091 Ability
Who will be punished?
Lu Shaolin didn't know the answer to this question either, so he simply gave up thinking about it and left this difficult problem to the people below him.
What is the use of subordinates? To take the blame and do hard labor.
"Punish the prisoner." Lu Shaolin commanded the officers with great dignity, his aura even greater than that of the Ninth Prince.
The officer stepped forward, looked left and right, hoping that Lu Shaolin could give him some clues as to which one to put on the rack.
But Lu Shaolin was extremely single and looked up at the sky.
Lu Shaolin was unreliable. The two officials hoped to see something from the faces of the Ninth Prince and Princess Anping, but they dared not look directly at the royal family, so they had to...
He gritted his teeth, stepped forward and lifted Feng Qingchen up. There was only one rack in the punishment room.
Feng Qingchen did not resist, nor did she look at Dong Lingjiu. She knew that the rest of the matters were not something she could interfere with.
Dong Lingjiu picked up the teacup and took a sip. Just as the officer was about to tie up Feng Qingchen's limbs, Dong Lingjiu said calmly, "Sir Lu, I doubt how you became the commander-in-chief of the Blood Robe Guard."
“Buzz…”
Lu Shaolin only felt his scalp tighten, like a prisoner sentenced to death, trembling and shaking: "Ninth, Ninth Uncle, calm down."
Unfortunately, Dong Lingjiu ignored him completely and drank tea leisurely, with an attitude of "I have nothing to say, I just came here to drink tea leisurely."
Lu Shaolin's forehead was covered with sweat, but he didn't dare to wipe it. He turned around and shouted at the officer: "How can you be an officer? I told you to put the prisoner on the rack, but why did you put Miss Feng on it? Hurry up and take the prisoner Qian Jin up there."
When the two officers heard this, their faces turned pale and they wanted to beg for mercy, but they were frightened by Lu Shaolin's ferocious eyes.
Obviously, these two officers were the ones that Lu Shaolin used to take the blame.
"Yes, yes, I am stupid, please forgive me, sir." The two men begged for mercy quickly. Under Lu Shaolin's impatient gaze, they carefully put Feng Qingchen down and bowed repeatedly to apologize.
Feng Qingchen shook his head and said nothing.
From the moment the Ninth Prince showed up, she knew she was safe today. Hearing the Ninth Prince's direct protection, she felt a warm current flowing through her heart.
She secretly glanced at Dong Lingjiu, but found that the Ninth Uncle was not even looking at her. She felt quite disappointed, but could only lower her head to hide the bitterness in her eyes.
In front of the Ninth Prince, she felt deeply inferior.
The Ninth Prince was too perfect, so perfect that she could not reach him.
The development of the matter was completely different from what Princess Anping had imagined. Princess Anping was so angry that she broke her nails, but she did not dare to show it on her face.
Seeing Feng Qingchen standing there for a long time without kneeling, Princess Anping was so angry that she yelled at Feng Qingchen, "Feng Qingchen, who told you to stand? Why don't you kneel down quickly?"
Feng Qingchen rolled his eyes and did not argue. Just as he was about to kneel down, Dong Lingjiu raised his hand and said, "Forget it. Just stand there and let Lord Lu try the case."
At this time, the prisoner Qian Jin had been tied to the rack.
He had known his fate long ago, and although he was afraid he did not dare to cry out. Instead, his whole body was arched in a strange posture, as if he was very afraid of the rack.
Come to think of it, there is no one in this world who is not afraid of the Blood-Clothed Guards' torture rack.
"Ninth Uncle, what kind of torture instrument do you think we should use first?" Lu Shaolin became even more timid after being scolded by Dong Lingjiu.
But Dong Lingjiu didn't treat him well at all, and said coldly: "You have to ask me this? How did you become the commander of the Blood Robe Guards?"
Lu Shaolin had a painful look on his face, thinking to himself, "Aren't I just afraid that you will be dissatisfied?"
"How about? Use the whip first?" Lu Shaolin didn't dare to make a decision on his own and asked again.
"Yeah." Dong Lingjiu responded.
