The emperor's plan: to rule the world

Chapter 1222 Penalty
Besides, she really didn't have such a thing as fear. If so, why did she do such a thing that was hidden away?
Just as Gu Qingyi was thinking this way, he heard the guards outside report: "Your Majesty, the Qinglong King has ordered to meet you, Your Majesty, please make a decision."

Gu Qingyi supported his forehead with another hand, his eyes fell on the memorial in front of him, and he said casually: "First punish him with forty spine sticks, and then execute it outside the hall. After the beating, let him come to see me."

"Yes."

Si Zhuoyuan stood silently under the steps of the palace, his eyes fell on the bricks and stones under his feet, he heard the order from the guards, he looked up at the majestic palace in front of him, took off his outer robe without saying a word, and knelt down down.

A gentle and silent demeanor.

Soon, a guard came over with a staff, saw him kneeling here, and bowed to him: "His Royal Highness Qinglong King."

Si Zhuoyuan turned his head to look at them, and said lightly, "Let's do it."

"Yes."

Forty spine rods were actually a heavy punishment, and Si Zhuoyuan didn't feel too surprised. From the time he first wanted to protect Li Jin, he had thought about countless times what His Majesty would do with him when he found out.

But no matter how serious it is, His Majesty has no intention of taking his life now.

The court stick hit his back with a heavy wind sound, Si Zhuoyuan's expression didn't change at all, he just clenched his fists slightly, and his body was still kneeling straight.

However, this is just the beginning.

The heavy court stick fell on his body again and again, and the pain continued to accumulate. The moment the sound of piercing the eardrum was pierced, Si Zhuoyuan leaned forward slightly from the beating, but returned to a straight kneeling posture the next moment, but in just a moment, His entire back was already covered with scars, and the blue clothes were stained with blood, and a faint smell of blood permeated outside the hall.

Si Zhuoyuan's face paled visibly, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. His Royal Highness Qinglong King, who has always been pampered, is rarely punished like this.

During His Majesty Yudi's reign, he basically did not use the court staff a few times. After His Majesty ascended the throne, the number of times he used the court staff increased. However, among the princes, he was probably the only one.

At the end of the fight, Si Zhuoyuan's body was already on the verge of falling, and he barely stabilized his body by propping his hands on the ground. Big spots of sweat accumulated on the ground, forming a pool of small water stains.

The forty sticks were quickly finished, and Si Zhuoyuan remained kneeling for a long time without moving. His mind, which was stunned by the pain, gradually came to his senses after adapting to the pain. He raised his hand to wipe off the cold sweat on his forehead. Standing up slowly on the ground.

The palace man next to him knelt in front of him and offered his robe with both hands. Si Zhuoyuan took it, ignoring the injuries behind him, silently arranged his clothes, and then walked slowly up the steps.

The pain is really painful, and he can really bear it if he endures it.

After entering the imperial study, Si Zhuoyuan glanced up, and when he saw the girl who was reading the memorial with one hand resting on her forehead and a hand pen behind the book case, she knelt down on her knees: "Chen Si Zhuoyuan, see Your Majesty, I Long live the emperor, long live, long live!"

Hearing the sound, Gu Qingyi raised her eyes, waved away the palace servants in the palace, looked at him carefully, and after seeing his pale face, she smiled lightly: "If you don't ask the reason, you will be severely punished. Does Qinglong King have something in his heart? Complaints?"

Si Zhuoyuan bent over and kowtowed: "I dare not."

(End of this chapter)