When Master Deng saw his crying son, he felt both heartbroken and angry.
He knew that his son had caused trouble for his younger brother, so he quickly stood up with his numb legs and staggered to the side of Governor Deng.
"Little brother, it's all my fault that I didn't teach Hao'er well. Here you go..."
"No need to say more." Governor Deng interrupted his elder brother.
"We are all family. We prosper together and suffer together. This is also my fault. I didn't discipline Hao'er well."
"Fortunately, everything is still in time..."
Prefect Deng looked coldly at the howling Deng Hao, then turned and shouted at the yamen runner at the door,
"Come here, give this rebellious son thirty lashes."
Master Deng was stunned and looked at Prefect Deng in disbelief.
Mrs. Deng, who had just asked the yamen runner to call the doctor, suddenly turned her head and looked at the prefect Deng.
"Uncle, are you crazy?!"
"Hao'er was injured so badly, how could he still withstand thirty lashes?"
"At least wait until his injuries are healed."
King Qianhuang didn't let anyone watch them beat Hao'er with thirty sticks, so they just had to pretend that they had done so.
Why does my brother-in-law want to make a big deal out of it and really beat me?
"Ignorant and foolish woman!" Prefect Deng glared at Madam Deng. "The more severe Hao'er's injuries are, the faster His Majesty's anger will subside when he kneels at the gate of the prefectural yamen."
"Not only do we need to hit you with a stick, we need to hit you hard. It's enough to save your life."
Why did King Qianhuang make Deng Hao kneel at the gate of the prefectural yamen? Isn't this obviously killing the chicken to scare the monkey?
If Hao'er's injuries were too minor, how could he achieve the effect that King Qianhuang wanted?
Mrs. Deng looked at her bruised son and said, "But..."
"Shut up!" Governor Deng interrupted Madam Deng without any hesitation.
"Come here, execute the sentence!!!"
It was the first time that Mrs. Deng heard her brother-in-law speak to her so rudely, and she was so scared that she stood there in a daze.
Where did the brother-in-law who used to treat her so politely and call her sister-in-law go?
Mrs. Deng looked at Mr. Deng with a look of panic on her face.
Mr. Deng glanced at the gloomy-faced Prefect Deng and shook his head slightly at Mrs. Deng.
Let’s fight!
People will always show more mercy when fighting their own people.
Mrs. Deng took a look and looked at her son who was still wailing on the ground in a daze.
After thirty strokes of the cane, how can this be good?
Deng Hao is still waiting for his parents to plead for him.
As a result, his mother was speechless after being scolded by his uncle, and his father didn't even say a word to plead for him.
Deng Hao panicked and quickly moved his fat body to the feet of Deng Zhifu. He hugged Deng Zhifu's calf and started crying.
"Uncle, I was wrong..."
"Don't---don't hit me, my body really hurts...Ahhhhhh!!"
“.......”
After all, he was his nephew who he had watched grow up, so how could Magistrate Deng not feel sorry for him?
but......
"What are you standing there for? Drag him over and give him a good beating. Show no mercy."
Magistrate Deng yelled at the four yamen runners who were standing there in a daze.
".....Yes!" the yamen runners responded.
They went up together and dragged the screaming Deng Hao and put him on the table.
Two yamen runners held Deng Hao down to prevent him from falling off the table.
Two yamen runners started beating with sticks, one on the left and one on the right.
"Pah~"
“Ahhh!!”
“Bang!”
"ah!"
“…”
"You were beaten severely. Didn't you have any food?" Magistrate Deng frowned.
When the yamen runner heard this, he gritted his teeth and beat him hard with a few boards.
Deng Hao, who was screaming just now, suddenly tilted his head in pain and fainted.
Mrs. Deng's eyes suddenly widened, and she stared at Governor Deng angrily.
"Are you going to kill Hao'er? Hao'er is the only child of the Deng family. If anything happens to him, how will you explain it to the ancestors of the Deng family..."
Master Deng looked at the unconscious Deng Hao with a worried look on his face.
"Why hasn't the doctor come yet?!"
He doesn't have the courage like his wife to scold his younger brother.
I just hope the doctor can come soon and treat Haoer in time.
Prefect Deng simply ignored Madam Deng's accusations and stared at the bailiffs carrying out the execution with a sullen face.
Whenever the yamen runners hit the man too lightly, Prefect Deng would order him to be beaten again.
The original sentence was 30 lashes, but it ended with 40 lashes.
At this time, Deng Hao's buttocks were soaked with blood.
Mrs. Deng tried to block it twice, but she found that after she blocked it, Prefect Deng would have people beat her again. She was so scared that she dared not to block it again.
She sat slumped beside the table where Deng Hao was executed, her face covered in tears, one hand tightly grasping Deng Hao's arm, crying breathlessly.
As soon as the bailiff finished the execution, the doctor who had arrived earlier rushed forward to treat Deng Hao's wound.
After some trouble, the sky was just getting light, and Governor Deng and his party hurriedly left Zuijinlou....
........
Ma Mansion....
"Are you crazy?!"
Master Ma glared at his daughter. "How dare you give away the Ma family's heirloom? Do you think you are the head of the Ma family?"
He had just heard in the morning that his good grandson had offended a nobleman. Before he could send someone to the Deng Mansion to inquire, he saw his daughter coming back with a pale face.
The first thing he did was ask for the family heirloom. What a joke.
"Dad!" Madam Deng wiped the saliva her father sprayed on her face and said helplessly,
"My uncle has already told King Qianhuang that the Ma family is willing to donate the family heirloom to King Qianhuang."
"If you don't give it to me, and King Qianhuang gets angry, the Ma family will be in danger..."
"Bullshit!!!" Master Ma glared at Madam Deng angrily.
"Why would Magistrate Deng offer his services to my Ma family's heirloom?"
"Who is he to my Ma family? How dare he be the head of the Ma family?"
"What a joke."
Master Ma's chest heaved with anger.
"I'd like to ask King Qianhuang why Governor Deng gave away my Ma family's heirloom."
Even if this matter was brought to the attention of King Qianhuang, the Ma family would still be in the right.
I've never seen anyone give someone else's heirloom as a favor. That's ridiculous!
As he said this, Master Ma pretended to walk out.
Madam Deng hurried forward and grabbed Master Ma's arm, saying anxiously,
"Dad, Dad~~"
"You can't go. If you go and cause trouble, both our families will be finished."
"Things are dead, but people are alive. You are doing a good job in front of the prince by giving the heirloom to him."
"Think about it, every time the prince takes out the Ma family heirloom to play with it, he will think of our Ma family, and naturally there will be benefits."
"Bullshit!" Master Ma shook off Madam Deng's hand and shouted angrily.
"My Ma family has many treasures to offer to King Qianhuang. There is absolutely no reason for us to give away our heirlooms."
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