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So what if the Emperor is wrong? I don't regret it!

Zhonghe City, in the clan's ancestral hall.

The entrance to the ancestral hall was tightly closed, and a large group of Mo family relatives surrounded it.

Sounds of whips breaking through the air came from within, accompanied by the whistling of the whips, as well as the suppressed groans of a man.

Hearing the chilling sound of the whip, everyone stood in front of the ancestral hall and looked at each other in dismay. As for Hua Yurong's personal secret guard, Ling Yun, she was not a member of the Mo family, so she could only anxiously walk around the courtyard outside the ancestral hall.

It was the Mo family's law, the Flaming Cloud Whip.

It was a whip that was as famous as Polygonum multiflorum Thunb and Rainbow Refinement!

Anyone who violated the family rules would be punished by the staff, but if the circumstances are serious, the family laws would be required, ordinary people wouldn't be able to bear the ten lashes of the Flaming Cloud Whip, and Hua Yurong had already been lashed by the city lord over a hundred times!

… ….

Didn't the young master say to let her go?

Feng Wuyou looked at the courtyard that was filled with Mo Clan clansmen, and frowned: "Little Flower is inside?"

Lingyun nodded with a bitter face and a hint of a weeping tone in his voice, "Young master is inside, the mayor has already whipped him over a hundred times. The mayor has no signs of letting go, I wonder if he can hold on!"

There was no need to ask any further, just by looking at Ling Yun's expression, one could tell that Hua Yurong's situation was extremely bad. As he said that, he subconsciously wanted to enter the yard.

However, Baili Mingyue immediately stretched out her hand to hold her back, "Little girl, don't be rash!" At this moment, they were members of the Mo family, so it was not appropriate for outsiders to interfere. Besides, the Mo family could guard the Zhonghe City for so many years, how could they not have the ability to do so?

Sure enough, when Ling Yun saw that Feng Wuyou was about to barge in, her expression suddenly changed. He grabbed onto her and shook his head with all his might: "You can't go in, if you do, young master will die for sure!"

What … What do you mean? If we don't go in to save Little Flower, do we have to watch him get beaten to death? " Feng Wuyou stopped in her tracks. Her phoenix eyes carried a trace of anger and puzzlement as she stared fixedly at Ling Yun, as though she wanted an answer.

Lingyun shook his head firmly, "You can't go in, young master has violated the Mo family's rules, everything that the mayor has done is in accordance with the family rules. If you don't go in, after 200 lashes, the mayor will not beat you anymore, but if you go in, not only will you offend the Mo family, the young master will be beaten to death!"

Seeing that, Feng Wuyou was stunned. She tilted her head and looked at Baili Mingyue, a trace of helplessness appearing in her eyes.

Little Flower went against the family rules because she was helped, becoming like this. If Little Flower was really beaten to death by his father, then …

No way, Little Flower will be fine!

Feng Wuyou's current heart was in complete chaos. Baili Mingyue also felt Feng Wuyou's self-reproach in her heart. Honestly speaking, his impression of Hua Yurong had always been bad, wishing for nothing more than to get along quickly.

But this time, on the surface, he was only doing this because he was helping the girl, and in the end, it was also for the Herba Brassicae. In the end, it was because he was helping him, and this was also the most fundamental reason why Baili Mingyue had come to save Hua Yurong.

In the end, it was also because he owed this favor that he did not wish for anything to happen to Hua Yurong. Lowering his head to think, he looked at Ling Yun: "Want to save your young master?"

Although he knew that his young master had always been at odds with Baili Mingyue, and did not know why Baili Mingyue would help him, now that his young master was at death's door, he could not care less! He nodded resolutely. "Yes! No matter what you want me to do, as long as it can save Young Master, I am willing. "

Baili Mingyue looked at Ling Yun in admiration. Although that pretty boy Hua Yurong was not very pleasing to the eyes, the people around him were rather loyal, glancing at the Mo family relatives in the courtyard of the ancestral hall, and then said a few words to Ling Yun. Feng Wuyou was stunned.

… ….

In the ancestral hall.

Hua Yurong lowered her head and knelt in front of the Mo Family ancestral tablet. Her beautiful face that overlooked the entire world had become deathly pale, and her forehead was covered in bean-sized sweat droplets. Her delicate mouth also had traces of blood on it, making her look extremely miserable.

