Vicious female supporting role, gender male

On this day, the weather was sweltering, Liang Jingwen tossed and turned on the bed, went to the yard to hang a bucket of cool well water up, took a shower, changed into dirty clothes and trousers, and then fell asleep.

He was in a drowsy sleep, but he had an erotic dream, which was pleasant yet unbearable.

The woman had many tricks, she didn't know where she took out a thin leather whip, and whipped him lightly and sometimes hard. After whipping more than a hundred whips, she brought a candle holder, the candle flame flickered, and the melted candle wax The top of the candle was filled, she tilted her hand, and the hot wax dripped on him immediately.

Drop by drop, the burning sensation catalyzed the pleasure, and the pain mixed with this extreme pleasure became a pleasure, he indulged in it bit by bit, for a moment, he could no longer feel the pain, only the excruciating pleasure remained .

When he woke up, the sky was pale, but the pain had not faded away, his whole body was sticky, and his underwear was wet. He looked at the green vegetable bed outside the window, thinking to himself: Could it be true?

He sat up and wanted to take off his obscene clothes and trousers, but suddenly found that his left wrist was bound up at some point. He tore off the layers of cloth used for the bandage in doubt, and looked down. When he looked at it, he gasped in fright—his left wrist was severed at the wrist, blood was still oozing from the cut, and the pale medicine powder floated in the blood water. It trickled down, soaking the straw mat under him.

He kept blinking his eyes, but the scene in front of him didn't change at all. He tentatively reached out to touch it, but after touching it a little, he almost fainted from the pain.

--who is it?who is it?Who dared to cut off his left wrist?How could he be so sleepy that he didn't realize it at all.

He almost cried out in shock, but fortunately he immediately thought of Chun Wei, and was able to cover his mouth in time.

The imperial court would definitely not accept such a cripple like him. If his broken wrist became known, not only would he not be able to handle himself in front of everyone, he would even be deprived of his qualifications for the imperial examination, and his future in this life would be cut off.

But the palace examination must be passed before he can enter the examination hall. Even if he wins Huiyuan in Chunwei as he wished, the palace examination may be hopeless.

He fell down on the bed dejectedly, breathing heavily.

Not long after, he suddenly sat up again, his eyes wide open—yes, as long as he can find the severed wrist, and then ask a doctor to connect it for him.

Anyway, he has tens of thousands of gold hidden in his family, so it's okay to spend thousands of gold.

He wondered who broke his wrist and what to do with it, but suddenly thought of Lu Yuanbai.

Lu Yuanbai had been missing for five days. On the night of his disappearance, he and Lu Yuanbai drank together, exchanged knowledge, and talked about trivial matters.

It wasn't until the moon was in the middle of the sky that Lu Yuanbai was helped back by a servant in his family.

At that time, Lu Yuanbai was half-drunk, staggeringly tugged on his clothes and said, "Jing Wen, let's toast another day."

Lu Yuanbai smelled of alcohol all over his body, and because he vomited a while ago, his mouth was full of sour smell. He was very disgusted, so he immediately pushed away Lu Yuanbai's hand, and then took a few steps back hastily.

Seeing this, Lu Yuanbai smiled and said, "Jing Wen, do you dislike me?"

After laughing, he went drunk again, before Lu Yuanbai was supported by the servant and went out.

The next day, the young man was found unconscious at a street corner not more than a hundred steps away from his residence, while Lu Yuanbai was nowhere to be found.

The young man signed a death contract, and the Lu couple lost their son, so they beat the young man until he was dying.

According to reports, the boy died yesterday.

Lu Yuanbai is a talented man, but he is romantic. At first, Liang Jingwen thought that he had left his servant and gone drunk, but Lu Yuanbai was determined not to be a fool, and he would not disappear for five days, causing his parents to worry.

Therefore, Liang Jingwen guessed that something unexpected happened to Lu Yuanbai, and he regretted that he did not persuade him to stay overnight, but he never thought that he himself would also encounter an accident.

The unexpected person is only Lu Yuanbai, why is he involved?

He stared at the bloody fracture, suddenly went crazy, and beat the bed with his right hand vigorously.

When I was young, it attracted Liang's mother's concern: "Jing Wen, what's the matter with you?"

Afraid that he would die from blood loss, he re-wrapped the cloth and said in a calm voice, "It's nothing, it's just a nightmare."

What he had was a nightmare, it was clearly a sex dream, but the pain of being whipped and dripping wax in the sex dream was all for fun, but the pain in front of him was so real that it made his hair stand on end.

After hearing his answer, Mother Liang who was standing in front of the door withdrew her knocking hand, and said kindly, "Why don't you go up the mountain with me today to offer incense? The gods and Buddhas will surely protect you from having nightmares."

