Water Recovery System

At the banquet, the scrutiny was staggered, and the wine was too drunk.

The emperor looked at Shen Jiayan, who was pressed in front of him in an extremely embarrassed posture, and asked with drunken eyes, "Who is this person?"

Su Yun stepped forward and knelt down: "Going back to the emperor, this is Su Yichen, the minister's brother-in-law, and an apprentice of the national teacher. He was supposed to be the pillar of my court and serve the country. But he actually committed the crime of filthy and disorderly court. These princes and young ladies were all seen by the ministers with their own eyes. Therefore, Chen Te brought him to plead with the Lord."

"Unclean court!" The emperor's wine immediately woke up halfway, and looked at Shen Jiayan coldly, and immediately overwhelmed with invisible power overwhelming Shen Jiayan, "Say! Who is the other person that you slept with?"

The emperor was angry, like the might of thunder.

If you are timid, I'm afraid I've already been scared and kowtow to admit my mistake. Shen Jiayan lowered his head and pursed his lips, but never said a word.

"The mouth is quite hard." The emperor smirked, "Don't you say that you think I can't find it out? Come here, hit me until he is willing to say it. I want to see, he can hold on to it. When will I bring the torture instrument, I will watch him be executed in public, in order to behave like you."

"One, two, three, four..." The guard counted, and the board struck Shen Jiayan vigorously. Suddenly, a burst of pain started from the hidden place, and was in harmony with the place where he was beaten.

Shen Jiayan couldn't help but let out a painful hum. But even though Xuan gritted his teeth, no matter how painful the punishment below was, he didn't scream again.

"Thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two..." The board kept falling, and Shen Jiayan's skin was swollen, blood stained the board, and then splashed on the ground, like blossoming red plums.

The atmosphere went from being good at the beginning and then becoming faintly uneasy.

When the guard had counted "fifty-six", the board broke with a "pop-".

Yuchi Yan couldn't help but stand up and intercede for Shen Jiayan: "Father, since this board has been broken, it means that this is the will of God. It is better to stop the punishment here, and it is also in accordance with the will of God."

The emperor was still thinking about Yuchi Yan's words, but had not yet spoken.

When the prince caught the opportunity, he opened his mouth in a weird manner, and poured the dirty water straight over: "Oh, old Qi, look at you so distressed, isn't the person who is not protected by him is you?"

The six princes followed Luojing and said: "Old Qi, you said that the break of the board was in accordance with the providence. Then don't you say that the father's order to beat him was against God's will in the first place?"

As soon as the sixth prince said this, the emperor's expression immediately cooled down: "Replace me with a board, continue!" As an emperor, he will never allow others to say that he is wrong. Even if he is really wrong, it is correct.

Yuchiyan lifted off his robe and knelt down: "Father, Mingjian, the children dare not. The children just think that God has a good life. Maybe he knows that his father is also a benevolent person, so I want to save him a life."

The emperor’s expression eased a little, pointed at Shen Jiayan, and finally let go: "In this case, then I will give him a chance. You ask him who the other person is. If he is willing to say it, I might forgive him. Little life."

Yuchiyan bowed down and said: "Father is wise."

It was not until Yu Chi Yan walked to Shen Jiayan's side that he knew how badly he was injured. There was almost no good meat on his back and legs, his clothes and wounds were stuck together, and every move was painful. If you continue to fight, I'm afraid the whole person will really be beaten to death.

"The other person, who the **** is?" Yu Chiyan tried to persuade Shen Jiayan, "As things are up to now, if you still have to protect him, I'm afraid no one can protect you."

Shen Jiayan opened his eyes and shook his head firmly: "Sorry, I can't say."

"Is that person more important than your own life?" Yu Chiyan asked inexplicably, he really didn't understand what Shen Jiayan's persistence was for.

Unexpectedly, Shen Jiayan admitted without hesitation: "Well, it is more important than fate."

For the person who could be protected by his life, Yu Chiyan thought of Sanskrit for a moment, but he denied it in the next second. The man in Sanskrit is devoted to the Buddha. Where can he pretend to be other? Not to mention that he has always restrained himself and respected himself, it is impossible to do such a thing with Shen Jiayan in the palace.

Seeing that Yuchi Yan could not ask for a result, the emperor waved his hand: "Continue to execute the execution."

The guard responded with a "no". Before the stick fell, he heard a cold male voice: "Don't ask, that person is a poor monk."

The sound was obviously not loud, but it shook everyone's heart and soul, and for a while, they didn't know what to look at.

Even the emperor was shocked by the news: "Guo Shi, how could it be you? You are my holy monk on pilgrimage, how could it be...? Could it be that you made up a lie to save your apprentice?"

"If your Majesty doesn't believe it, you can send someone to check Su Yichen's shoulder blades for a small red mole?" Sannyin said extremely calmly. Only occasionally glancing at Shen Jiayan's eyes can I see a trace of anxiety.

After an in-house attendant finished the inspection, he said: "Back to the emperor, the teacher said nothing bad."