Mo Lingfeng held the Flaming Cloud Whip and swung it down heavily again. The whip brought about the sound of wind as it lashed against Hua Yurong's back, causing him to clench her teeth and endure until the pain seeped into her stomach once again.

At that moment, the originally bright red dress on his back was already stained with blood. Hong Chang was torn to shreds, mixed together with the flesh on his back, she seemed to be drenched in blood, badly mutilated.

The blood that seeped out from his clothes stuck to the ground. It was blood-red, shocking to the eye.

After Mo Lingfeng pulled out her whip again, she spoke in a low and angry voice, gritting her teeth, "Unfilial son, do you know your mistake!?"

After Hua Yurong let out a stuffy groan, her pale face revealed a hint of a weak smile, and her tone became especially stubborn. "So what if it's wrong? I do not regret it! " So what if she knew it was wrong and against the rules?

Thousands and thousands of sentences were not even worth one word from him. I don't regret this!

Mo Lingfeng saw that there was no remorse on his face, and the anger in her heart was aroused once again. She felt her blood and Qi churning in her abdomen, and a sweet and fishy smell rushed to her throat.

Afterwards, he glared at Hua Yurong in disappointment, his whip following Hua Yurong's heart, and lashed onto Hua Yurong's bloody back again: "You don't regret it? Since he already knew that he was wrong, why didn't he regret it? I won't let you regret it! "Unfilial son, today I will beat you to death as an unfilial son!"

His weak voice slowly sounded out, "If you really want to beat me to death, then beat me to death. It's good that you beat me to death, and it's been ten years since I last saw my mother, so maybe after I die, I'll be able to see her, and Little Ci …"

The weak voice, word for word, was like a sharp knife, stabbing into Mo Lingfeng's heart, causing his firm heart to instantly collapse, the hand holding the Flaming Cloud Whip to freeze in midair.

Hua Yurong turned her head, looked at him and smiled. Then, because she was weak, he fell to the ground, but he still opened his mouth and said softly, "Actually, you also regret what happened back then, hehe … "But what's the use of regretting it? Mom won't be able to come back, and Little Ci won't be able to come back either."

Before meeting Feng Wuyou, Hua Yurong had thought about it more than once, that if she died, she would be able to see her mother and sisters again. In the past ten years, as long as Hua Yurong thought about his beloved mother and sister, who were not here because of the man in front of him, she would feel nothing but hatred!

But Ling Zhi was right, no matter how Hua Yurong changed her name, the blood that flowed in his bones was all from the Mo family, and from the beginning till the end, he was still a descendant of the Mo family!

It was good to be beaten to death like this!

Now that he was dead, there was no longer any need to be conflicted.

Now that he was dead, there was no need to hate him anymore!

Hua Yurong thought like this while she was still in a daze, and she gradually lost consciousness.

As he looked at the unconscious Hua Yurong, each and every word that he had said just now echoed in Mo Lingfeng's mind.

He didn't want to beat his own son to such a state, but the members of the Mo family were all watching from the outside. As the head of the Mo family, he naturally had to uphold the reputation of the Mo family and its rules. If he couldn't even control his own son, then how would he manage the Mo family?

Looking at his son who had been beaten so badly by him, Mo Lingfeng's heart ached like needles. Everyone said that it hurt her heart to have hit her, but who would have known that when it hurt her, her father's heart would ache the same!

Ten years. A whole ten years.

That night that made him regret for an entire ten years, in these ten years, as long as he thought of that night, it would be as if his heart was suffocating.

Recalling the past, Mo Lingfeng's face was filled with dejection.

At this moment, there was a cry of surprise from outside, which caused Mo Lingfeng to come back to her senses. She quickly put away the strange feeling in her heart, turned around and walked out of the ancestral hall.

As he walked out, he saw his family's clansmen running outside. As they ran, they shouted, "I've lost water, I've lost water! The Hidden Sword Hall has lost water! Go and report this to the mayor! The rest are coming with me to put out the fire!"

When he focused his eyes, he could see that in the direction of the Hidden Sword Hall, a large amount of smoke was rising.

Mo Lingfeng felt that there was something strange about this fire.

