"What does this mean? The three brothers are here together. Are you here to show off your power?" Zhao Fei looked at Wang Yan coldly in white clothes and kneeled in front of him. His head was thrust and his hair was a little messy. Is the wooden stick on his back showing off? Haha, there are really a few thorns. Zhao Fei sneered.
If it weren't for this idiot, who would have said that he would not have fallen to the point where he would not even dare to take a step forward today. This incident would have caused extremely serious damage to his princess' reputation. If he hadn't been concerned about his careful service to him for the past few years, he would have been loyal. She would have decisively cut off his tongue and fed the dog.
But death penalty is avoided, and living crime cannot be escaped. Today, no matter how you say it, you have to peel him off and let him have a better memory. Compared to the useless man who designed to frame the Guo family, she was kind to Wang Yan. She looked around the guards around her and said, "Tie Wang Yan to the pillar. Oh, take off his clothes, and since he has brought the thorns on his body, you don't have to take them off. Tie me tighter and use force."
In an instant, Wang Yan's face turned pale. The thorns on his back were pretending and were on his back. Because it was early spring, his clothes were not thin. Therefore, the thorns did not touch the skin. However, if he took off his clothes and tied them to the pillars together with the thorns, it would be very painful. Although he had the strength of a middle-level martial artist, since he was punished, he dared not use fighting spirit to protect his body.
But he had to be punished with such a flattery, and Wang Yan felt desolate and frightened in his eyes. No one expected that the energetic third son of the Wang family would become like this in one day. At this moment, his hatred for the man in the hat reached the extreme. He wanted to cut him into pieces.
Wang Yan did not dare to resist, his face full of begging.
Wang Zhuoyue around him did not stop the guards. He clasped his fists and bowed to Zhao Fei: "Princess, please calm down. My third brother has always been loyal to the princess. He was straightforward about what happened yesterday. I apologized to the princess on his behalf."
Wang Zhuoyue is twenty-eight today, nine years older than Zhao Fei. When Zhao Fei was still very young, Wang Zhuoyue approached her at the instructor of Wang Yun, saying that it was to protect the princess. In fact, he hoped that when Zhao Fei's personality was not yet sound and he was least wary of others, he would leave some good impressions on her. Perhaps it was planned that the twenty-eight-year-old Wang Zhuoyue is still unmarried, and he is not showing off, and no one knows his true strength.
Wang Yun’s plan was very successful. Nowadays, there are not many people who can buy it with respect, but Wang Zhuoyue is one of them.
"Wang Zhuoyue, I accept your apology. But your brother made an unforgivable mistake. Today I will not let him go back without any harm. Don't worry, since you have spoken, I will show mercy." Wang Yan was already tied to the pillar. The thorns were embedded in the muscles on his back, making him grinning.
Zhao Fei took a few steps and found that the whip could just suck Wang Yan, who was naked with his upper body exposed, and a crisp sound of swaying his hand. Wang Yan had a bright red mark on his chest. Suddenly, the latter screamed "Ah!"
Wang Zhuoyue smiled bitterly. He was not in a hurry to see his younger brother being abused. Zhao Fei was angry and it was impossible to take Wang Yan away if she didn't let her vent her. All he could do was try to make Wang Yan suffer less.
He whipped ten consecutive whips. Wang Yan screamed, and his skin had already been whipped and cracked. The pain of the thorns thorns thorn into the muscles made him sweat. Wang Yan begged for mercy in his hair, "Princess, let me go. I was wrong, I never dared to do it again."
It would be fine if Wang Yan was like a dead man who silently endured the whip. The more he begged for mercy, Zhao Fei was angry. The more he tried, the heavier he was. Even the fighting spirit was used. He whipped two consecutive whips and thrust Wang Yan on the face. Two "slap" sounds left, leaving a big fork on his face.
He cursed a fool in secret. Wang Zhuoyue did not stop it. After tugging for more than ten consecutive times, Wang Yan's chest was as terrible as a knife cut. Wang Zhi was so scared that he didn't dare to say a word. Last night, only he knew that he almost called out at that time.
Finally, I held back. Thinking that I was almost tied to the pillar and was whipped, I was scared. At this time, Wang Zhuoyue finally spoke. "Princess, I came here today to apologize to my third brother. The main thing is to offer you a plan to suppress those rumors and not anger Your Majesty."
"Oh?" After hearing Wang Zhuoyue's words, Zhao Fei stopped. The reason why she was annoyed was that she was masculine in her hat. On the other hand, it was the follow-up of the incident, which made her upset. The rumors would sooner or later reach the emperor. When this bride competition was approaching, wouldn't it embarrass her father to cause such a thing?
The father is an emperor who wants face. In order to maintain his dignity, he will definitely punish him severely. Therefore, when Wang Zhuoyue said that he could not anger his father, she immediately became energetic. She ignored Wang Yan, who was beaten to the ground and was beyond recognition, and handed the whip to the guards beside him and said, "What's the solution? Tell me quickly."
