Zhao Chongyuan walked towards Zhao Zhe while holding his whip.

"You still know that I am your father?"

"Father, I..."

Zhao Zhe hurriedly defended

Aren’t you going to continue playing music and dancing?

Play music and dance."

As he spoke, he whipped Zhao Zhe again.

Seeing a whip coming, Zhao Zhe was shaking like chaff. He shivered and backed away, looking at Zhao Chongyuan with a begging look on his face: "Father, please listen to my explanation..."

While begging for mercy, Zhao Zhe couldn't help but look at Wang Lishi to help and beg for mercy.

However, Wang Lishi raised his head to look at the sky forty-five degrees, mistaking Zhao Zhe for nothing.

Seeing Wang Lishi not daring to intervene, Zhao Zhe's mouth twitched, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at Zhao Chongyuan: "Father, before you come, you can send someone to tell your son in advance. I will send someone to tell you."

Someone will pick you up."

Having said this, Zhao Zhe showed a sincere smile on his face.

Zhao Chongyuan also grinned, and then took the whip in his hand.

Snap!

He whipped Zhao Zhe directly.

The strong sound of breaking through the air instantly made Zhao Zhe's scalp numb, and he shouted out loud: "Dad, you are trying to murder your own son."

"Today I am going to murder you and beat you to death for being an unfilial son!"

Zhao Chongyuan cursed angrily and chased Zhao Zhe with his whip: "Why are you running? Didn't you say that you have been the grandson of the palace for eighteen years? You want to enjoy it. Come on, I will let you enjoy it."

!”

There was a snap.

After saying that, he whipped Zhao Zhe again.

"Dad, you really want to beat me to death."

Zhao Zhe screamed and ran as fast as Lao Gao, but his butt was still touched.

Suddenly, an endless sour and refreshing feeling came over me.

That face turned red immediately.

At the same time, a long-lasting memory suddenly surfaced.

That sour and refreshing feeling.

He hasn't experienced it in many years.

"You kid can hide, right?"

Zhao Chongyuan cursed loudly, chased after Zhao Zhe, picked up the whip and hit him again.

One of the two men ran away and the other fought.

Not long after, Zhao Chongyuan was out of breath from exhaustion.

After all, I'm not young anymore.

Zhao Zhe on the side finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and sat on the ground panting as well.

I felt so depressed inside.

Why did I suddenly come to Yanzhou?

And they fight each other as soon as they meet...

However, the next moment, Zhao Chongyuan was heard shouting to Wang Lishi: "Lishi, bring someone and tie up this traitor."

"No, dad, you are serious."

When he saw that Wang Lishi had already walked up with him, Zhao Zhe suddenly became anxious.

But Wang Lishi had already brought someone over.

"Manager Wang, I..."

Zhao Zhe quickly retreated.

Wang Lishi had a wry smile on his face: "Your Majesty, Prince Qi, please be honest and don't make things difficult for me. Once His Majesty calms down, you will be fine."

With a wave of his hand, several imperial guards beside him immediately walked up.

After three strokes, five divided by two, Zhao Zhe was tied up and hung up directly by Zhao Zhe.

"Aren't you a great kid?

I thought the construction of the fiefdom was good, so I gave it to me, right?

Still want to cheat me?

Are you the one who can cheat me if you say you can?

Are you still forcing me to swear a poisonous oath?

ah?

See what you can do.

Do you think I am stupid?

I’m using a fake name!”

Zhao Chongyuan was slapping Zhao Zhe and cursing at the same time.

But Zhao Zhe was confused when he heard this.

When had he deceived Zhao Chongyuan?

Still swearing poison?

Where can I put this?

He was completely confused.

Fortunately, Zhao Chongyuan didn't really kill him. The whip had already been replaced by the prince's feather duster, and the beatings were all on his buttocks.

But even so, Zhao Zhe was still beaten until he grinned.

Seeing Zhao Zhe's miserable appearance, Wang Lishi covered his mouth and almost laughed.

The master of Qing Dynasty took this opportunity to vent his anger.

Then Zhao Ding has nothing to do, so Zhao Zhe is the one taking it out?

Half a while passed.

Zhao Chongyuan sat on the ground panting, and the feather duster in his hand was beaten so hard that the hair almost fell out.

Zhao Zhe, who was hung on the beam, looked aggrieved, but he didn't dare to say a word and looked at his father with aggrieved eyes.

"What are you looking at? I'll beat you and you're still not convinced."

Zhao Chongyuan glared.

Zhao Zhe immediately shrank his head and turned his head to one side in embarrassment, not even daring to speak.

Seeing that Zhao Zhe stopped talking, Zhao Chongyuan cleared his throat and looked at Zhao Zhe and said, "I will give you three years. I don't want to see any more refugees in Daqian!"

"Ah, is this the case?"

Zhao Zhe looked at Zhao Chongyuan blankly.

"Hang me up! Bring me the riding crop!"

Seeing the confused look on Zhao Zhe's face, Zhao Chongyuan was so angry that he reached out and took the riding whip from the guard at the side.

Snap!

He whipped Zhao Zhe directly on his butt.

In an instant, the skin and flesh burst open.

Zhao Zhe's face turned red immediately.

He hurriedly shouted: "Father, please spare my life."

"Spare your life? Who spared the lives of those people?"

Zhao Chongyuan cursed angrily.

Snap!

The whip was struck again.

In an instant, two ferocious blood marks appeared on Zhao Zhe's buttocks, and his black python robe was torn apart by the beating.
To be continued...