But since they were on fire, they had to be saved! Unable to bear it, he looked at Hua Yurong who was inside the ancestral hall and said, "Men, watch out for young master. We'll deal with him later!" Then, he left in a hurry.

Mo Lingfeng followed behind the Mo Family and left the ancestral hall. The two servants of the Mo Family lowered their heads and looked at Hua Yurong, who was lying on the ground, and helplessly shook their heads before closing the doors to the ancestral hall.

The young master, Yan Qing, had been beaten up by the mayor to such a state that it would be difficult for him to survive, let alone escape.

That was impossible!

In their hearts, the two of them were silently feeling sorry for Hua Yurong. In that moment, the two of them only felt a sweet fragrance from between their noses, before their vision turned black and they fainted.

Feng Wuyou and Baili Mingyue pushed open the door and entered, only to see Hua Yurong's entire body, all around him, covered in blood. Currently, he was lying on the ground in a sorry state, without a trace of the beautiful and enchanting beauty that the Peach Blossom Flowery Young Master used to have.

Feng Wuyou looked at Hua Yurong and felt her heart tighten.

With a few large strides, he rushed forward and helped him up. Touching his pale face, he said, "Little Flower, Little Flower, wake up!"

Seeing this, Baili Mingyue's heart clenched. He then knelt down and lightly patted Feng Wuyou's back: "Girl, don't waste anymore time, he needs a doctor. We must immediately bring him to find Mo Chen!"

"Yes, yes." Feng Wuyou nodded.

Saying that, he bent down and helped Hua Yurong up, but after seeing that, Baili Mingyue frowned, and looked at Wu Shang, seeing that, Wu Shang immediately understood what he was doing, he walked towards Hua Yurong.

With a few large strides, Baili Mingyue walked over and pulled Feng Wuyou's hand, pulling her into her embrace and then walked outside.

Feng Wuyou looked at Wu Shang worriedly. "Uncle, wait, Wu Shang, be careful, don't touch Little Flower's wound, and … How about I help you support him? " As she said this, she was about to walk over.

With a cold expression, Baili Mingyue dragged Feng Wuyou back, "The people from the Mo Clan will be back soon. Wu Shang will be careful. Let's go quickly!" Then, without waiting for Feng Wuyou's retort, she carried her and walked out.

… ….

When Baili Mingyue and Feng Wuyou rushed to the City Lord's Mansion to save Hua Yurong, Wu Shang had already sent a signal flare to Mo Chen, telling him to reunite with them quickly. It was also because Mo Chen was already rushing to pick up the Herba Brassicae from the start, that Baili Mingyue brought Feng Wuyou out of the City Lord's Mansion, and met Mo Chen.

Mo Chen looked at Hua Yurong who was covered in blood, and turned to Baili Mingyue: "Master, we need to find a place to settle down immediately, only then will we be able to save him." Right now, they were all on the streets of middle canal, so how was it possible for them to save someone?

Only after they booked the biggest inn in Zhonghe City did Mo Chen begin to treat Hua Yurong.

After Wu Shang carried Hua Yurong into his room, it was always with the door closed, and Feng Wuyou was also worriedly sitting at the door of Hua Yurong's room for six whole hours. During this time, he constantly watched the servants bringing in white gauze, various types of medicine, and very quickly, bringing out basin after basin of blood water.

This made Feng Wuyou, who was originally worried, suffer even more.

But she knew that she did not know any medical skills, so even if she went in, she would not be able to help. Baili Mingyue even ordered Mo Chen not to let her in until he was done with Hua Yurong!

At this time, Lingyun, who was carrying his father on his back and had avoided the City Lord's Hidden Sword Pavilion, also rushed to the inn and was stopped outside the door.

Currently, two people sat outside Hua Yurong's room, one on her left and the other on her right, as if they were gate gods.

Finally, after another two hours, Mo Chen came out of Hua Yurong's room with his head full of men.

Seeing him come out, Feng Wuyou immediately stood up, looking at him in anticipation. Ling Yun also immediately jumped up in excitement, at the risk of being beaten to death by his own father, if he could not save his master, then he … He was going to die!

Mo Chen's face was filled with exhaustion as he slowly opened his mouth, "He is severely injured. I have already dealt with all three of them, but he seems to have thought of begging for death before, and due to the excessive loss of blood, he has yet to have any consciousness, so the situation might not be good. "