Wang Zhuoyue smiled bitterly and said, "But, I dare not say it. I am afraid that the princess will whip me a few times."
Zhao Fei frowned and said, "After saying that, am I a person who doesn't know the importance of it?"
Wang Zhuoyue thought to himself that it would be strange if you were. He shook his head, walked to Zhao Fei, lowered his head, and whispered a few words to her. Sure enough, he saw that the latter's face changed.
"You said you asked me to beg for that bitch?" Zhao Fei said with a calm face.
Wang Zhuoyue looked around and asked Zhao Fei to remove the guard before saying, "Princess, Concubine Shan is now favored by His Majesty. If she pleads for you, she will definitely be able to turn big things into small things at this time."
Zhao Fei said calmly: "Let me be a princess and ask for a vixen. I can't do it." The Concubine Shan who was called by the two was the red shirt sent by Chen Ping. The Red Shirt was only two years older than Zhao Fei, but because of his seniority, every time he met, the latter would respectfully call her the Concubine.
Zhao Fei always looked down upon such a woman who was born in grassroots and climbed upwards by climbing men. In her eyes, red shirts are just temporary gains. Maybe in a few years, a new woman will replace her. So, she was disdainful of the red shirts from the bottom of her heart. However, now Wang Zhuoyue actually suggested that she beg for this woman. How could she bear it as arrogant as she was?
In fact, after the red shirt came to the royal city, she was cautious. Before she got Zhao Kuo's favor, she was walking on thin ice. She showed kindness to Zhao Fei several times, but she was disappointed. Zhao Fei felt that now that she was in power, she would definitely hold a grudge. Maybe she would often give herself eye drops and wear small shoes in front of her father.
However, Concubine Shan had never done such a thing before when she returned from the maid who was placed beside her. On the contrary, she often said good things to Zhao Fei in front of the emperor. This made Zhao Fei difficult to understand. She felt that if it were her, she would definitely hate her.
Two years have passed, and Hongshi's scheming has become more and more profound. However, in front of others, she is a dignified, virtuous, kind-hearted concubine who is willing to think about others. People can't help but respect her and have a good impression of her.
Although Zhao Fei is only two years younger than the red shirt, in the latter's opinion, Zhao Fei is like a minor girl. There are millions of ways to make her suffer. But if you hate someone, you need to show it on your face all the time, fearing that the other party doesn't know, right?
Either you don’t move anything and let the other party continue to relax your vigilance. Or you can directly penetrate the other party into the abyss, so that he will not have the chance to turn over and bite him back. This is the real inner world of Concubine Shan. However, no one knows.
As time goes by, many people who offended her at the beginning will admire her later. They think she is a good person without grudges.
However, these people either accidentally broke the emperor's favorite antique, or accidentally poisoned the emperor's diet and were discovered. In short, they evaporated from the royal city one by one. They used a knife to kill people and framed them. She was perfect and could not miss it.
Wang Yun, who is sophisticated, once told Wang Zhuoyue that in the royal city, the person who cannot be offended the most is not Princess Zhao Fei or Emperor Zhao Kuo, but this approachable and whispering concubine. Wang Zhuoyue kept his father's words in mind. Therefore, when she mentioned her, Zhao Fei asked him to retreat to the guard next to him. Maybe there were ears in the wall.
Back to the point, Wang Zhuoyue didn't have to convince Zhao Fei to ask for a red shirt. He just wanted her to divert her attention and thus to make her younger brother suffer less. Seeing Wang Yan, who was exposed in the air, was covered in blood and his face turned into a pig's head, as the eldest brother, he couldn't bear it. Wang Zhuoyue said: "Princess, letting Your Majesty seal the order is the only way to eliminate the influence. The bride competition is imminent, so more outsiders cannot hear that the princess has something to do about last night. This is very unfavorable to you."
"Okay, I understand. Let me think about it." Zhao Fei was a little annoyed. She asked that bitch to speak for herself. She looked at Wang Yan, who was beaten into a miserable appearance and frowned, "Wang Yan, go back to your palace. I will get angry when I see you, don't come to see me again."
After hearing this sentence, Wang Yan was relieved. Just because he said two more words, he was almost beaten to death. Will he dare to come like such a terrible princess in the future?
Wang Zhi untied the rope and took off the thorns. However, many of the thorns had been broken and were deeply embedded in Wang Yan's body. The latter almost fainted. Seeing that his younger brother was scratched by a blade, he tried his best to endure it and prevent his anger from being emitted. "Three brother, hold it back. Let's talk about it later when he went back."
"Wang Zhuoyue, I know you are here to save your brother. I will give you a try for the bad idea. If it doesn't work, you will be the one who is lying here and being carried out horizontally." With a snorting, Zhao Fei turned around and left.