Murong Chun patiently listened to Mei Wenjin's words, and his teeth were itchy with anger. This Mei Wenjin didn't even want his life because of Jinyang's capriciousness!
Then he will fulfill him!
"My son-in-law, you dare to say that in front of me, it seems that you are ready to be punished?" Murong Chun asked him, but his tone was full of affirmation.
Mei Wenjin lowered his head and remained silent. Yes, he had indeed planned it. He could not speculate on the holy will, let alone plot against the court so clearly. He committed such a big taboo on purpose, just to let His plan can go ahead.
"My son is incompetent, and I can no longer share the worries of my father." Mei Wenjin thought for a long time, and replied in a low voice.
"Presumptuous!" Murong Chun smashed the teacup in his hand, his anger could no longer be suppressed, and Li Wen, who was standing guard outside the door, trembled in fright.
"Since you've made up your mind, then go to Dali Temple and be punished. No one will intercede! If you can still breathe, go back to your Zhuangyuan Mansion and think about it!" Murong Chun was so angry that he wished he could go up and kick him right now. Two feet!
"Thank you, father, for making things happen!" Mei Wenjin kowtowed respectfully, as if fulfilling a wish.
"Get out!" Murong Chun lashed out at him angrily, and Li Wen hurried in when he heard the voice.
"Your Majesty calm down!"
"Take someone to Dali Temple to supervise the execution!" Murong Chun looked at Li Wen and ordered. Li Wen didn't dare to ask any more questions. He heard the conversation between the two of them clearly outside the door. He had been serving the imperial court for so many years, and he didn't dare to provoke Murong Chun when he was furious.
Forget it, send someone to write a letter to the Empress later, maybe I can even plead with this stubborn son-in-law.
Mei Wenjin went to Dali Temple, and Song Yun had passed on Murong Chun's oral order to release Mu Huai. Just as Mei Wenjin was about to speak to Li Wen, Li Wen also understood what he meant, and said in a low voice, "If the son-in-law has something to do, let's do it first, this old slave is not in a hurry."
It's not that he's in no hurry, the palace man sent to inform him hasn't come back yet
Mei Wenjin and Mu Huai went out of Dali Temple together. Just as Mu Huai was about to thank him, he heard Mei Wenjin speak.
"I hope the general will fulfill my request to the general." Mei Wenjin walked aside and said in a low voice.
Mu Huai's steps were unsteady, and he looked back at him vigilantly: "My son-in-law, you"
"I'm no longer a son-in-law." Mu Huai saw a smile on Mei Wenjin's lips, and a feeling of uneasiness filled his heart. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Murong Nian approaching from a distance, and then Mei Wenjin endured it. A bitter voice sounded softly in his ear:
"Don't let Nian'er know." After speaking, he stopped in Mu Huai's disbelieving eyes.
He looked at Murong Nian, and remembered that in the past two years, he often watched her walking towards him like this. At that time, she didn't regard him as her husband, but it made him feel satisfied.
From now on, she will only go to her brother Mu Huai.
Mei Wenjin couldn't bear to look again, he was afraid that he couldn't help but go up to her and hold her in his arms again, so he turned and entered Dali Temple.
When Murong Nian came over, he still looked curiously at the back of him leaving in a hurry, and muttered: "Why did the son-in-law leave? I still have something to ask him."
"What's the matter?" Mu Huai looked at Murong Nian's full and smooth forehead, and asked gently.
Murong Nian shook his head: "Forget it, it's not something important, it's the same when you go back and ask."
Mu Huai seemed to think of something suddenly, and wanted to tell Murong Nian, but just as he was about to speak, he remembered the phrase "Don't tell her" that Mei Wenjin seemed to be referring to just now.
Mu Huai turned his head suddenly. He didn't know what was going on with Mei Wenjin. He didn't want Murong Nian to know, but he was ready to come and go!
"Brother Mu Huai!" Murong Nian called him several times before Mu Huai regained his composure.
"Brother Mu Huai, what are you looking at?" Murong Nian asked suspiciously.
"It's nothing." Mu Huai didn't know how to tell her.
"I've already had someone prepare a carriage, and I'll take you back to the Duke's mansion. Uncle Mu is also worried about you these days." As he spoke, Murong Nian wanted to pull up his sleeves, and when he was about to bump into him, he seemed to remember What, put your hand down again.
Mu Huai watched her movements and remembered that when she subconsciously went to find Mei Wenjin before, she grabbed him without any scruples.
After all, it was different. She didn't know how much she relied on Mei Wenjin, and she stubbornly stayed at two years ago, but it was because Mei Wenjin protected her so well, it was up to her temperament.
Mei Wenjin turned around and returned to Dali Temple, heMost of them will be judged as disloyal by the county magistrate, and will be punished with thirty boards, so the common people named it "Heli Jie".
And because after receiving these 30 boards, no matter how much affection remained between the two people, the affection was dispelled by this ruthless board, and after that the reconciliation took effect, and the two had nothing to do with each other since then, so they were called "" Cut off love".
The royal family's "precept against love" is naturally a hundred times stricter than that of the common people. It is only to deter the royal family and nobles from treating marriage as a trifling matter. Whipping, the whip can see blood.
?It is cruel to be able to go to the National People's Congress for half your life, but there is another nice saying, which means ninety-nine return to one, and start over.
Mei Wenjin is a scholar, how could he stand such a punishment? What's more, the torture instruments in Dali Temple are all specially made. The whips used in this whipping are made of air-dried cowhide, cut into thin strips, and each strip is engraved with dense barbs, and then one by one. They are intertwined and about as thick as a finger. After they are made, they are soaked in salt water for a long time, and then they are taken to the sun to dry.
The whip made in this way can tear the skin and flesh with just one lash, and the blood will stain the salt on the whip and then penetrate into the flesh. No one can stand such a punishment, let alone eighty-one lashes, twenty or thirty lashes It can kill people.
Murong Nian couldn't control her panic anymore, she even started to tremble, and finally arrived at Dali Temple, she got out of the car in a hurry, because she was so panicked that her legs were weak, she fell down when she got out of the car, she didn't care, she just supported Bi Tao Staggered to go inside.
As soon as he entered, he was stopped by two of Song Yun's subordinates. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com