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You … took care of my son, and obviously let that Mo family disciple go without permission, but instead framed me as taking advantage of someone's situation. What intentions do you have?! " Pan asked Huan Huan, pointing at him as he listened to Huan Huan's adopted son comment on him in this way.

"General Pan, please calm your anger." Sima Kong, after hearing the details of his adopted son, immediately understood what had happened. As he soothed the Pan Party with his hand, he apologized to Huan Huan, "General, my adopted son is young and vigorous, and has always done things his own way. However, he is only an upright person and does not wish to take advantage of others. "Now that we have committed this crime, I can't teach you how to do it properly. I hope that the general will forgive this one time because of me."

When Huan Feng heard that Sima Kong was going to plead for the favor of his son, he put on a difficult front and said, "Great Sima, it's not that I, Huan Huan, am not willing to give you face, but that we, the Qin, have always governed the three armies with strict discipline and discipline. Now that this young general has committed a crime, if I don't comply with the military law, I'm afraid that the hearts of the three armies will waver." Huan Feng had been humiliated by his foster son several times before at the reunion banquet, and now that he had gotten such a good opportunity, how could he be willing to let Huan Feng off so easily?

"This …" When Sima Kong heard Huan Feng's words, he was unwilling to give up. Thus, he could only take a step back and bow his head while saying, "Alright, then I'll have to ask Great General to step down."

"According to the little general's current crime of being a traitor, I should be beheaded according to the rules. This general knows that you are the first one to commit the crime, so I'm doing you an extralegal favor. I'll caned a hundred military sticks to teach you a lesson." As Huan Huan spoke, he intentionally spoke in a soft tone, as if he was trying to adorn his heart of tolerance.

"General, even if we don't die, we'll be crippled. General, I hope you can forgive me and let me live." When Sima Kong heard that he was going to be caned a hundred times, he couldn't bear to do so and so he begged Huan Feng for mercy.

"Great Sima, I'm afraid that things won't be good if you continue like this. This general forgives his death sentence of beheading everyone and turns it into a staff punishment, which is already an extrajudicial mercy. You're still saying that I didn't let him go, then how do you expect me to explain this to the generals?" When Huan Feng saw that Sima Kong was still not satisfied, he became serious and asked him in a low voice.

"Sir, you don't have to turn your head and plead with them for the sake of raising your son. Isn't it just a hundred military sticks? "The foster son deserves to do all the work by himself, and is willing to be caned by this staff!" Seeing Huan Huan being so harsh on Sima Kong's words, the servant couldn't bear to watch any longer. As he spoke to Sima Kong, he unbuckled his belt, took off his armor, and prepared to be punished.

"The foster son — —" Sima Kong originally wanted to stop the impulse to raise the foster son again, but he heard Huan Feng by his side shout out loudly, "Good! The little general acted in a straightforward manner, daring to take responsibility for his actions. Someone come, give us a hundred staves! "

"Yes!" As soon as he finished speaking, one of his men responded to his order. Two men came up, grabbed the shoulders of the servant and dragged him off to be executed.

"Pah!" Pow! "Pa!" The sound of a military baton hitting the skin and flesh on the back of his son echoed inside and outside of the military camp. The sound of a military baton hitting the skin and flesh on the back of his son's body resounded inside and outside of the military camp.

When the foster son was brought back under Sima Kong's tent, he was already on the verge of death, his flesh torn apart. Fortunately, he had been a martial artist when he was young, and his physique was stronger than others. Thus, he was able to survive the onslaught of one hundred military staff. Si Kong hurriedly got his servant to carry the servant up to his own bed and personally took out a Gold Sore Medicine to apply to his wounds.

Sigh, foster-child, you have such a straightforward character, yet you are unwilling to lower your head. Although this old man admires your courage, and also your righteous nature, in the government, if you are unwilling to break off the body of a man, you will still end up at a disadvantage. As Sima Kong applied the medicine for his son to raise, he persuaded his son with a pained heart.

"Large... "Lord, my father taught me how to behave properly since I was young. He couldn't stand the despicable and despicable ways of the Pan party, so he took the initiative to let the head disciple of the Mo family leave." After receiving more than a hundred military staffs, Liu Shisui found it difficult to speak, but he still said unhappily, "Sire, Huan Shoudao's subordinates are all treacherous and vile people …"

"Alright, I'll take care of you. You take care of your wounds. There's no need to talk about anything else, just be careful of the wall." Before the foster son could finish his words, Sima Kong immediately interrupted him and told him in an extremely cautious manner.

Seeing Sima Kong's serious expression, the servant had no choice but to keep his mouth shut. He slowly closed his eyes and swallowed all of the words that he wanted to say back into his stomach. His mind was like raging waves, but his facial expression was strangely calm, as if he had fallen asleep just like that …