Chapter 12: Punishment (2)

Since the little Lord Mu's love for His Royal Highness Rui Wang, everyone knows, why does the latter deliberately get close? According to Mu Qingge, Qin Jinhao took the initiative more often.
Although, he did not show admiration. However, for a young girl who had to conceal her identity, such closeness is undoubtedly something that she depends on and misses.
"I am a trash body, and by nature I cannot cultivate. If I were not arrogant and domineering, I am afraid that Mu Palace would have become deceptive to everyone." Mu Qingge seemed to defend himself.
However, Mu Ge sneered in exchange for this sentence: "You are only fighting against your grandfather's power. If the old man is gone one day, you think that your arrogance and domineering will allow you to continue to protect the Yongning Palace. Prestige?"
"I know." Who knows, Mu Qingge did not become angry, but lowered the corners of his eyes: "So, I..."
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sudden sound of drums interrupted Mu Qingge's words in the future.
"What's the matter?" Mu Ge raised his eyebrows and asked, looking at the sound of drums outside the tent.
Mu Qingge bit his lip and said, "It's the drums gathered in the army, it must be the order of Grandpa."
Before the words disappeared, Mu Ge saw that the curtain of the tent was opened from the outside, and two soldiers in light armor appeared in front of her.
Mu Ge raised his eyebrows again, and Mu Ge did not speak.
"Little Sir, the old general would like to please." The two said sonorously.
In the army, they are more accustomed to calling Mu Xiong a general.
Mu Ge licked his lips and jumped up. He flicked the slightly wrinkled robe and walked out of the tent upright.
The pace was calm and unhurried, her head held high, it seemed that even the fierce sword in front of her couldn't make her frown.
The two soldiers who had come by the order looked at each other, and they were a little surprised in each other's eyes. The person in front of them seemed a little different from the little Sir Alex they were familiar with.
He didn't rebuke them?
Go out automatically and consciously?
The two soldiers said griefly in their hearts: ‘Little Sir, shouldn’t you swear by the tip of our nose, then kick your feet, let us kneel in front of you and apologize, then reluctantly move? It's not logical for you to leave happily! what! ’
Unfortunately, Mu Ge couldn't hear the voice of these two. Following the drums, she wondered what Mu Xiong was going to do.
Step by step, Mu Ge's eyes brightened.
However, in less than an hour, an orderly military camp was erected in the originally barren land. Patrol guards, bright and dark posts are in their respective positions. From this it can be seen that Mu Xiong's ability to lead troops is not just a blow out.
The war drum was standing on the open space outside the central tent, and Mu Xiong sat in the main seat. On the right was the Rui Wang Qin Jinhao in a python robe. The other soldiers who came with the army were separated on both sides.
Not only that, the soldiers without military ranks also lined up, standing like steel guns, making no sound.
Mu Ge's eyes swept away, and his gaze fell on a high platform facing Mu Xiong.
Said to be a high platform, but three feet away from the ground.
But there are two pillars standing on this square high platform. Two iron rings were nailed to the pillars. On the high platform, there is still a person standing, the upper body of the , the muscles are as tight as a hill. He stood straddling, holding a long whip with a thick baby's wrist, and looked cold.
Mu Ge's eyebrows twitched, and a bad feeling came to his heart.
"Mu Qingge, don't kneel down yet!" Mu Xiong suddenly yelled, making Mu Ge look over.
"Why?" Mu Ge's beautiful but green face had no fear, but he calmly looked at Mu Xiong, his thin body was as tall as a sword, neither humble nor overbearing.
Mu Xionghu glared, but quickly passed a trace of appreciation for his grandson's performance. "Huh! You left the capital without permission, got involved in the battlefield, and killed five hundred guards innocently. Don't you know that you are wrong?"
Mu Xiong is a lover of soldiers, and every one of his soldiers is like his nephew. He wanted to punish Mu Qingge, not for acting. But Mu Qingge must give an explanation, and must give justice to the dead soldiers. More importantly, he wants Mu Qingge to understand the price of willfulness.
In the words, mixed with internal energy, Mu Ge's energy and blood surged.
However, she was not at all angry, let alone objected.
She was silent.
But Qin Jinhao, who was sitting on the right side of Mu Xiong, spoke: "My husband, five hundred heroes have died in the sunset wasteland, Qingge must be sad. Now he has just been in a catastrophe, and he asks his husband to take it easy."
After speaking, he looked at Mu Qingge. However, he did not see the grateful and admiring expressions expected.
Qin Jinhao was taken aback for a moment, and forced to endure the disgust in his heart, and gently twisted his fingers leaning on the armrest. It seems that something is out of his control.
Mu Xiong took a look at Qin Jinhao, then looked at Mu Ge, and asked, "Mu Qingge, do you think this incident was revealed in this way?" In his words, there was a trace of tension hidden, as if he was afraid of his grandson. His answer disappointed himself and chilled the generals.
It doesn't matter if the Mu's grandson is a waste material, as long as he can convince the soldiers, even if he dies in the future, the grandson can protect himself. but……
"How is Grandpa going to punish?" Mu Ge asked indifferently. The plea to Qin Jinhao seemed to be unheard of.
"A hundred whips." Mu Xiong replied.
This answer attracted everyone's attention. It seems that they are all speculating whether Mu Qingge's small body can withstand the torture of a hundred lashes.
Mu Ge pursed his lips, turned around without saying a word, and strode towards the execution platform.
Everyone was silent, even Qin Jinhao, who was calculating in his heart, was waiting for her next move.
Mu Ge did not stand between the two pillars on the high platform, but faced all the soldiers underneath, straddling with his hands, and faintly said to the executioner: "The old general punishes me one hundred, and I add another one hundred to comfort five. Bai Yingling! Hit!"