Qinglian Snow Heavy

Although I was often beaten and punished when I was young, and the slap when I first entered the temple was deliberately humiliating, but I have never encountered a situation where people's clothes are removed like today. Qinglian was deeply ashamed of her fault and never protested, but Wang Li's actions made him feel deeply afraid. How is this different from a prostitute?The old things that were buried deep since childhood suddenly reminded, isn't this already common in Tongfeng Building?Why is there still such heartache, can you really not care about it at all?So what is it that my mother and I have been desperately sticking to!

Qinglian was firmly held down by someone. Although it was still for the emperor's wrath, Qinglian raised her gaze and looked straight at Jiarui without any concealment. Guilt, fear, trust, understanding, and pity... were intertwined. with too many emotions.Such clear and longing eyes made Jia Rui feel a sudden pain in his heart, and he raised his hand to cover the trembling in his eyes.

"That's it, drag it back, double it, hit a hundred again! Wu De, go upstairs and pick a musical instrument and come down. After the penalty is over, study its music skills. If it is not good, the Yuefu will not be sincere in its music training, and it will be the same crime!" Jia Rui He said in a deep voice, "If it's okay, let's leave it at that. Qin Zhengqing, do you understand?" Seeing Qin Zhengqing lowering his head, he sighed unconsciously. In fact, Jiarui has always admired him from the bottom of his heart. The upright spirit of this proud Leshou banquet throwing the piano really lived up to his name, hey, he is also a rare person who keeps his heart.

Seeing the begging Qinglian being dragged away by the guards, Jiarui now only hopes that the matter can really be uncovered like this, fortunately, he has known Qinglian's music skills before.Jia Rui's originally tense body leaned back on the seat again, and lowered his gaze. After all, the bamboo board is a frivolous thing, and a hundred of them shouldn't be too harmful.Thinking of this, Jia Rui couldn't help laughing at herself, thinking about what these things were, then Tong Qinglian should indeed be taught a lesson.Jiarui's thoughts were uncertain, and Wu De, who was beside him, was overjoyed, so he obeyed as if flying.

Qinglian was pushed down on the Changchun bench by the guards again, this time she was held firmly, her hair was scattered aside, a rough hand was directly pressed on Qinglian's neck, this time Qinglian was never It's hard to move.Qinglian's outer shirt had been torn apart, and the board in Wang Li's hand just fell on the thin silk.

Crack, crack, crack.Even though it was separated by a layer of cloth, the sound of the execution was still clear and loud. Wang Li dropped the board in a hurry at first, and skillfully waved the bamboo board in his hand from side to side, raised his hand above his head, and then raised the bamboo board with great strength. It fell, and the sound was especially harsh in this silent hall.

Qinglian's face was tightly attached to the solid wood stool, unable to move at all, she could only grit her teeth to resist the pain.Different from the sharp pain of her father's cane, although the wide plank fell quickly, it was still tolerable. Qinglian endured it silently, of course this was just the beginning.

Thirty boards passed in one breath, Wang Li seemed to be a little weak, so he stopped, supported the bamboo boards on the ground, and took a rest.It's okay to stop non-stop, but when she stopped, Qinglian suddenly felt a hot and tingling pain spread from her buttocks, and her whole body was stiff and swollen, and she could clearly feel the coolness of the silk when she was wearing obscene pants. .

Snapped!Without the slightest preparation, the pain hit unexpectedly, Qinglian's body twisted a little, and her teeth overflowed.At this time, Wang Li's plank fell slowly, one by one, and told Qinglian that every time the pain was superimposed infinitely, like tearing the skin, but he couldn't dodge it.

Even if it's just a bamboo board, I can make you miserable!Wang Li exerted strength in his hands, raised and lowered, almost landed on the same place every time, and there was enough time left for Qinglian to taste the pain.Wang Li lowered the board unhurriedly, even though Qinglian was always suppressing her pain, anyone could hear the victim's pain in that soft voice.

The loud report of the guards still rings in the ears, the pain is very painful but the mind is clear, it is destined that this torture cannot be escaped.The buttocks were stiff and swollen, the hot pain felt wet and cold on the surface, Qinglian could not tell the difference, the rest was pain, it was still pain, it was so boundless.

Chimimōryō

Wang Li looked at the white shirt that was slowly turning red under the bamboo board, and the corners of his mouth raised an imperceptible arc, but it was only seventy, if it wasn't for the cloth, it would have made you look oily, hum, Now it's cheap!

The bamboo plank in Wang Li's hands fell more and more slowly, but the bright red under the plank was dense. At first, it was just a few spots of blood, but with the merciless beating, it gradually spread into one piece. Even so, every time the bamboo plank was struck, The strength of the fall did not lose a point.

