On our wedding night, he personally sent me to the Regent's bed

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth unconsciously, and he wanted to hear the compliment from Wan Yan again.

Mu Wanyan silently walked to the torture bench and lay down, with a resentful look in her eyes.

Everyone knows that she was saving people, but she was still punished with twenty military sticks?

"If you don't help them, you'll kill someone."

He: "They made a mistake and they deserve to be punished. Gentlemen, don't be soft-hearted!"

She: "They don't know martial arts. After fifty blows of the military stick, they will definitely lose their souls. By then, the soldiers in your army will definitely be sad..."

Di Xiuyan smiled gently, and his tall body squatted down naturally.

He leaned his head closer to her, "But I am not sad."

Mu Wanyan: "Women are weak, can't you be nicer to me?"

Di Xiuyan: "If you were a woman..."

Mu Wanyan: “…”

She moved aside in disgust. Di Xiuyan's look was a little scary since she was still a man.

With an expression that made her want to cry but could not, she said, "Your Majesty, I am a man, thank you."

Di Xiuyan looked at Mu Wanyan's coquettish appearance and disdainful eyes, and felt inexplicably relieved.

Wan Yan's obedient appearance as he lay on the punishment bench and waited for punishment looked especially like a smooth-coated dog he raised in his childhood - Kuang Feng.

Kuangfeng accompanied him almost throughout his childhood, riding and hunting with him, and went through the difficult but fulfilling time of cultivating martial arts to the maximum level together.

But later on, Kuangfeng died of old age, and Di Xiuyan never kept a dog again.

He particularly liked this smooth-haired dog, and he liked the fact that it was very fierce to others but very well-behaved to him.

Looks very much like Wan Yan.

His big hand unconsciously stroked Mu Wanyan's graceful back, and there was a hint of doting in his eyes.

Mu Wanyan shuddered, "Prince...Prince, please don't be like this, I...I am a man."

A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated. No matter what, she can't be ambiguous with him as a man, right? Is Di Xiuyan crazy?

Di Xiuyan smiled gently, "Don't worry, I'm not into homosexuality."

"It's just that when I see you, I will think of an old friend of mine."

Mu Wanyan: "Really?"

Di Xiuyan nodded, "We have a very good relationship."

Mu Wanyan's beautiful peach blossom eyes lit up when she heard this, and she carefully asked the ancestor: "Does that mean that you... you also consider me a friend?"

Could it be that I am getting closer to a friend in his heart?

Di Xiuyan: "I can treat you as that friend!"

Mu Wanyan suppressed her excitement, covered her chest and said, "Oh my God, what's his name?"

Di Xiuyan: "Wild wind."

Wanyan: "What a domineering name, I like it."

Di Xiuyan touched her hair again, "Well, you look a lot like it."

Mu Wanyan was so happy that her beautiful eyes curved into a crescent shape.

She said modestly: "I...I...how dare I compare myself with the prince's friends?"

Di Xiuyan patted his shoulder gently, his thin lips curled up.

"You...deserve it!"

……

The two soldiers carrying out the execution saw that the time was almost up, but their prince was still squatting beside the prisoner, talking and laughing, and exchanging glances.

For a moment, I didn't know whether to hit him with the military stick or not.

They raised their military sticks and looked at Di Xiuyan cautiously: "My Lord, the time is almost up. Do you still want to fight with these twenty military sticks?"

How come you can’t get up after squatting?

The stick has no eyes, so don't accidentally hurt your ancestors.

As soon as she finished speaking, Mu Wanyan also looked at Di Xiuyan with anticipation.

Since you treat her as an old friend, could you please show some mercy and spare her the punishment?

Di Xiuyan gave her a reassuring look, then said to the two soldiers, "Fight them gently."

Mu Wanyan: “…”

What a sin! All the men in Dafeng have ups and downs. Are there no normal people among them?

Di Xiuyan saw all of Mu Wanyan's expressions and called Chi Yan over.

"Chiyan, you come and fight."

Chi Yan: "Yes, Master."

He is usually nervous and stressed, and he likes to beat people to relieve stress.

As Chi Yan spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and took over the soldiers' batons.

"Brother Wan Yan, I'm sorry."

Just as it was about to begin, Di Xiuyan's unhurried voice rang out:

"Wan Yan will make the pill tomorrow, you can decide how much strength you want."

Chi Yan: "..."

"Master...Master, should I fight or not?"

Di Xiuyan: "Military orders cannot be violated, what do you think?"

Therefore, the Chiyan deputy general, who had the seventh level of skill, put all his internal strength into it and used all his strength to raise each stick high up and then drop it gently.

It also had to be so unnoticeable to outsiders that it looked heavy and made noise, but in fact it didn't even touch Mu Wanyan's body.

After being hit twelve or thirteen times, he could no longer exert any strength.

I was so tired that I was sweating all over, and my hands felt as heavy as if they were tied to several mountains.

"Your Majesty, I really can't fight anymore."

Di Xiuyan: "You usually enjoy beating people up, but today I will give you enough opportunities."

Chi Yan: "Master, I'm really too tired. How about I take the remaining few blows for Brother Wan Yan?"

Di Xiuyan: "It's against the rules."

Chi Yan: “…Yes!”

After all the beatings with the military sticks were over, Mu Wanyan felt almost nothing, but Chi Yan was like a tired old ox, sitting on a stool and gasping for air.

"I will never hit anyone again. I...never hit anyone again!"

-

On the other hand, after swallowing several large raw centipedes, Juxiang and Qing'er returned to the entertainment camp and reviewed what had happened today while vomiting.

They blamed themselves for being too reckless and underestimating the enemy, and at the same time they were puzzled as to why 'Wan Yan' helped them.

"Sister Juxiang, why did Erjiazi plead for us?"

Qing'er handed Juxiang a cup of mouthwash and said, "It is said that the deputy general Chiyan personally held the stick and beat him until he was sweating and panting."

"You can imagine how much suffering that Er Kezi has endured for us. I really can't comprehend it."

Juxiang took the mouthwash and vomited for a long time before scolding Qing'er:

"People should be grateful. Wanyan saved our lives, but he still yelled 'Er Jia Zi, Er Jia Zi'. That's outrageous."

Qing'er slapped his mouth and asked, "Why did he do that?"

Juxiang's fox eyes turned, "He is not a relative, nor a saint or a sage, so there is only one reason."

Qing'er: "What is it?"

Juxiang: "That Erjianzi must have taken a fancy to you and would not want to let you die."

Juxiang was proud of her beauty and usually only flattered herself. But today, Wanyan was too cruel to her, so it was impossible for him to be interested in her.

After much thought, I decided to fall in love with Qing'er.

Qing'er is young, fair-skinned, and has a clear voice like a kingfisher. Which man wouldn't like her?

Qing'er: "Impossible?"

Although she refused, her face was already flushed.

She has been a prostitute for so long, but no man is willing to take the beating for her.

Although Wan Yan looks frail and like a woman, her style of doing things is more domineering than any man.

A warm feeling rose in Qing'er's heart. He was handsome and skilled in martial arts, so he must be very good in all aspects.

Pretending to be shy, she said, "Sister Juxiang, but he looks real..."

Juxiang: "Silly, what's wrong with a boy who looks like a girl? Don't you notice that his waist is very thin?"

"Any man with a thin waist...tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, I think you're going to have a good time in the future."

-

So, Qing'er, who was overly excited, prepared some food, embroidered a big red mandarin duck sachet, and swaggered back to the military medical camp.