Your Majesty, the National Teacher is in a bad mood today

Ye Tang got up helplessly to get the medicine.

Just as he was about to take the medicine, Han Jin suddenly said irritablely again: "Wait a minute."

Ye Tang stopped his movements when he heard the words, but remained silent, and did not look at Han Jin.

"Wash off Mo Yuyuan's medicine first." Han Jin's tone sounded irresistible.

After finishing speaking, Han Jin stepped forward and grabbed Ye Tang's hand and dragged him to the yard.

There was a well in the yard, so Han Jin dragged Ye Tang to the side of the well, pressed Ye Tang's head and vigorously washed his neck with water.

Ye Tang didn't resist, and just obeyed Han Jin's movements, until his neck was rubbed red and Han Jin reluctantly stopped.

"Is it alright?" Ye Tang lightly squeezed the sore neck that had been bowing his head, and then said softly.

Han Jin looked at Ye Tang's skin that was almost broken, then lowered his head and kissed it lightly.

"It's alright, don't use his medicine anymore, or I'll just goug out your skin." Han Jin's voice was deep, still revealing deep displeasure.

Hearing this, Ye Tang just smiled lightly and didn't speak.

Han Jin didn't think too much about it, and then dragged Ye Tang back into the hall and began to help him apply the medicine.

While wiping away the ointment on Ye Tang's neck, Han Jin saw half of Ye Tang's red and swollen face again.

That was just beaten by him...

Han Jin pursed his lips hard, and then asked in a deep voice, "Can this medicine be used on your face?"

After waiting for a while without getting an answer, Han Jin looked towards Ye Tang, only to realize that Ye Tang was in a daze.

Han Jin couldn't help feeling annoyed.

"Ye Lingshuang!" Han Jin gritted his teeth and called out to Ye Tang.

Only then did Ye Tang come back to his senses, and turned to look at Han Jin in a daze: "Huh?"

"What were you thinking just now?" Han Jin asked in a deep voice.

Ye Tang stared at Han Jin for a long while, and suddenly said very seriously: "I was wondering if Your Majesty should consider adding some people to the harem, otherwise, how could I stand to torment the minister like this every time. "

At that moment, Han Jin's eyes suddenly became very terrifying, as if he had hidden countless sharp knives, wishing to cut Ye Tang into pieces.

"I can bear it, why can't you bear it, the national teacher is very easy to get along with in bed, neither crying nor making trouble, that's what I like." Han Jin stared at Ye Tang quietly with black eyes, and gritted his teeth.

Ye Tang just laughed mockingly when he heard the words, and didn't say anything else.

Although Han Jin seemed calm, Ye Tang knew he was angry.

At this time, Han Jin suddenly stood up from the stool, and kicked the stool over angrily: "The national teacher's words are very interesting, I have given you countless opportunities to beg for mercy, and you don't want it yourself! "

After finishing speaking, Han Jin didn't wait for Ye Tang to say anything, when suddenly another burst of anger surged up, and he directly overturned the table forcefully.

With a loud bang, the tea set on the table shattered to the ground.

Ye Tang's eyes were still calm, and he was not moved at all by the scene in front of him.

"Why do you ask me about my affairs! So what if I want to torture you! If you can't stand it, you have to let me suffer!" Han Jin was furious.

And Ye Tang also watched Han Jin's irritable behavior indifferently the whole time.

Han Jin couldn't help being even more angry, and simply grabbed Ye Tang's body: "Is it because I haven't taught you enough lessons to make you so unscrupulous! Ah?! Tell me!"

"Your Majesty, I just mentioned it like that..." Ye Tang sighed slowly and said with a headache.

"Don't even mention it!" Han Jin yelled angrily at Ye Tang.

Sure enough, Ye Tang stopped speaking.

But Han Jin became more and more angry, he couldn't see Ye Tang mentioning these things to him so calmly.

"If you don't give you some punishment, you won't be able to figure out your identity!" Han Jin's voice sank, uttering every single word.

Seeing that Ye Tang still didn't speak, the anger in Han Jin's chest finally reached its peak, and he directly pulled Ye Tang's wrist and left the Yanqing Palace.

Inside the dungeon.

At this moment, Ye Tang was kneeling in the center with his hands bound, and the person behind him was whipping a thick snakeskin whip on Ye Tang's back, leaving a shocking bloodstain.

Ye Tang gritted his teeth hard, the sweat on his forehead dripped down his chin and onto the ground.

Han Jin sat beside him and watched coldly.

"Today, you will either take the initiative to beg me for mercy, or you will die under this whip!" Han Jin said every word, every word seemed to use all his strength.

Ye Tang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he looked up at Han Jin without saying anything.

Han Jin clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth.

Then he looked at the man holding the whip: "Give me strength, or I will kill you first!"

The man was terrified all over, and hastily pumped Ye Tang's back with all his strength.

Ye Tang clenched her lower lip again, and gently closed her eyes.

The person behind him was about to whip another whip, but Han Jin stood up suddenly: "Wait a minute."

The man breathed a sigh of relief and stopped.

Then I saw Han Jin took a brush from the table beside him and walked towards Ye Tang, reached out and pinched his chin, and lifted his face up: "Open your mouth."

Ye Tang coughed twice in pain, then slowly opened his mouth.

Han Jin put the writing brush in Ye Tang's mouth horizontally and let him bite, then patted his face lightly.

"The national teacher's mouth said something wrong, this mouth should be punished, but this mouth is so beautiful, I don't want to hurt it, let other places suffer."

Ye Tang gently opened his eyes, and looked up at Han Jin.

Although Ye Tang bit his brush and couldn't speak, he could see a smile in Ye Tang's eyes, a provocative smile.

Han Jin couldn't help being even more angry.

"Go on, hit me hard!" Han Jin said in a deep voice to the person behind him.

The man didn't dare to delay, he quickly picked up the snakeskin whip again, and continued to whip Ye Tang's back repeatedly.

In the end, Ye Tang's back was already covered in blood and flesh, but he still stubbornly remained silent.

Han Jin's eyes turned cold little by little.

"Stop." Han Jin raised his hand to stop the whipman, and then stared at Ye Tang for a while.

After waiting for a while, Ye Tang still didn't speak, and Han Jin clenched his fists little by little.

"Spray some salt on his back, and then continue beating." Han Jin refused to admit defeat, and continued to order aloud.

He couldn't believe that he couldn't get Ye Tang to beg him today.

Coarse grains of salt smeared on Ye Tang's scarred back. Ye Tang's forehead was dripping with sweat, and his eye sockets were also a little red.

But he still didn't speak, not even resisted.

Han Jin felt depressed for a while, and suddenly he didn't know why Ye Tang insisted on competing with him so much.