Chapter 28 Chapter 28(1/4)
The medicinal powder did take effect. At this moment, Qi Zhen's vision was blurry. Although he could see Linglong's figure, he could not see her face clearly.
His voice became more and more panicked, and then he called out "Linglong" again, his voice trembling.
Linglong listened to the panic in Qi Zhen's voice and stared at him as he subconsciously extended his hands to her.
In this moment of confusion, Qi Zhen grasped the exquisite dress.
"Linglong, I can't see your face clearly." He frowned and looked anxious.
As he spoke, he followed her exquisite dress and held her wrist.
Qi Zhen's anxious voice reached his ears, but his exquisite eyes were still calm and indifferent.
Her eyebrows were cold and she looked down at Qi Zhen's hand holding her wrist, recalling five years ago in a daze.
At that time, it was these same hands that led her to run under the fireworks in the sky on Shangyuan night, protecting her through the rain of arrows.
Linglong recalled the past, her eyes turned on Qi Zhen's hand several times, but she still didn't reply after a while.
Qi Zhen became more and more panicked, and had some bad premonitions in the night.
"Linglong?" He called her softly with a trembling voice.
After this soft call, the poisonous powder on the snack evaporated violently on Qi Zhen's face.
Before Qi Zhen could realize what was wrong, a sharp pain spread from his eyes to his whole body.
In just a few moments, every part of his body was trembling with pain, and his eyes felt like they were being tortured by fire.
But even with such bone-gnawing pain, Qi Zhen still held Linglong's hand tightly and never let go.
Linglong let him hold her hand, but she never said a word and just waited quietly.
The next moment, blood overflowed from Qi Zhen's lips.
The poison will temporarily seal his meridians. When the meridians are sealed, the blood will flow back. If the person's body can't bear it well, he will naturally vomit blood.
This flow of blood and Qi caused pain to the bones.
Qi Zhen endured the pain that seeped into his bones and blood, and tried to call Linglong again, but found that the pain had already tortured him, and his mouth was so stiff that he could not say anything.
Linglong raised her eyes and looked at the blood on his lips, her eyes filled with complexity.
She chuckled softly, her brows and eyes completely lost the softness she had when she had coaxed Qi Zhen, only a cold look.
The blood on Qi Zhen's lips couldn't help but flow out. Linglong smiled coldly and said, "Look at you, you're bleeding." As he spoke, he gently wiped the blood on his lips.
But how long can this false gentleness last?
Linglong wiped away the blood stain on Qi Zhen's lips, stroked Qi Zhen's lips with her fingertips, and touched two thin lips.
People say that thin lips are cold and cold, which is the most lucky thing.
In the past, Linglong didn't believe it and thought that even though her husband had thin lips, he was not unlucky to her. Now when she looked at Qi Zhen again, she realized that there was some basis for the old saying.
The man in front of her had the most beautiful lips that Zhang Linglong had ever seen in her life, but he was also the most heartless man that Linglong had ever encountered in her life.
Over the years, I have gone through so many hardships and grievances because of his unlucky fate.
Linglong closed her eyes slightly, and when she spoke again, her words were decidedly cold.
"Qi Zhen, the suffering you have suffered today is just a small amount of compensation for the debt you have treated me over the past few years."
The exquisite and cold words fell clearly on Qi Zhen's ears. Only then did Qi Zhen finally understand why she came here today.
His throat was trembling, his lips and teeth were slightly open, and he didn't know what he wanted to say to Linglong, but he was tortured by the powder and couldn't say anything.
The pain repeatedly felt hot in every corner of Qi Zhen's body, becoming more intense by the second.
Suppressing the bone-gnawing pain, he forced himself to wake up.
Under such torture, barely maintaining clarity is already the ultimate level of human strength. How can I still speak even half a word?
Qi Zhen looked painful, suffering from the poison.
After all, Linglong had treated him wholeheartedly for many years. Seeing how much pain and torture he suffered, it was inevitable that pity would arise in her heart.
But when she looked at his embarrassment and his pain, she thought of all the grievances and embarrassments he had caused her over the years, and thought of this scene that he had maintained for several years.
This little girl who usually has the softest heart is also the most vindictive.
At this moment, Qi Zhen felt only the slightest pity, but it was all suppressed by the raging resentment.
She raised her eyes again, and her words became more ruthless: "Qi Zhen, you saved my life, and I will not take your life today. From now on, there will be no love and righteousness between you and me, and we will never meet again in the mountains, rivers and seas."
