After Being Dedicated To the Tyrant By My Brother

Ji Ruoqing is trapped in a corner of the world by Ji Ruoyu. There is no paper and pen here. She can only tie a red string to the foot of the Huangli wooden table every day to count how many days have passed.

Ji Ruoyu remained the same, serving her tea and water to prepare three meals a day, and talked to her every time.

But he said that she was silent in this form of communication.

Ji Ruoqing's eyes are also getting dim and dull, and being shut here like this, I really feel that the world is not worth it.

The only hope is probably that Ji Ruoyu seems to be preparing for something important, and sometimes tells her with a vague expression of excitement, and soon, he will take her out of here.

He promised her a palace.

Ji Ruoqing showed a sneer, palace? It's just a bigger cage.

He wouldn't let her go, no matter whether she was indifferent or bad words, he didn't seem to care, as if she would always be the best-behaved and most sensible sister in his eyes.

He likes it so much.

Ji Ruoqing also tried to save herself, but this ordinary house seemed to be reinforced by Ji Ruoyu from the outside. In any case, she couldn't find a trace of cracks and loopholes through which she could escape.

The most frightening thing is that after she explored a few times, Ji Ruoyu discovered her intention to escape. Before she found out, she added medicine to her daily meals.

She completely lost her strength, she was so soft that she couldn't move, she could only lie in bed, and even when she got out of bed to pour herself a cup of tea, she would waste her energy for a long time.Only when he was there, he would give her a meal. The antidote of two hours, let her be active.

This activity must be under his nose, he will never leave her half a step.

Regarding everything Ji Ruoqing had to do, Ji Ruoyu did everything by himself. Even when going to the toilet, he would help her to go to the hut, and then wait outside, really interpreting the words "freak and mad" to the extreme.

As for bathing, he would also prepare a tub and hot water for her, and then watched her walk to the side of the screen, and he watched her on the side of the screen, listening to the patter of water while she was taking a bath. Make surveillance.

Ji Ruoyu seemed to think it was a great pleasure for her to stay in step with him. Every time she looked at her, there was a trace of satisfaction in her warm black eyes.

And Ji Ruoqing, life is better than death.

She always remembered what Xiaoyu's brother had said to her, and could not give up the hope of life at any time.

But these days, the scourges on the dark side of her heart that were finally driven away by Brother Xiaoyu seem to be slowly waving the flag and shouting, occupying more and more positions in her heart and becoming more and more conspicuous.

Or what's the point? Why don't you die earlier?

I'm dead, I can still see my mom and dad, and brother Xiaoyu, they are all waiting for her on the other side...

Gradually, the voice in my heart became louder and louder, and Ji Ruoqing felt more and more that there was no meaning at all here.

Just after Ji Ruoqing figured it out, she decided on the first day of a hunger strike.

She was lying on the bed looking at the top of the turquoise lotus tent, in a daze.

She came here these days, wandering around too vainly and letting everything go, so she felt that life was not so difficult to endure.

But she suddenly discovered that a tile on the roof was slowly moving to the right, and probably someone was moving surreptitiously on the roof.

But the tiles only moved so that a small gap appeared in the roof, and the dazzling sunlight entered the room, and then stopped.

Ji Ruoqing watched vigilantly, thinking of Xia Xianyu in her heart. He was the only one who would touch this place quietly.

Ji Ruoqing stared at the small gap, and soon, a piece of rice paper fell from the inside like snowflakes, fluttering to the ground.

Then, the tile was slowly moved back to its original place, leaving no strangeness.

"..." Ji Ruoqing tried to move her body, moving inch by inch toward the bed.

I finally touched the edge of the bed, and it took 12 minutes to put my legs on the edge of the bed. With a harder effort, the whole person collapsed to the ground, similar to the kind of people she saw on the floor when she was shopping. It makes no difference.

She is now more miserable than disabled.

But Ji Ruoqing didn't have time to blame herself for hurting the spring and the autumn. She twisted her body on the ground and slowly leaned forward, her pelvic bones rubbing on the ground painfully, and she didn't know how long she worked hard, and finally got the piece of rice paper.

The handwriting on the paper was familiar Chinese characters that Ji Ruoqing was familiar with. After reading the ten lines at a glance without dyslexia, her pale face became paler.

This paper is indeed related to Xia Xianyu.

But he didn't send it, but he sent it by a handy and good subordinate.

Xia Xianyu babbled and wrote a lot on this piece of paper, which roughly meant that he was very busy these days and was so busy that he couldn't spare the time to see her, so I'm very sorry.

