Disobedience

Mo Jinghe didn't dare to close his eyes for the past two days, and he just took dry food for dinner, his hands were already worn out, and the original snow-white arrow feathers were stained with blood, but they still couldn't hit every shot.

He had never been so afraid of the ray of sunlight in the morning. He sat down on the twig with some abandonment. Only then did he feel a dull pain in his palm. He opened his hand to look at it. The gentle sunlight shone on the bloody palm, which contrasted The whole hand was dirty and hideous.

With the index finger of his right hand on the palm of his left hand, the three characters "Mu Dongchu" were written. It felt painful to stroke the wound, but he still stroked it.

When Mu Dongchu told him his name before, he drew it in the palm of his hand like this. He said his name was Mu Dongchu, and he could be called that when no one was around.

Mo Jinghe said to himself, he will go to the torture room after sitting for a while, he is not sure whether he can still live after a hundred lashes, at least he will be in a daze for a long time, let me think about him for a while, just for a while.

Mu Dongchu... what does he think of himself?spouse?If the lover didn't even give him a chance to explain, he would be sent here.thing?Obviously so thoughtful and considerate, or does he treat every male favorite like this?

Then what do you think of him?spouse?Lord?Or is it just a task to complete?

When I came to the door of the torture room, I heard a heart-piercing scream, and then sporadic begging for mercy, "Stop beating...it hurts" "Ah... please..." The voice had already changed due to screaming. Get hoarse.

Even though I hadn't been here before, I was still a little timid when I heard this movement, and my hands were shaking when I knocked on the door.

The black lacquered door rumbled open from the inside, and a man of medium build in his thirties came out, who seemed to be Mo Jinghe, who knew he was coming to torture and beckoned him in.

"Uncle Ji."

When Mo Jinghe raised his legs and stepped across the threshold, he couldn't move instinctively.But he didn't dare to look back, Gu Qingzhu had more terrible ways to evade the criminal law and punish him.

"The master asked me to receive a hundred whips."

His tone was also calm.

Uncle Ji poured him a glass of water and said, "Wait a minute, the one inside is still not well."

He also saw that he had a wound on his hand. This place is in charge of the punishment of disciples, and there is no shortage of wound medicine, so he took it and went to him.

Now that Mo Jinghe was so close, what he could hear was even more real. When the desperate roar passed through the eardrums, it made the eardrums vibrate, all the way to the heart, and the heart tightened suddenly.

Uncle Ji was bandaging him, his hands were cold and still trembling slightly.

He smiled and said, "I won't be afraid if you come twice more."

Mo Jinghe waited for him to bandage up, bowed to thank him, and was much calmer than when he first came in.

There was a sound of sweeping and sweeping inside, it must be that the disciple just finished.

"Come with me."

The torture room was much darker than the outer hall, and it took Mo Jinghe some time to see what it looked like inside. It was the same as the last time I came here. In a room in all directions, every torture instrument was neatly arranged according to its type. There is a common aisle directly opposite to the exit, and the ground is still a little wet, it should have just been cleaned and it has not had time to dry.

Uncle Ji told him before that the entrance door is called the door of death, and the door of exit is called the door of life.

"Kneeling, on the shelf or on the stomach?" Uncle Ji asked him in a tone of asking "Junshan Yinzhen, Lu'an Guapian, or Taiping Houkui?"

Mo Jinghe thought for a while, kneeling must not be able to survive to the end, and it would be uncomfortable to be out of breath lying on the stomach.

"Go on the shelves."

Uncle Ji responded and asked him to take off his coat, kneel facing the torture rack, and tied his arms to the rack with chains.

Mo Jinghe took a deep breath, and heard Uncle Ji say: "It's started." His voice was low and dark, and that voice was talking like a friend just now, but now it's a different person.

The whip tore through the air, made a brief whistling sound, and then slammed Mo Jinghe's back fiercely, cutting a long hole in the jacket, and a bright red bloodstain immediately appeared inside.

"Uh..." This hurt far more than he imagined.The whip was like a knife cutting through his skin, rushing directly on his pain-sensing nerves, burning with pain.

Laughing at myself, it seems that I can't get used to it.

The first blow was not slowed down, but the second time he pulled it up again, Mo Jinghe was a little stagnant because he resisted not to make a sound, his five fingers were tightly grasping the wooden frame, and his slender and full nails seemed to be growing As if digging in, the wound on the palm burst open due to force, and a few streaks of blood printed along the lines of the white cloth.

There were more than a dozen lashes like this, and he didn't realize that these few lashes felt a little unbearable. The fine cold sweat oozed out layer by layer on his forehead, flowing along his cheeks, the back of his neck and his back. It mixed with the blood and continued to flow down, and was scattered in all directions after being beaten.

The consciousness was a little fuzzy due to the pain over the head, and he woke up because of the sharp pain of "pa", and vaguely heard the number "45" and "46" of Uncle Ji in his ears... There was a piece of fire on his back, and the pain did not stay. On the surface, it looks more like it exploded in the muscles, and then layers and layers overlap, and it goes deep into the bones.

The lower lip that was bitten by him desperately, the skin was broken and blood dripped out, but he didn't feel the pain at all, and kept pushing upwards.

Just when he thought he was going to confess here today, Uncle Ji put him off the shelf, and without the chains, he collapsed to the ground.

Uncle Ji squatted down and sniffed his breath, although it was thin and long, there was no danger of his life at the moment.

Mo Jing calmed down for a while, and said, "Uncle Lao Ji." She forced her upper body up, but found that even this movement was very difficult, because of the pain in her back, she had already been exhausted from the previous scene.

"I'm ashamed to be called Uncle Ji by you. There's no one around now. I'll carry you back."

Mo Jinghe originally wanted to shirk it, but if it wasn't like this, according to the usual practice, he would have to wait for Gu Qingzhu to send someone to pick it up, and his appearance at the moment is really not good...

The sun is good today. The new disciples are striding in the yard. Gu Qingzhu is holding a handful of small stones and throwing them into the pole baskets they are carrying. A few of them just hit their knees, Ah Qi just stood up, but Ah San fell down again...

The shouts of "Oh yo" and the sound of falling in the yard were very lively, but the moment Uncle Ji came in with Mo Jinghe on his back, it suddenly became quiet, even the whistling wind stopped.

Ah Ba didn't know whether he didn't stand still or was frightened, so he fell to the ground all of a sudden.Everyone came back to their senses because of this movement, and sighed.

Although Uncle Ji gave him a simple treatment, he still looked embarrassed, his whole body was wet, and he couldn't tell whether it was cold sweat or blood. The wooden hairpin fell off during the torture, and his hair was messy. On his bloodless face, his eyes were no longer as clear as usual.

This person is Mo Jinghe?

When I first came here, I saw him being lazy, and the master never punished him; he was the only one who lived in the side room. Although it was not spacious, it was warm in winter, cool in summer and well lit, and it was the closest to the main house of the master; he only came half a year earlier. , but only he does not usually train together, and the master only competes with him; he will play chess with him in his spare time...

They thought he was different, that he was especially loved by the master.