I didn't expect you to be such a white moonlight

"Father?"

"Pull it off!"

The servants had no choice but to walk up to Ji Huaimo hesitantly, "Master, let's go." As he said that, he was about to go forward to pull Ji Huaimo's arm, but Ji Huaimo swung him away , "I'll go by myself."

After speaking, he stood up by himself and walked out first.After several people looked at each other in blank dismay, they also hurriedly followed.

Based on his impression, Ji Huaimo walked through the half-moon gates one after another, walked through one path after another, and arrived at the Ji family's ancestral hall accurately.

This is the other courtyard of Jibei Prince's Mansion in Luodu, so it's just a branch ancestral hall, the space is not big, and there is only one person's tablet enshrined there, that is Ji Yan's father, Ji Shao.

Ji Yan's mother died early, and his father raised him alone.When Ji Yan was eight years old, the war broke out, and the people were displaced instantly. His father took him to flee between states and counties, and hugged him many times to lie on the pile of dead people, and got things from the government. I left it to him if I didn't eat it, which made him survive.

So Ji Yan is very grateful and dependent on his father. He feels that his achievements today are all due to his father's upbringing and teaching.He secretly made up his mind that he must climb very high in the future, so that his father can have the best conditions to support his life.

Unfortunately, his father died of a plague before his great ambition could be realized.But because he didn't have the conditions at the time, he could only wrap him in a straw mat and bury him in a mass grave.

This has to be said to be a regret in his life.Therefore, when he stood in the ancestral hall, his heart was extremely sad.He ordered Ji Huaimo to kowtow three times to his grandfather first, and then go out to be tortured.

Hearing this, Ji Huaimo silently walked to the center and knelt down, but he did not kowtow, but put his hands together first, looked up reverently towards the direction of the memorial tablet, and told his grandfather his hopes and plans in his heart, he knew that his grandfather will understand.

Seeing this, Ji Yan was furious, "If you dare to bother your grandfather with these things, I will drive you out of the house! Drag you out!"

Ji Huaimo didn't resist this time, he stood up obediently with the strength of his servants, walked outside the door, lay down on the bench that had been prepared, and buried his head between his arms.Behind him stood two domestic servants, one on the left and one on the right, each holding a thick wooden stick that was one arm wide in their hands.

This kind of wooden stick will only leave purple bruises when hit on a person's body, but it will not make people bleed, and it is very easy to cause internal injuries.

Even Ji Huaimo, who had "experienced in hundreds of battles", couldn't help feeling terrified when he saw those two planks.

"Start!" With an order, the servants began to drop sticks on Ji Huaimo's body rhythmically in turn.

At the beginning, Ji Huaimo was still able to distract himself from counting the number of hits on his body for the servant, "One, two, three, four..."

But after twenty hard blows, his face turned pale, his teeth were clenched, and large beads of sweat dripped down his forehead hair to the ground.

Seeing this, the servants couldn't bear to do it again.But Ji Yan turned out to be cruel, waved his hand and said, "Continue."

"Old, sir..."

"Ji Huaimo, let me ask you, do you agree with what I said? Do you swear poisonous oath?"

"No, I don't agree...don't post..."

"beat!"

"Master! If this continues, something will happen! Young Master, he..."

"As the son of my Ji family, this is what a mere twenty army sticks look like. Ji Huaimo, it seems that I have indulged you too much. Continue to fight."