Mrs. Wen said coldly: "Wenluo, do you know your mistake? You took Wendeng to Yangzhou without authorization, and you did not have the responsibilities that your sister should have. You acted willfully and did not know the etiquette. You will lose all your face in the Duke of Eng-kuo’s Mansion! The person who came to teach me the family law and gave me thirty vine whips to show punishment!"

After Mrs. Wen finished speaking, she looked at Duke En again, and her voice softened a lot: "Duke, what do you think?"

Duke Eng looked at Wen Luo lightly and nodded lightly: "Try it, Wen Luo, do you have any objections?"

Wenluo knelt straight and looked straight into their eyes: "Wenluo can be dealt with."

"No..." Wen Deng struggled for a moment: "No, don't hit my sister, she will die if you whip thirty times. You can hit me, it's all my fault."

Mrs. Wen said indifferently: "Come here, I will punish you."

The man was punished by a strong man. He was holding a whip with barbs that were two fingers thick. The handle of the whip was shiny. This was a punishment that someone in the family would use when they made serious mistakes. The man would be unbearable if he whipped it down, let alone a woman as weak as Wenluo.

He looked at Mrs. Wen, and the cold light in her eyes stinged his eyes. He didn't understand. Wen Luo was her biological daughter, why could she take such a ruthless move?

The tail of the whip brought a gust of wind and hit Wen Luo's back hard. Blood bloomed, and a blood-colored red mark was printed on her back. Her lips were bitten and she didn't scream.

Went the Deng's eyes were bloody and his whole body was shaking violently: "Let me go, let me go!"

The servant controlled him so hard that he could only watch the blood under Wen Luo's body slowly gathering into a stream, slowly flowing at his feet.

"Father, mother, I know I'm wrong. I won't run away from now on. I'll listen to you and don't hit my sister."

Hearing the lights, the sound of the lights was filled with tremolo, and his eyes were brightly divided into red, as if tears rolled out in a blink of an eye.

Mrs. Wen curled her lips gently: "Deng'er, it's too late, she asked for it."

Fifteen whips, fifteen whips, and they fell into a pool of blood when they heard the collateral.

Wen Deng broke away their clamped hands like crazy and pounced on Wen Luo. The strong man with red eyes was not enough to stop his strength and hit Wen Deng with a whip.

It hurts, it hurts.

Wen Deng's hand holding Wen Luo tightened even more, as if she wanted to inlay her into her body and endure these sufferings for her.

He trembled with pain when he whipped, and he was beaten without saying a word when he heard the whip.

Wendeng buried his head on the hair of Wenluo's temples, and the tears quickly disappeared: "Sister, don't be afraid, I won't let them hit you again."

The strong man held up the whip and couldn't move forward and retreated. He looked at Mrs. Wen with help. Mrs. Wen let out a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to let someone pull the Wen lamp away, Duke Eng held down his hand. She looked at him in confusion: "Master..."

The Duke of Eng looked at Wendeng. It was so difficult for them to cultivate a ruthless heir to kill. They were all experienced people, so naturally they quickly understood Wendeng's emotions.

He is afraid that he will not only be siblings with Wenluo, but will become weak and incompetent if he has weaknesses. The Wen family needs an iron-blooded helm.

Duke Eng thought for a while before he said coldly: "Wen Deng, even if your sister made a mistake, she would not be an exaggeration to execute her on the spot for her father. I am willing to give you another chance because of the deep love between you brothers and sisters."

What else did Mrs. Wen want to say? When she saw Duke En's eyes, she shut up unwillingly.

Wen Deng then raised her head and looked at Duke Eng, saying that it was father and son, but their relationship was less indifferent than strangers. His voice was a little hoarse: "As long as you let Wenluo go, I can do anything."

Duke Enguo sighed slightly: "Your sister is already seventeen. Your mother has found a good family for her. She is the cousin of the Queen. She is not considered as a humiliating Miss Wen's identity."

Went the lamp's hand trembled. Meng Jiayi's cousin was named Meng Xuan. He grew up as a playboy. He also knew more or less about the people in this circle.

He was gentle and kind in front of outsiders, but in private he was a pervert. The woman who died in his hands could not count both hands. This was to send Wenluo to death.

He felt aching in his heart: "No... I can't marry my sister, I don't agree."

Mrs. Wen was completely angry: "Wen Deng! You have no right to decide your sister's marriage, she must marry."

Wen's eyes seemed to be soaked ink, so dark that it made people feel trembling. He looked at Mrs. Wen, without a trace of warmth in his eyes, only hatred: "Marry her, I will die."

"You bastard!" Mrs. Wen blushed with anger.

The Duke Enguo raised his hand and sighed: "If your sister voluntarily marry, if you hear the lamp, you will naturally follow her opinions as a father. She is willing to marry her, and only if she is a father."

Wen Deng then breathed a sigh of relief, and he said firmly: "Sister won't want to."

The Duke of Enguo raised a smile on his thin face: "Is that so? When her injury is cured, I will ask her again for her father. I will not stop you from looking for your sister these days."

"Go down, I'm tired."

Mrs. Wen pushed Duke En's wheelchair away. Wen Deng's tense body relaxed. His hands were sticky. He took a deep breath and left step by step with Wenluo in his arms.

Fifteen whips, he wrote them down.

His eyes flashed over these people, and he wanted to return Wenluo.

*

As soon as Xu Anan returned to the palace, he went to Ziwei Palace, and Cheng Huai also went to Yangxin Palace.

Fuling was crying when she saw Xu Anan. God knew that after she heard Xu Anan and the emperor fell off the cliff, she was so worried that she could not go to find her in person, but she could not leave the palace and could only pray to God every day to make her concubine safe. Fortunately, God heard her prayer and Xu Anan came back safely.

"Wuwuwu, Empress, I can't eat and sleep well during this period. I'm worried about you to death."

As soon as Fuling arrived, he threw himself into Xu Anan's arms. Xu Anan touched her head: "Okay, okay, am I back from Ping'an? Stop crying, it won't look good if my eyes are red."

It's time, who cares if it looks good? Fuling insisted on pulling her up and down to check it. She found that it was not damaged and it was a lot more round. She felt relieved.

"Empress, I have prepared your favorite pastry for you, come and try it."

Xu Anan was served comfortably when she came back, and the pressure in the Yangxin Palace was very low, and there was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.

The man had one eye blindfolded and was wearing a golden crane-patterned dress. He was not angry and powerful. He was Cheng Huaiye's master Bai Songhua, and the imperial master who was more than ten thousand people in Daqi.

He had been sitting in the Yangxin Hall for a long time. After seeing Cheng Huaiye, he said with a desolate voice: "Are you willing to come back?"

Cheng Huai also closed the door and walked to Song Baihua with a calm expression: "Master, why are you back?"

Bai Songhua looked at him and laughed: "Huai Ye, you are a good seedling that the master likes. If the master doesn't come back, this seedling will be almost ruined. Huai Ye, the master has high hopes for you. Will you let your master down?"

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