the task on the orders of His Majesty today, so I don't have any special requirements for you , Find a place that makes you feel comfortable and stand, lie on your stomach, or kneel, it doesn’t matter, in short, you can do whatever you want.”

Hearing the words, Ye Junling subconsciously looked around the hall for a week before walking to the desk.

"But there is one thing, after I do it, you can no longer make any noise, you can't move, you can't hide, and you can't block. As for begging for mercy, just say it to yourself in your heart. I didn't say begging for mercy here."

Ye Junling's eyebrows and eyes darkened, and he quickly gave up his seat in front of the desk, turned around and walked to the low carved couch in front of the screen, took off his outer robe and put it aside, and knelt down.

Lying on the bed should be considered the most comfortable position, but even if Mo Hua said to do as he wanted, Ye Junling didn't think it was a wise decision.

The desk is too hard, he has confidence in his will, but he is not so conceited that he thinks that he is indestructible. When the pain reaches a certain level, the low couch will definitely play a greater role than the desk.

As for why he chose to kneel.

This is his attitude.

Regardless of whether Nan Si's parents approve of him or not, in his heart, Nan Si's parents are his parents, and there is no hesitation in this point.

Mo Hua pulled out a cane from the salt water, shook off the water from the cane, walked calmly behind him and stood still: "Before you do anything, I have a few words to clarify with you."

"Yes." Ye Junling lowered his eyebrows, "Uncle Lao Mo instructed."

"There is no instruction." Mo Hua said calmly, "What happened to Donglan in the past two years when Xiao Liu came to Donglan, and what he experienced in the past month, everything is detailed. His Majesty knows everything, and I roughly understand it. So you No need to explain, no need to admit your mistakes, I don't need you to admit your mistakes."

Ye Junling's heart sank again: "Yes."

"There is no amount of punishment. When are these two vines broken? When will the punishment end?" Mo Hua said lightly, "I have something to do at night, so try to finish it before dark."

before dark...

It is only noon.

Ye Junling can only bite the bullet and say yes, and then tell himself in his heart that all these are difficulties that he must go through for his future happiness, and it will be fine to get over it.

Nothing difficult.

"The next half day will be difficult." Mo Hua's tone was light, "If you say now that you can't bear it, or you don't want to bear it, I can pretend that you haven't been here today."

Ye Junling shook his head, and said respectfully, "Uncle Lao Mo taught me a lesson."

"Then from now on," Mo Hua dropped the cane on top of his head, "Shut up."

When the words fell to the ground, the rattan wrapped in the sound of the wind was pulled down from the back. The fierce force was completely inconsistent with Mo Hua's gentleness, and the severe pain exploded from the back instantly, sweeping away all reason.

For a moment, Ye Junling's mind was blank, and then he clearly tasted the diffuse pain, and subconsciously clenched his teeth.

Mo Hua didn't give him much time to digest, the rattan in his hand fell like a flower, and soon left several scars on the young man's back.

Cold sweat broke out from his forehead, and Junya's face soon turned pale. Ye Junling, who had never been subjected to such a heavy responsibility, adjusted his breathing gently, and swallowed all the screams and moans that were almost unbearable to spill out of his throat. go back.

Silence.

Sometimes these two words themselves mean a kind of suffering.

Apart from the sharp sound of rattan falling on the body, there was no movement in Xinuang Pavilion. Even the outer hall and Nansi's sleeping hall were as quiet as an empty hall.

The sun was shining brightly outside, but inside the hall it was like years.

Except for the overwhelming pain, Ye Junling didn't feel anything anymore.

……

Nan Si left the imperial city on horseback and was galloping towards the direction Her Majesty came. Although she didn't see it with her own eyes, even if she just imagined it, she knew that Ye Xiaoqi's current situation was not good.

The person who can change the situation is not Mo Hua, not Luan Fei, not Ji Huangyu, but her mother.

Besides, Nan Si's mother and daughter haven't seen each other for two years, so Nan Si should have gone to greet her mother in person.

The steed galloped for nearly four hours, and the night sky was full of stars. Nan Si arrived at Ziyang City before midnight, and was about to go to the city gate when she heard the sound of horseshoes suddenly coming from inside the city gate.

In the quiet nighttime suburbs, the sound of the horseshoes was particularly clear and deafening.

(End of this chapter)