Every word was cold and heartless, falling on Qi Zhen's ears and piercing his heart. It was no less painful than the bone-gnawing pain of the poison.
After Linglong finished speaking, she tried to break open Qi Zhen's hand that was holding her tightly.
She thought that since Qi Zhen was poisoned, his whole body would lose strength, but she didn't expect that he still held her wrist with great strength.
Qi Zhen used all the remaining strength in his body on the hand holding Linglong's wrist.
Linglong would naturally notice that his grip on her wrist was still very strong.
Qi Zhen's consciousness was a little blurred by the pain, but there was a thought in his heart that told him over and over again that he could not let go of the person in front of him.
Qi Zhen's knuckles were red, and the veins on the back of his hands were extremely tight.
No matter how hard Linglong struggled, she couldn't break away from his control with all her strength at this moment.
"Qi Zhen, let me go!" Her voice was still very low, but her tone became colder.
Falling next to Qi Zhen's ears, it was like an ice blade carving out the flesh in his heart.
But no matter how painful his heart was, he still clutched Linglong's wrist tightly and never let go.
Linglong couldn't break free from Qi Zhen's control, and her eyes gradually became anxious.
She was determined to leave, and she could not cut off her way forward at the last moment. Linglong's eyes fell tightly on Qi Zhen's hand holding her wrist, her eyes were red, she pursed her lips and used her own hand
The wrist that was not held by Qi Zhen slowly took out a dagger from his waist.
The dagger is very beautiful, the handle and scabbard are extremely beautiful.
A dazzling gemstone is embedded in the scabbard, making the dagger shine like a brilliance.
Qi Zhen's eyes were blurry and she couldn't see her exquisite movements clearly. He could only see that she was holding something with a bright gem in her hand.
This dagger was a gift from Qi Zhen two years ago, and he told Linglong to use it for self-defense. At that time, Linglong said to him with a smile and a pretty face - with him by his side, there would be no need for a dagger.
In the past two years, Linglong had never fired this dagger. She never thought that the first time she used it would be because of Qi Zhen.
Linglong's fingertips moved slightly, pressing against the scabbard of the dagger, and opened it.
After the scabbard was opened by Linglong's fingertips, it was thrown to the ground. With a crackling sound, the scabbard fell to the ground, and the blade of the dagger showed a sharp and dazzling cold light.
Linglong held the handle of the knife, bit her lip and said to Qi Zhen: "Let go now, I won't move the blade."
Qi Zhen heard these words clearly. He raised his head blankly and looked at Linglong with hazy eyes. Those eyes, which were usually cold and solemn, were full of sadness and pain.
But he still held Linglong's wrist tightly and never let go.
Seeing how stubborn he was, Linglong tightened her grip on the dagger in her hand.
The next moment, the blade penetrated the flesh and blood, stabbing straight into the back of Qi Zhen's hand without losing any strength.
Blood dripped down and dyed Linglong's hands red.
Linglong's eyes were red, her hand holding the handle of the knife was trembling, and she felt fear and cowardice in her heart.
She has been pampered since she was a child. She has hurt others by herself, so how can she not be afraid.
But even though he was cruel and stabbed him with a knife, Qi Zhen still didn't let go of his hand that tightly grasped Linglong's wrist.
Qi Zhen's hands were bruised and bloody, and the palms were dripping with blood. He held Linglong tightly, but he only loosened his grip slightly when the dagger penetrated the flesh. Then he held her wrist tightly again, holding on to resist the pain.
It hurts and refuses to let go.
"Qi Zhen!" Seeing him like this, Linglong had no choice but to grit her teeth, hold the dagger in her hand, and dig in along with the knife just now.
This gouge revealed deep bones.
The blade of the dagger pierced through the flesh and bone.
This kind of pain is far beyond what ordinary people can endure.
Qi Zhen's whole body was in pain due to the poison, and Linglong's knife after knife was stabbing his bones and carving out his flesh, which tortured him to the extreme.
The pain was so deep that it was difficult to stand upright.
His knees fell to the ground.
Even though he was so embarrassed, he still held on to Linglong's wrist.
Linglong lowered her eyes and watched as the person in front of her lost all strength and fell to the ground. She no longer looked like the high-flying Crown Prince in the past.
My eyes turned red unconsciously.
She closed her eyes, suddenly pulled out the dagger in her hand, and stabbed it again in an instant.
This time, Qi Zhen found it difficult to persist.
His hand, which was bloody and bloody, was shaking violently in pain.
To be continued...