I, the queen and the father, start with a deer as a horse

Chapter 79
"Yes! Your lord!"

The two guards were holding whips, with vicious expressions on their faces, they whipped them down fiercely!
Snapped!
The whip hit Du Chen'an's back, and there was a bang!
"what!"

A mournful howl spread throughout the official office.

The rest of the officials of the official department were startled when they heard the wailing, they all lowered their heads and covered their ears.

Obviously, they also knew what happened in the main hall.

Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
The whip hit Du Chen'an's back, splashing blood foam, leaving behind horrible marks.

Miserable wailing resounded through the Yamen.

Not for a while.

Du Chen'an was on the verge of death, his breath was like a gossamer.

He waved his hands vigorously, and said with a weak breath:
"Stop hitting, stop hitting"

Snapped!
A guard whipped him hard again.

With an ouch, Du Chen'an lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

The two guards looked at each other.

One person hesitated and said, "It should just be dizzy, right?"

Another person said anxiously: "Look quickly! Don't beat him to death!"

The two rushed forward, stretched out a finger, and placed it in front of Du Chen'an's nose.

"There is still breath, not dead!"

Both of them had expressions of excitement on their faces.

"Quick! Wrap the thorns and send them to the Xiangguo Mansion! Don't wake up on the way!"

The two hurriedly wrapped the thorns around Du Chen'an's body, carried them away.

On the road.

When countless people saw this scene, they all showed horror and pointed.

"It's all beaten like this, and I still don't let it go, and I still have to get entangled with thorns. What a hatred, what a resentment!"

"At the feet of the Son of Heaven, in broad daylight, the world is bright and clear. It is too rampant to bully an old man like this!"

"Insane! It's simply insane!"

The two guards pretended not to hear, and carried Du Chen'an to Xiangguo's mansion.

After half an hour.

The two put the fainted Du Chenan on the ground and knocked on the door.

After a while.

The door opened slowly.

Old Zhang, the concierge, asked, "What's the matter?"

The guard cupped his hands and said: "Please tell me, my lord is asking to see the Prime Minister!"

"Who is your adult?"

Lao Zhang asked.

The guard said: "Du Chen'an, Minister of the Ministry of Officials."

"Master Du?"

Lao Zhang obviously also knew this Fang Party's number two figure, the official of the Ministry of Officials.

The guard said: "Exactly!"

Lao Zhang glanced back and asked doubtfully, "Where is Lord Du? Why didn't you see him?"

The guard stretched his finger behind him and said, "It's there."

Lao Zhang looked in the direction of his finger, and saw Du Chen'an, who had fainted to the ground, covered with bruises and thorny thorns.

Startled in my heart, with a look of horror on my face, I rushed up and called out:

"Master Du! What's wrong with you! What kind of audacious dog dares to beat you like this!"

When the two guards heard this, they looked at each other, feeling a little embarrassed.

Lao Zhang stretched out his hand and put it in Du Chen'an's nasal cavity. After finding that he was still breathing, he breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the guard, and asked, "Master Du, what's wrong?"

The guard hesitated for a moment, and replied: "It's complicated, please tell the Prime Minister, just say that my lord has come to plead guilty."

Blame Jing?

Lao Zhang was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously looked at Du Chen'an who was lying on the ground, a big question mark appeared on his face.

Pleading guilty is not just a formality.

How can I make myself half dead?

Otherwise, they can achieve the position of a heavenly official.

Just ruthless!
"Understood, I'll go in and report, and you two will help Master Du to the eaves."

"It's noon, don't burn people to death."

After the concierge finished speaking, he hurriedly turned around and entered the mansion, fearing a delay, Du Chenan died in front of the door.

When the two guards heard this, they were slightly taken aback, and subconsciously looked at Du Chen'an on the ground.

really!

His face was red from the sun!

The two hurriedly carried him to a cool place.

in the courtyard.

Fang Xiu held a piece of paper and wrote something with a pen.

I just wrote the words Dagan Monthly.

There was a rush of footsteps outside.

"Master, Master Du is here!"

Fang Xiu put down his pen and said calmly:
"Let him kneel at the door."

See the concierge did not respond.

Fang Xiu turned to look at him, frowning slightly.

"Why don't you speak?"

The concierge said with a troubled expression: "Master, I'm afraid Master Du can't do it."

Fang Xiu snorted coldly, and said, "What? Did you make him kneel down and wronged him?"

"Small doesn't mean that."

The concierge hurriedly explained.

"Master Du is wrapped in thorns, lying at the door, life and death are uncertain, the little one yelled a few times, but he didn't respond, that's why the little one said that."

Fang Xiu was taken aback, and asked, "Who hit it?"

The concierge said, "It looks like I did it myself."

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The corner of Fang Xiu's mouth twitched, his tone eased, and he said, "Bring him in!"

"Yes, sir!"

The porter turned and left.

After a while.

Several guards carried Du Chen'an, who had passed out, into the mansion.

Fang Xiu took a closer look.

The bloodstains from the whip were as dense as fish scales.

The blooming flesh and blood, wrapped in thorns, looked extremely terrifying!
I can't find a good spot all over my body!

To see this misery.

Even Fang Xiu, who was used to seeing strong winds and waves, couldn't help but gasp at this moment.

"Enough!"

have to say.

Du Chen'an's bitter plan is just right!
Even though Fang Xiu had great resentment, seeing this scene, he couldn't help but soften a little.

Count the days.

Du Chen'an has been with him for seven or eight years, and he has always been conscientious, never causing trouble, and not afraid of trouble.

Although last time, when Qin Xingyan was impeached, he did not stand up to support him.

But that was also based on the fact that he thought Fang Xiu wouldn't be able to wake up.

Fang Xiu arrived behind the court hall.

Whether he was referring to a deer as a horse or asking to kill a grain merchant, he always stood by Fang Xiu's side.

Although it is to protect their own interests, their attitude is firm.

Unlike Zhang Shuo, who waits for grass on the wall, he will follow the wind.

Think of this.

Fang Xiu sighed in his heart, and ordered: "Remove the thorns from Mr. Du's body, pour a pot of warm water, help him to the bed, and clean the wound well."

"When he wakes up, tell the truth."

"Yes, sir!"

Several guards carried the fainted Du Chen'an and retreated.

Fang Xiu thought for a while, then took out the gold medal given to him by the little empress from his bosom, handed it to the porter, and ordered:

"Take this gold medal and call the imperial doctor to show Mrs. Du a good look."

"Okay, sir."

The concierge stretched out his hands, carefully caught the gold medal, saluted, turned and left.

Fang Xiu looked at his back, shook his head, and sighed.

He turned his head and continued to write his own Dagan monthly magazine.

After half an hour.

Fang Xiu put down his pen, looked at the areas drawn on the paper, and showed a satisfied smile on his face.

I was about to tell Daji to find some interesting content and fill in the boxes.

Suddenly there was a miserable howl outside the courtyard.

"Fang Xiang, the crime of being an official is ten thousand deaths!"

(End of this chapter)