The dark room was illuminated only by burning torches hanging on the four walls. As the flames dimmed, the room became increasingly cold and gloomy.

When he saw the room full of torture instruments, he immediately fainted. There were many kinds of torture instruments, such as bamboo boards and wattle sticks, which were used to hit people on the back or buttocks. The torture instruments were made of fine bamboo and were made of dozens of sticks.

It is made of golden silk bamboo about an inch wide and thick. The bamboo pieces are connected together by Tianshan snow silk. The bamboo pieces have no longer regained their original color, but are glowing with a dark color of black and red, and there is still faint blood floating on it.

I don't know how many people's blood this small pair of tools has sucked. Although the stick used for beating is just a wooden stick, I don't know how many people have fallen on this stick. There is also that pair of silver sticks.

The needle, a long and thin silver needle, is specially used to prick fingers. It is slowly inserted from the gap between the finger and nail. No one can bear the pain. The executioner is a middle-aged man in casual clothes.

.The man was about forty-five or six years old. His beard was neither long nor short, extending slightly to both sides, like a cursive "eight" character. There were a few wrinkles looming at the corners of his eyes, and there was a penetrating look in his eyes.

Shining with a cold light. This is an executioner specially trained by a wealthy family to punish domestic slaves who have made mistakes.

The boys on both sides asked: "Both of us have passed out. How about that?"

The executioner glanced at him and said, "Pour cold water on him to wake him up, and then he can be punished with the rod."

The boy carried two buckets of cold water and poured it on the two unconscious people. Then they slowly opened their eyes. When they saw the executioner, they knelt down and begged for mercy: "Let us go."

, we work for the lady."

"It's no use begging me, it's just the order given by the lady. Come here, push them down on the bench." After that, a boy held them up and fixed them on the bench so that they couldn't move. There were two sides on both sides.

Waiters standing in line.

The boys lined up on both sides shouted in unison: "Put down the stick!" At this time, a man walked out of the queue with a big bamboo stick and placed the stick on the buttocks of the two people. The stick made a strong sound and looked terrifying.

The executioner shouted: "Beat!" Then, the young man raised his stick high, shouted, and drew the stick down with a roar.

"Huh... bang..." The stick hit their buttocks, and the two of them felt numb. Their buttocks were pressed hard. The moment the big stick was raised, their legs felt like they were on fire, and they were in pain.

Pushing into my mind, I could only hear the pitiful cry of rocks cracking and mountains collapsing. It really made those who heard it cry and those who saw it were sad.

The boy used more force. After every five blows, the executioner would change to another person. Two people would line up with sticks in their hands, and they would take turns to come forward and use the sticks to execute the punishment. At first, the two of them were shouting for mercy, claiming that they were the wife and the wife.

The second young lady is not allowed to hit her when she is doing something. I don’t know from which stroke I started, but the old lady stopped shouting, fearing that she would faint again, but the little spirit was still humming.

After thirty canes, the legs were already bloody and bloody. From the waist to the crooks of the legs, there was not a single good piece of skin on either of them, and even the lightest part had a hideous gash. After the cane was finished, the boy held the two of them up.

The person dragged it outside the door, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground...I'm afraid it will take a while.

Wen Wan left leisurely while the two were being tortured. Only Myolie Zhang and Wen Qing were left in the room to suffer.

Mr. Wen loved to go to the theater. Every fifteenth day, the Wen family would put on a play to watch a play. This was the Wen family’s monthly pastime. The servants could also watch the show. Not long after, the Wen family invited

The troupe set up a stage in the courtyard to watch

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The Wen Mansion specially built this unique courtyard.

You can see beautiful trees and green trees, strange flowers blooming, and a clear stream flowing from the depths of the flowers and trees under the stone gaps. A few more steps, gradually heading to the north, it is flat and wide, with flying buildings on both sides, carved embroidered sills, all hidden

Between the trees in the mountain col. Looking down, you can see the green stream flowing with jade, stone steps piercing the clouds, white stones as railings, surrounding the pond, three stone bridges, and beasts holding vomit in their faces. In the courtyard, I can only feel the strange fragrance, which is strange.

The colder the grass is, the greener it becomes. It pulls the vines and makes them droop cutely. The strange grass and fairy vines go through the stone and wrap around the eaves, growing upward. There is an open space in the courtyard, which is specially used to build a stage.

Soon, the stage was set up. Taifu Wen led the family and took their seats. Taifu Wen sat at the main table, next to Myolie Zhang, and Wen Qing sat on the right side of Myolie Zhang. Wen Wan didn't want to come, but this is a must every month.

When the occasion came, I couldn't shirk it, so I sat down next to Tai Fu Wen under Zhi Ji's service.

The sound of drums suddenly sounded from the left and right sides of the stage, and the square was filled with cheers. It seemed that the play was about to begin.

After cheering for a while, everyone became quiet and stared at the stage.

On the stage, Taifu Wen's Kunqu opera "Ming Feng Ji" was already singing. Her melodious voice was probably more delicate than that of many women. On the stage, the female actor appeared in gorgeous makeup, with a flexible waist, as if she were a

A beautiful woman with a lively voice. Wen Wan couldn't understand even half of the songs she sang. But no matter how much she didn't like to listen, she had to sit upright and look serious. Compared with Wen Wan,

Wan pretended, but Wen Qing seemed to really listen with interest. Her beautiful eyes didn't even blink, and her ears almost stood up. Unexpectedly, the twins had completely different interests and hobbies.

