Chapter 56: Bone-eliminating and Heart-eviscerating Punishment (Part 2)

Author: Yue Izumo

Chapter 56: Bone-eliminating and Heart-eviscerating Punishment (Part 2)

Huajiao did not leave immediately, but stood in the corridor for a while.

The courtyard is filled with bright sunshine, soft breeze and delicate flowers. The pomegranate tree under the steps has new buds, and each one looks like a small vase carved from agate.

Everything is beautiful except for the person in the house.

Huajiao tried her best to turn her thoughts to eating, thinking that if Aunt Qu didn't send someone to deliver lunch, she would go to the garden and dig some wild vegetables to make a spring dish.

However, her ears seemed to be separated from her mind, always trying to capture the subtle movements in the room. If she was really a bastard, her ears would be twitching at this time.

His eyes were also weird. He was looking at the flowers blooming all over the courtyard, but Yu Taiqing's bleeding hand always flashed before his eyes.

She secretly cursed herself for being worthless. Wasn't she deceived enough?

But, she was imprisoned in the garden, why did he lie to her?

She shook her head, lifted her skirt and walked down the steps, then walked out with her head held high.

After walking a few steps, I suddenly heard a scream from inside the house.

Huajiao paused, turned around suddenly, quickly walked into the house, and walked straight to the bed.

She stared down at the person lying on the bed. He was lying quietly on the bed, with the quilt pulled up to cover half of his face.

Huajiao's eyes fell on his hand first. He saw that he had held the iron-blade ball that had fallen on the ground in his hand, clenching it tightly with his fingers. The tip of the blade pierced his palm, and blood dripped onto the mattress. A patch of blood bloomed, just like a flower blooming on a plain brocade mattress.

The smell of blood hit his face, and the character's expression suddenly changed.

She lifted the quilt with trembling hands, only to see Yu Taiqing with his eyes closed and motionless. She was panicked, and quickly reached out to reach for his wrist.

The pulse is as weak as a gossamer and messy as a ball of numbness, but it is better than no pulse at all.

Huajiao breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and opened his fingers one by one, and took out the iron-blade ball in his hand. She raised her hand and threw the iron-blade ball away. When she looked at his palm, she saw that it was terrible.

She stretched her fingers to form a seal, and an icy blue mana escaped from her palm, temporarily stopping the bleeding. She took out the handkerchief and carefully wiped the blood on his hand.

After much tossing, Yu Taiqing finally woke up.

He slowly opened his eyes, sweat dripping from his forehead, and a lock of hair hung down, covering his eyebrows. He had not combed his hair or wore a crown at the moment, only had a loose bun on the top of his head, and the rest of his hair was hanging down. And down.

The handsome young master has been tortured to the point where he is no longer human.

Hua Jiao stretched out his fingers to push away the messy hair from his forehead, and carefully wiped the sweat on his forehead with a towel.

After Yu Taiqing woke up, he was extremely surprised to see her. He also saw her wiping his sweat and trying to dodge. Unfortunately, he didn't even have the strength to resist at the moment, so he had to let her do whatever he wanted.

He was not used to her touch, his pointed jaw was tense, his long and thin eyelashes were drooping, and he did not look at her.

The corner of the painting rubbed against his face, which was so white that it turned cold, gave him a hint of blush, and he didn't stop until it no longer felt so cold to the touch.

She asked him: "Do you feel better? Do you need to ask a doctor?"

Yu Taiqing closed his eyes and said in a low voice, as if using all his strength: "No need."

Hua Jiao didn't ask too many questions. It was obvious that his illness was not something that ordinary doctors could cure.

"Why are you holding the iron blade ball in your hand?"

Yu Taiqing smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid I'll never wake up after fainting."

"Where's Guard Di?"

In the past, Di Chen was simply Yu Taiqing's shadow, never leaving him. Now that he was ill, how could Di Chen disappear? If he were here, Yu Taiqing wouldn't be afraid of fainting and not being able to wake up.

"I ordered him to go out to do something." Yu Taiqing seemed to have recovered, gained some strength, and struggled to sit up.

Huajiao glanced at him and sneered: "What's so important that you should go out and do it right now, risking your life?"

Yu Taiqing's eyes sparkled slightly, she lifted up the quilt, forced herself off the bed, and asked her, "You came to see me, but something happened?"

Huajiao said dissatisfiedly: "Seeing that it is already noon, but no one has brought lunch, I still think that I am here because I am starved to death, so I came here to ask."

Yu Taiqing glanced at the sky and frowned: "Maybe Aunt Qu is late. You go back to Ying Xuexuan first. I will send someone to bring you lunch later."

Huajiao hummed slightly, and when he saw him getting off the bed, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What...are you going to do?"

Yu Taiqing originally wanted to reach out to take the tea cup on the table, but unexpectedly, his body suddenly swayed and he pressed heavily towards the corner of the painting. Although he was thin, he was a man after all, and the corner of the painting was pressed by him.

, she took a few steps back and fell half-up on the edge of the table. The edge of the table was polished very round, but it still inevitably hurt her waist.

Yu Taiqing fell on her as if he were boneless, and his head hung on her neck.

I didn't dare to move the painting corner for a while.

She could feel that his arms were holding on to the table, just to keep from getting close to her, but he seemed to be unable to use the strength at all, so the two of them inevitably rubbed each other's ears.

His cold face was pressed against her neck, and his warm breath blew against her ears, causing her body to tremble slightly.

"Get out!" His cold voice, suppressing his anger, sounded in her ears.

Huajiao almost laughed angrily. He pushed her down on the table. How was she going to get out?

Besides, shouldn't she be the one who should be angry at this time?

Why is he angry?

Huajiao took a breath and said slowly: "Yu Dujian, you should know that I can't go out until you get up."

She was so pressed by him that her waist almost broke.

She pushed Yu Taiqing slightly, and he forced himself to stand up. He staggered back and fell beside the bed. He even tripped over the gauze curtain. There was a soft tinkling sound from the golden hook, and the bed was like a mist.

The veil came down and covered him.

Huajiao knew something was wrong, so he stepped forward and lifted the bed curtain from his body.

He covered his chest with one hand, without looking at her, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Get out!"

Looking at Yu Taiqing's eyes from the corner of the painting, those eyes that were originally filled with all the grace and splendor of the world were now lifeless and without any brilliance.

I don’t know what kind of torture can make a person so desperate.

Huajiao stood up and picked up the iron-edged ball that he had just thrown on the ground, and said, "I'm right outside. If you faint, I will wake you up. You don't have to use this anymore."

She walked out of the house slowly and closed the door gently.

Under the stone steps outside the courtyard, Di Chen stood quietly by the pomegranate tree. When he heard the door, he turned his head and looked at her.

"Guard Di, since you are back, why don't you go in?"

Di Chen's eyes were desolate: "I can neither help nor suffer for the torture that the little prince is undergoing right now, so what can I do if I go in?"

Hua Jiao was silent for a moment.

It feels extremely uncomfortable to watch others being tortured while being unable to do anything about it.

"Guard Di, is your little prince sick?"

Di Chen was speechless.

Huajiao asked tentatively: "Is it a curse? Or is it the backlash of some kind of restriction?"

Di Chen looked at the corner of the painting angrily and thought: It is indeed a backlash. If he hadn't used his magic power to save you, he wouldn't have had an attack.

He held back his anger and said, "I don't know either. I just know that when it doesn't happen, it's just like a normal person. Once it does, it's like a thousand knives picking out the bones, a thousand swords gnawing at the heart, and life is worse than death."
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