Now Qinglian can't do anything except tremble slightly, suppressed out of habit, she bites her lower lip tightly with her teeth, bloodstains from knocking out unconsciously, clutching her sleeves, knuckles slightly whitish.The hair covering his face was wet with tears, and it was uncomfortable to sting against his face, but it was nothing compared to the hand that was pressing on his neck like iron tongs.

Wang Li deliberately dropped the planks to one place, and Qinglian just endured the one hundred bamboo planks that seemed flimsy in Jia Rui's eyes. One piece of red.Of course, Jiarui didn't see them, and when the previously avoiding eyes fell back on Qinglian, Qinglian was already kneeling on the ground supported by Wang Li attentively, and the pain in the white and blood-red clothes was hidden behind her back.

Wang Li carefully placed the bamboo board on the Changchun bench, then knelt down and respectfully reported that he had successfully completed the task.Qinglian didn't know whether it was because of pain or shame, she knelt down on the ground, thanking her for her forgiveness, her previously lively voice became hoarse and powerless, and she fell into a deep silence after only one sentence.

"Tong Qinglian, get up, let me show you your music skills, be careful, if it is ruined, the Yuefu will be guilty of the same crime!" At this moment, the emperor's order made Qinglian dare not delay for a moment, standing up with pain and difficulty Come.Kneeling on the ground and not daring to move just now, now Qinglian quickly covered her skirt, parted her long hair that was scattered in front of her, and the unruly black strands hung down her temples.

Due to the struggle just before, Qinglian's cloth shoes fell into nowhere, and a sock was also torn off. She was dragged and knelt on the ground by Wang Li just now, but at this moment Qinglian stood up and realized With his disheveled appearance, he lowered his head in shame.

The long hair slipped from her ears, covering Qinglian's eyes looking at her teacher. She turned her head quietly and saw Mr. Qin's loving and caring gaze. Qinglian slightly raised the corners of her mouth and gave a comforting smile. It was so pale and weak.Although Qinglian was in pain, she was no longer lost in her heart, she was indeed not alone.

All the actions of Qinglian looking back were naturally captured in the eyes of the emperor sitting high. Jiarui felt a little unhappy. Seeing Qinglian standing in front of him intact, the first gaze he opened was actually on Qin Zhengqing. , what was the act of grabbing the corner of his clothes just now, and the flickering expression without hesitation, it was hard for me to worry that he would not be able to bear the beating just now, it seemed that I was really worrying!

"Tong Qinglian, do you hear me?" Jiarui didn't know why she was so angry, and her tone was obviously not kind.Qinglian withdrew her greedy gaze from Qin Zhengqing, and looked at Jiarui, only then did she understand why her husband's gaze was so anxious just now.Jia Rui sat on the seat with an angry expression on his face, and Wu De was standing beside him with an angry expression, holding a pipa in his hand.

lute!It is indeed a pipa, a musical instrument that is mostly despised by musicians who are in official positions. It should be said that such an instrument is mostly used by prostitutes in brothels to play music and business songs. Normally, no one would use it or learn it, let alone A son from a famous family, a music history recruited by the court Yuefu, Wu De took out his pipa, which was obviously an insult.

Wu De walked forward very proudly, and put the pipa in Qinglian's hands, provocative, contemptuous, and jealous expressions appeared in his eyes.Wu De walked onto the mysterious Lantai for the first time today. Such a place full of jewels and rooms full of joy is originally a forbidden place in the palace that was cherished by the previous king. How can you, Tong Qinglian, He De, live here and enjoy everything? !Now you are going to pay the price for occupying these things that do not belong to you!

Qinglian was holding the pipa in her hand, standing in the hall in a daze, her eyes were a little dazed, but also a little sad, she slowly turned her doubtful eyes to the high seated emperor, Jia Rui, do you really want me to play it?The begging gaze met the stern look of the king.If it was just now that Wu De picked a pipa for the first time, Jia Rui was still a little shaken in his heart, but the current emperor has no mercy at all.

Agreement

Qinglian stood in the hall with her pipa in her arms, just like this, quietly, barefooted, staring at Jiarui on the high seat, looking up at that awe-inspiring monarch, she couldn't believe her eyes, because she saw Such domineering eyes hide other emotions, but why are they so aggressive.Whether it's the heroic spirit of Shu Lang who invites you to have fun when meeting Xiaoxie, or the wild and carefree singing of pointing to the sky when dancing swords in the bamboo forest, Qinglian feels that there are many old shadows overlapping in front of her eyes, but she can't tell them apart.

Well, even if you hand me a pipa now, I will abide by the agreement and be happy for you, but.Qinglian's staring eyes slowly fell, and her left hand gently stroked the ice string, her mother's words from the past seemed to be in her ears, "Qinglian, promise me, if we can leave here in the future, then we will stop playing the pipa. I think your father will be heartbroken even if he sees it one more time." At that time, Qing Lian, who was still young, lay in her mother's arms and didn't know what it was with this deep attachment and sorrow.