Lao Mazi and Xiao Ling looked at Wen Qing and Zhang Xing'er who were overjoyed in the corner. Thinking about the sins they had suffered, their hearts became even more angry. Thinking that they had worked hard for them and ended up like this, they were so angry.

There is a play on the stage, and it is also a play off the stage. Wen Qing seems to be enjoying the opera, but her eyes glance at Wen Wan from time to time. Now that the emperor has terminated her engagement with that fool King Yun, for herself, it is

An opportunity. As long as Wen Wan disappears, or to say the least, even if Wen Wan is willing to withdraw from the fight with him, he can marry the prince. In Wen Qing's eyes, Wen Wan has always been a stupid person, and he is always submissive and unwilling.

What do you dare to fight with yourself? Although there are changes this time, it is probably because you have died once and been stimulated. As long as you show kindness to her and gain her trust, you are not afraid that Wen Wan will be fooled again. Wen Qing thought about it for a long time.

Make up your mind and pretend to be good.

One play on the stage has come to an end. In the second play, Mrs. Wen asked Myolie Zhang to order a play: "Madam, please order a play!"

Myolie Zhang loved Wen Qing, so she took the playbill, gave it to Wen Qing, and said, "Qing'er, order it, my mother would love to see it." Wen Qing smiled at Myolie Zhang.

Looking at this grand drama of family harmony, Wen Wan felt funny. She was really a loving mother and a filial daughter. "Sister Wan," Wen Qing walked around Myolie Zhang and asked Wen Wan, "What show does sister want to see? Let sister order first!"

Wen Wan was really surprised. What good could come from being so courteous for nothing? He chuckled softly: "Sister Qing'er, you better order it. After all, you won't have much chance to watch the theater in the future."

Wen Qing heard that there was something in this statement, but she didn't understand it and asked: "How come there aren't many? Sister

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Sister, don’t be polite and push me away, just order it!”

"It's not that I'm being polite, it's just that you, a hysteric, will enter Di Temple at any time! Di Temple has no chance to watch a play." The maids and servants on the side heard this and suppressed their laughter. Wen Wan saw the maids snickering and listened.

When I heard this, I became angry, but I still suppressed it and didn't show up.

"Why does sister Qing'er look so bad? Is she going to get sick again?" Wen Wan continued.

"Don't be too proud, you are so shameless! Be careful with me..." Wen Qing became angry and silenced when she saw Mrs. Wen present. Although her sister was not favored, how could her father tolerate the harm?

"What are you being careful about? Be careful if you throw me off the cliff again?" Wen Wan sneered. The volume was loud. All the maids present heard it and were a little surprised. They usually knew that the two sisters were at odds, but they didn't expect that the younger sister would be so vicious.

, harming my own sister.

"Thrown off the cliff?" Mr. Wen was puzzled.

"You're talking nonsense, don't spit on others with blood! Dad, my sister first wrongly accused me of having hysteria, and now she's found a reason to slander me!" Wen Qing started to argue.

"Slandering you? This is not my decision." Wen Wandao.

"Do you have any evidence? You can say whatever you want with just one mouth!" Wen Qing retorted.

"Stop arguing. It's not easy to watch the drama. Wan'er, you are the elder sister. Whenever you give in to your younger sister, don't make false claims without evidence." Taifu Wen stopped him.

"If you want evidence, there is really no evidence. If you want witnesses, there are actually two." Wen Wan pointed to the old lady and Xiao Ling in the corner, "Those two servants there know very well."

"Come here, you two." Mrs. Wen called the two of them over. "Tell me, what do you know?"

Before Lao Mazi and Xiao Ling could answer, Wen Qing said, "Dad, why do you take the words of these two slaves seriously?"

The old lady has some experience and knows that offending the master will lead to death. As a slave, you just have to accept your fate in any matter. When she heard this, she didn't dare to say anything. Xiaoling was young and couldn't hold back her anger. She was originally arrogant.

The domineering master worked hard for his life and was not treated like an adult. When something happened, he pushed himself out and suffered physical pain. When he heard this, he was furious. He raised his head and looked at Wen Qing with a fierce look in his eyes.

Determined to take revenge, he said to Taifu Wen: "Back to Taifu, Miss Wen Qing did harm Miss Wen Wan and threw Miss Wen Wan off the cliff."

"How did you know about this? Did you see it with your own eyes? If you saw it with your own eyes, why didn't you tell the truth earlier?" Taifu Wen asked.

"Taifu, I saw it with my own eyes. As a servant, I dare not offend Miss Wen Qing. If asked today, I must not risk my life to tell the truth." Xiaoling, the maid, actually involved herself in it.

Skim it clean.

Hearing this, Zhang Xing'er wanted to protect Wen Qing and said softly to Mrs. Wen: "Ms. sir, it's all my fault. This matter is all my fault." Mrs. Wen turned to look at Zhang Xing'er and became confused: "Why did Madam come out?

This statement?"

"That day, I punished Xiao Ling and my old lady because they were talking nonsense. I was afraid that Xiao Ling would hold a grudge and accuse Qing'er unjustly if she couldn't touch me. It's all my fault..." Zhang Xing'er pretended to wipe her tears and said

His aggrieved look was endearing and made Mr. Wen feel very distressed.
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