Xia Xianyu repeated several times that he was very busy. It seems that this overwhelmingly busy matter has something to do with Ji Ruoyu, but he didn't elaborate on it either.

Just say that if Ji Ruoqing persists for a while, and persists, he will be able to save her.

This tone and rhetoric are exactly the same as Ji Ruoyu comforting Ji Ruoqing to take her to a larger palace after waiting a few more days.

Ji Ruoqing probably guessed that these people must be busy again for the dominance of the world, and they are fighting back and forth. I really don't understand the meaning...

However, one thing Xia Xianyu specifically mentioned made Ji Ruoqing very concerned.

He said that Zhou Xiaolian, who lived next door to her house, was dead, and asked her to be more careful.

Ji Ruoqing was holding this thin rice paper, a thin layer of sweat came out from her forehead, but she felt like falling into an ice cave, and the chill spread all the way from her bones to her heart.

Xiaolian...How can such a good life die so easily...

Ji Ruoqing heard Xiaolian talk about her family's situation, but it was just a simple and unpretentious family. Her parents set up a small stall on a certain street in the Wangdu. Life was simple but unremarkable. The scourge of death.

What's more, Xia Xian made this deliberate mention, presumably Xiao Lian's death was also related to her.

Ji Ruoqing recalled that Ri Ji Ruoyu gently curled her lips, smiled indefinitely, and the phrase "Xiaolian? She won't come again", she couldn't help but shudder, and her whole body's chills stood up.

She didn't care much at the time, but thought that Ji Ruoyu didn't plan to hire Xiaolian again.

But he didn't think about it. It turned out that he would never come again, which was the meaning.

Xiaolian is so pitiful, she was the one who killed her...

Ji Ruoqing remembered that every time Xiaolian came back from buying vegetables, she couldn't wait to smile and tell her that when she crossed the threshold with her basket, she felt a panic in her heart.

Crystal tears leaked from the corners of the eyes, ran across the cheeks, and then dripped onto the collar, soaking a large area.

She was imprisoned by Ji Ruoyu for so many days, this was the first time she cried.

Even if she knows that Xiao Lian is just a non-existent character in the book, but when she gets along with her, she feels that she has flesh and blood, has a past and a future, is a living person, and is the first friend she really had in ancient times.

Ji Ruoqing hugged herself tightly and curled up into a small ball on the icy floor, but the chill on her body never diminished.

She had never felt so dark and hopeless.

...

Ji Ruoyu came back at the same time as usual. As usual, he always came to Ji Ruoqing's house to see her first.

Ji Ruoqing didn't respond when she heard the door opening, lying on the bed like a dead fish, burying her head in the quilt.

"..." Ji Ruoyu walked to her bed and opened her quilt, only to find that she was all dirty and could not help frowning, "Have you ever gotten off the bed?"

Ji Ruoqing still kept her face turned, facing Ji Ruoyu with the back of her head, and was silent.

Ji Ruoyu looked at the bedside tea cup he had placed on the red sandalwood small table for her before he went out. The tea cup inside was still full, and the position remained unmoved.

Ji Ruoyu has long been accustomed to her silent resistance, but today, she seems to be quieter than usual, and the whole person seems to be lifeless.

Ji Ruoyu passed a trace of panic in his heart, but still asked with a faint expression: "Qingqing, turn around."

Ji Ruoqing ignored him, only turned his back to him, silent.

"Qingqing, you take a shower and change clothes. Brother will take you to the most delicious restaurant in the night king today, okay?" Ji Ruoyu coaxed quietly.

Ji Ruoqing still did not move.

Ji Ruoyu seemed to sigh, and turned Ji Ruoqing's body to face him.

Ji Ruoqing was like a puppet without a soul, he fiddled with it at will, but there was nothingness in his eyes, and his figure could not be reflected at all.

Ji Ruoyu's heart became more flustered, and her tone was not consciously rushed: "Qingqing, what do you think?"

Ji Ruoqing finally looked at Ji Ruoyu and spoke slowly. The soft voice in the past was full of astringency, like a broken copper and iron sound: "You killed her..."

Because she hadn't drunk water for most of the day, her lips had been cracked, and the red blood was on her lips, and her nose was full of blood.

Ji Ruoyu was startled slightly, and a dark light flashed across his eyes, and when he raised his eyes again, his eyes were full of ups and downs, making it difficult to see the emotions in them.

He chuckles meaninglessly: "I have killed too many people, I don't know which one Qingqing is talking about?"