Princess Anping stood behind, her face twisted with anger.
She didn't expect that the Ninth Prince would defend Feng Qingchen so openly.
It really is…
It's so infuriating.
But she couldn't do anything. In terms of dignity, the Ninth Prince was above her, and in terms of seniority, the Ninth Prince was even higher than her. She couldn't compete with the Ninth Prince at all.
Anping could only twist his handkerchief in anger and glare at Lu Shaolin fiercely, telling him to be smart and not forget that this was something the Queen had personally instructed him to do.
Lu Shaolin lowered his head silently, avoiding Princess Anping's sight, and took action himself, picking up the whip and whipping Qian Jin.
“Pah, pah…”
As the whip was whipped over and over again, there was no tearing of skin or flesh, and no blood flowed out, but Qian Jin, a big man, screamed miserably.
"ah……"
"ah……"
This is the secret of whipping. It doesn't hurt too much when your skin is torn apart. It is painful when it only leaves red marks.
The whip was very powerful. The flesh underneath the skin was rotten with one blow. The pain was so severe that it made people want to die.
After ten consecutive whippings, Lu Shaolin was already a little out of breath.
"Sir, I confess, I confess. It was Miss Feng who ordered me to assassinate the princess." The prisoner Qian Jin had snot and tears all over his face, looking so miserable.
"Keep fighting." Dong Lingjiu ordered.
"Yes." Lu Shaolin took a breath and continued to beat. Screams were heard throughout. Feng Qingchen turned away, unable to bear to watch.
"Feng Qingchen, let this king watch over you."
Feng Qingchen quickly turned around, but found that the Ninth Prince was not looking at her at all, but she still stared at him according to Dong Lingjiu's order.
Another ten lashes passed, and Lu Shaolin was sweating profusely from exhaustion, but Qian Jin still insisted that it was Feng Qingchen.
Lu Shaolin was too lazy to pay attention and prepared to get the iron comb to use the combing punishment.
"I confess, I confess, sir, I confess." There was no place on Qian Jin's body that didn't hurt, and he said with snot and tears.
"Okay, who ordered you to assassinate the princess?" Lu Shaolin shook the iron comb in front of Qian Jin, full of threat.
If Qian Jin said no (5) it was good, he would have to endure the pain of his flesh being scraped off like vermicelli.
Qian Jin trembled, a trace of sadness flashed across his eyes, and he closed his eyes and said, "Ms. Feng, it's Miss Feng."
"You kid, if you don't accept my toast, then you'll have to drink the wine for punishment. Well...if I don't show you some power, you won't know how high the sky is or how thick the earth is."
If Lu Shaolin still doesn't understand Dong Lingjiu's meaning, he will really have to quit his job as the commander-in-chief of the Blood Robe Guard.
But at this moment, the Ninth Prince spoke again: "Okay, Lord Lu, although the Blood Robe Guards pay attention to punishment when handling cases, they cannot torture people into confessing. What if the prisoner commits suicide? Go... cut off his tongue first, so that he won't bite it to commit suicide."
Phew...the first half of the sentence makes sense, but why is the second half so weird?
Cut tongue?
Feng Qingchen swallowed hard and secretly looked at the Ninth Uncle again.
She didn't know whether to be happy or sad.
She was happy that the Ninth Prince had spared no effort for her; but she was also sad... that the atrocities of this era were truly horrific.
Human life is so cheap.
"Yes, Ninth Uncle." Lu Shaolin didn't feel anything. Cutting the tongue was a normal thing in the Blood Guard.
Two officers stepped forward, removed Qian Jin's jaw, and took out a pair of embroidered iron scissors.
Ouch... Feng Qingchen felt nauseous and wanted to close her eyes, but the Ninth Prince seemed to have a plan and said before she closed her eyes: "Feng Qingchen, open your eyes and watch."
"Yes, Ninth Uncle." Feng Qingchen responded, suppressing the nauseous feeling and opening his eyes wide.
She understood that the Ninth Prince was not trying to torture her. Instead, he wanted her to understand the rules of this world and see clearly the methods used by the powerful in this world.
It's good for her.
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