After the stick walker hit twenty big boards, he immediately replaced the guard next to him to perform the task.
The guard had only seen others walk with sticks, and at the same time he had also been hit by boards.
But I haven't beaten anyone else yet.
After all, this is a job that offends people.
If the beating is light, the nobles in the palace will be dissatisfied; if the beating is severe, the person who is beaten will hold a grudge.
There is no guarantee that one day the person who was beaten will become a successful person and he will be punished later. Who can bear it?
Therefore, only experienced practitioners who often use the stick can assess the situation and grasp the appropriate measures.
The guard hesitated, and the staff walker next to him frowned.
Seeing that there was no movement, Ji Ming said slowly: "Why, how many times did it take?"
"You have also heard His Majesty's decree. You cannot stop for a moment. If you want to harm yourself, don't hurt me."
The stick walker urged: "Open it quickly, right? What are you thinking about?"
The guard calmed down, held the board tightly, and thinking about the pain of being beaten, he raised the board and hit him.
The guard was worried that he was being too harsh. After all, this was His Majesty's personal eunuch.
Today I was punished by His Majesty with a hundred punishments, but who can say for sure that I will be promoted tomorrow?
The guard thought about Zhao Gao, the former commander of CRRC, who was also a eunuch.
He holds great power and walks with wind.
No one is born as an official of the CRRC, and Zhao Gao was not yet a young eunuch.
Because he knew a few words and could speak eloquently, he was put into great use by His Majesty, and he climbed all the way up to the rank of CRRC.
Now, look at Ji Ming in front of you. Although Ji Ming is not as thoughtful as Zhao Gaochengfu, he is rarely able to flatter.
And I can also read a few words. Although I don't know much, I heard that I have been studying hard in secret recently.
He can also silently write the word Qinjiu.
Your Majesty values, firstly, those who have already become talents, and secondly, those who are willing to work hard to become talents.
Perhaps Ji Ming is the latter, otherwise why would His Majesty let him serve by your side for so long?
Ji Ming must have something extraordinary, maybe he hasn't seen it yet.
The guard couldn't help but shudder when he thought of this, regretting that he had acted so harshly just now.
There is no one in the palace, so this is a good time to make friends with Ji Ming.
The good flattery and closeness were all wiped out by the blow I just made.
At this time, the guard frowned and wanted to slap himself twice.
While he was worrying, Ji Ming suddenly coughed.
The guard shivered subconsciously and thought: It's over, it must be painful from the beating.
Otherwise, Eunuch Ji wouldn't have been silent for so long. Perhaps he was holding back the severe pain for the sake of his face.
Ji Ming coughed and said, "I said, who hit you just now? You didn't eat this morning. Is this a slap in the face? This is obviously scratching an itch."
"I can tell you how to fight."
"If your majesty finds out because he was able to strike with extra force, he will blame you and don't get involved with me."
"At least I am His Majesty's personal eunuch, what about you? How many times can I see Your Majesty?"
"Don't cause trouble for me, and don't cause trouble for yourselves."
When no one said anything, Ji Ming, lying on the stool, shouted, "Did you hear that?"
The three of them whispered at the same time: "I understand, little one."
The stick walker said to the guard next to him: "Eunuch Ji just said that he should be beaten as he should."
"Don't cause trouble for father-in-law, hurry up."
The guard was already a little confused. It didn't hurt to go down such a wide board? It actually feels like you're just scratching an itch?
How can I remember that when I was hit by a board, it was with this force. It took five boards and I lay on the bed for five days before I gradually recovered.
Is there something wrong with the board, or am I not being too gentle?
The guard frowned and glanced at the stick walker next to him in confusion. The stick walker seemed to understand the guard's question.
He nodded to him, confirming that the strength of his attack was not a problem, and it was not a problem with the board.
The stick walker winked and looked at Ji Ming's butt. The guard followed the stick walker's gaze and suddenly realized.
It turned out that Eunuch Ji had the blessing of physical armor. No wonder Eunuch Ji just said he was tickling.
Now the young man understood that His Majesty's decree was to hit Eunuch Ji painfully. If it didn't hurt and Eunuch Ji was still alive and kicking after the beating, then his bodyguards would have done it too.
After thinking clearly, the guard calmed down, cupped his hands to Ji Ming and said slowly, "Eunuch Ji, that's an offense."
"Just bear with it."
Ji Ming urged: "Hurry up, finish the fight early, we have to go back to serve His Majesty."
Ji Ming sneered in his heart: "Tell me to bear it a little longer. You don't even look at me. I've been beaten more than you have eaten."
Are you the only one who can hit me and hurt me?
I am one of the best people in the palace who is not afraid of pain when being beaten. If I cry out that it hurts, my name, Ji Ming, will be reversed... ah
Ji Ming was laughing in his heart when suddenly a sharp pain came.
Then, the second time, the third time...
After the guard got Ji Ming's promise, he spit into the palm of his hand, held the board tightly, rounded his arm, and hit him hard.
I found that Ji Ming neither stopped nor cried out for pain. It seemed that Eunuch Ji was very satisfied with my strength.
The older the guard is, the happier he is. He has never been so happy since he entered the palace.
After all, in the deep palace compound, you have to be cautious in doing things and endure everything. Even so, there are still times when others will make mistakes and be beaten and punished.
Now, it seemed that the guard finally had a chance to vent the unhappiness he had suppressed for many years.
The point is, the other person enjoys it. Not only can he vent his unhappiness, but he can also satisfy the other person.
The guard thought to himself: It was the right time to switch shifts with them today. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so happy.
Ji Ming clenched his fists. He felt real pain now. He could feel that his butt was already burning with pain.
But Ji Ming had just boasted harshly to the three of them. If he couldn't help but shout out, wouldn't he be ridiculed by others?
How can I mess around in the palace from now on?
I’m afraid I won’t even think about taking on any more apprentices in the future.
Ji Ming's painful forehead was sweating slightly. Fortunately, he was lying on a bench and other people couldn't see him.
Ji Ming clenched his fists tightly, and his palms were almost bleeding from the fingertips.
The sharp-eyed staff walker saw Ji Ming clenching his fists tightly and immediately waved his hand to stop the guard.
The guard looked confused, what? Did he act too harshly?
It's all my fault that I got carried away. Whose butt is not made of flesh? How could it not hurt if I hit it with such a wide board?
The guard held the board, dumbfounded and at a loss.
The stick walker stepped forward and asked softly: "Eunuch Ji, did you hit him too hard? Should I ask my servant to be lighter?"
Ji Minggang wanted to say something, but the guard muttered: "Where is it too heavy? Master Ji didn't say anything, which means that the force of my blow was just right, neither light nor heavy."
"If it was light, Master Ji would think it was tickling. If it was serious, Master Ji would have spoken long ago. How could he still let me hit him five or six times in a row?"
Ji Ming just wanted to speak, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back, almost crying without tears.