The emperor slammed the table with his hands, almost bursting out fire in his eyes: "Fanyin, as our national teacher, you have done such ridiculous things in our palace. What sin should you do?"

"It's the fault of the minister." Fanyin confessed the guilt without hesitation, "but no matter what the fault is, it is the fault of the minister alone, and it has nothing to do with him. He has received fifty-six sticks for the minister, and he also asks him One person will be punished and let him go."

The emperor angrily pointed to Santosh's nose: "Santos, you think I dare not punish you, don't you?"

"The minister dare not." Sanskrit lowered his eyes, "The minister knows that he has committed serious sins, so he came to the sage to resign from the post of the national teacher. I hope the sage allows him."

As soon as Sanskrit's words came out, how many fires the emperor had was extinguished in an instant. Praying for blessings, praying for rain, fortune-telling...he can't live without Sanskrit.

Fanyin is threatening him. But what frustrated the emperor the most was that he knew that Sanskrit was threatening him, but he still wanted to be threatened by him.

The emperor cleared his throat: "You don't need to mention it again when you resign as a national teacher, but you have made a mistake after all. In this way, I recently received a memorial from the north saying that their plague is serious. I will order you to manage it. The plague counts as punishment. Do you have any objections?"

"The minister accepts the order." Fanyin looked at Shen Jiayan unabashedly, "Can the minister take people away now?"

The emperor waved his hand aggrievedly: "Take it away!"

Fanyin carefully lifted Shen Jiayan's neck and legs, avoiding Shen Jiayan's injury, and picked him up. Then, step by step, he walked steadily and firmly, as if he was holding it in his arms, it was already his whole world.

Shen Jiayan lay in Fanyin's arms and touched his eyebrows and couldn't help asking, "Master, who is Xiaoyin?" He was clearly a person. Why would there be two different personalities? One is deserted, and the other is like a child.

"He is also me." Sanskrit explained, "I have studied Buddhism since I was a child. He is a human me, so my temperament was sealed in my childhood. Sanskrit means I am a Buddha. The Buddha loves the world, but I am alienated from everyone, so the Buddha does not love anyone. He wants me to save you, so he integrates himself into my Buddha nature."

Shen Jiayan nodded silently.

But not long after Fanyin left with Shen Jiayan in his arms, Yu Chiyan also found an excuse to come out. As soon as he came out, he went to Tingchan Temple to find Sanskrit.

When Yuchi Yan arrived, Fanyin was treating Shen Jiayan's wounds.

Shen Jiayan's back was covered with a large blue and purple bruise. The skin was broken in some places and the inner muscles and bones were injured. A gentle pull on the clothes on the outside made Shen Jiayan hurt for a long time.

Yuchiyan looked at Shen Jiayan, who could not say a word even after Shicai had suffered so many sticks, but now it was like a different person. When the ointment is applied to the wound, it will cause pain. Pulling the clothes away from the wound will cause tears to flow. Even if Fanyin accidentally touched his skin, he said that there was a dark wound there, and it hurt as soon as he touched it.

As for Fan Yin, although his face was still indifferent, the movements of his hands had completely betrayed him.

When Shen Jiayan yelled of pain, his hands would tremble unconsciously; when he pulled away from the clothes, the movements were too light; when the ointment was applied, the faint distress in his eyes was even more expressive.

Looking at the two of them, Yu Chi Yan suddenly felt very envious.

Shen Jiayan doesn't call pain in front of outsiders because he knows that even if he shouts, someone may not feel distressed; but in front of people he likes, he always hopes that he can feel more distressed for himself.

Sannyin is no matter how calm and self-sufficient in front of others, he is always confused when he sees Shen Jiayan. Even an outsider like him could see how much water Shen Jiayan was pretending to hurt. But the Sanskrit sound couldn't be seen, but he always subconsciously felt sorry for him.

Yuchi Yan waited outside the room like this, until Shen Jiayan's injuries were dealt with, and then Fan Yin finally turned his attention to Yuchi Yan: "What's the matter?"

"It's about the northern plague." Yu Chiyan looked solemn, "I have received news that the northern plague is probably not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster. Therefore, I plan to go with you this time."

"Your body is not suitable for long journeys." Fanyin looked at Yuchi Yan, calmly expounding a fact.

Yuchiyan covered his lips with his hand, and hid his coughing: "No, you really need me this time. It is said that the northern officials went up and down. Do you think you would be able to hold it down without me as a prince." ?"

Fan Yin pondered for a while and then said, "Prepare enough medicinal materials for your own use."

"Don't worry, I can save it." Yu Chiyan knew that Sanskrit had agreed to this, and his face also revealed a somewhat relaxed meaning, "Then when shall we leave?"

"You go first, I will wait for him to recover before setting off to chase you." Fan Yin glanced at Shen Jiayan in the room and said.

Yuchiyan nodded slightly: "Okay. By the way, I also got news that during this trip to the northern plague, the father sent another person as an imperial envoy-Su Yun, the eldest son of the Su family."