Pray to God, worship Buddha, and offer incense, will his left wrist be restored to its original state?

Liang Jingwen was quite impatient, but he still said patiently: "Mother, I am busy studying, let me go with you when I have some free time."

Upon hearing this, Liang's mother compromised and said, "All right."

Liang Jingwen heard the footsteps of Liang's mother going away, and lay on the bed, staring at the beam on the top with his eyes wide open.

After a long time, he closed his eyes again, thinking in his heart that his broken wrist might have something to do with Lu Yuanbai's disappearance.

If there is something to do... Is it possible...

Will the villain who cut off his left wrist come to take his life?

He was thinking wildly, and suddenly he heard a commotion outside, some of them seemed to mention the broken wrist.

He deliberately chose a wide-sleeved Confucian shirt as a cover, and put it on with one hand with difficulty, put on his shoes, washed, and then calmly left the room.

Seeing that his complexion was paler than usual, Liang's mother said that he was frightened by the nightmare, she didn't get to the bottom of it, she just said in a soft voice: "Jing Wen, hurry up and have breakfast, or it will be cold."

Liang Jingwen ate breakfast at his usual speed, and then he said unintentionally: "Mother, what happened outside?"

"There seems to be a severed arm on the bluestone slab in the narrow alley opposite Fengchun Inn." Mother Liang sighed, "But I don't know who did it."

Liang Jingwen subconsciously hid his missing left arm in his wide sleeve, and said, "I'll go and have a look."

His residence was not close to the narrow alley, he was anxious, asked for a carriage, gave the coachman a bunch of copper coins, and urged the coachman to hurry up.

He sat anxiously in the galloping carriage, covered in cold sweat. When he reached the narrow alley, he was thrown out of the car by the bumping carriage unexpectedly. He rolled five feet before he stopped, and his cheeks were cut several times. , but he didn't feel the pain at all, holding his breath and turning his head away, seeing that his left arm was well covered by the robe, he stood up just now.

He didn't have time to blame the coachman, he went straight to the crowd of spectators and said, "Let's give way."

He is well-known in Fengchun City, and when the spectators saw him, they quickly gave way to an aisle.

He walked in anxiously, his body was hot and cold, and his right hand was so nervous that he clenched his fist.

After walking about twenty steps, a severed wrist came into his eyes—it was his left wrist, indeed.

He couldn't help but knelt down on the bluestone slab, and picked up the severed wrist with his right hand, his face full of pain.

After a while, he grabbed the severed wrist, stood up abruptly, and walked out, with a slumped figure, staggering steps, and a dazed expression.

He didn't realize that his behavior was unreasonable. At this moment, he only had one thought: quickly take away the severed wrist, and quickly find a doctor to connect the severed wrist.

Suddenly, a person hurried up to him and asked sharply, "Liang Jingwen, what is your purpose in taking this severed wrist away?"

He acted as if he heard it, but also acted as if he didn't hear anything.

There was still residual blood at the cut of the wrist, the residual blood was dark red, and had already coagulated. Due to being held tightly by him, the blood in the dead flesh was squeezed, and in a short while, a blood clot fell down. It hit the bluestone board hard, and it burst again.

They hit his ears one after another, as if a blunt blade was gouging out his eardrum bit by bit.

His eardrums were subjected to such torture, and it took him a long time to piece together what the man said in his head, and his heart was shocked. He really didn't want to and couldn't expose his own disability in front of everyone. This matter, if this matter is known to the world... But as long as he takes away the severed wrist, he can find a genius doctor to connect the severed wrist, and his previous disability will pass unknowingly, even if the left wrist is gone again It doesn't matter if he is not as flexible as before, as long as his right hand is intact, he will definitely be able to win the Huiyuan and the No. 1 scholar with the pen and ink in his stomach, and become the No. [-] of the three yuan and the No.

He was fantasizing like this, but the middle-aged yamen servant who blocked his way pressed forward and said, "Liang Jingwen, you put down this severed wrist and leave it for inspection by you."

He knew that he might not be able to take the severed wrist away here, so in order to justify his actions just now, he lied and said: "My friend Lu Yuanbai's whereabouts are unknown. I heard that the severed wrist was found here, so I guessed it might be..."

He pretended to be choked with sobs: "Perhaps he was in misfortune, so when I saw the severed wrist, I subconsciously wanted to show it to his parents."

"Lu Yuanbai?" The middle-aged yamen servant pondered, "Lu Yuanbai has been missing for five days, and his parents have already reported to the government. After you say it, the severed wrist may indeed belong to Lu Yuanbai."

The middle-aged yamen servant raised his voice to another younger yamen servant, "Yu Yamen servant, please go and invite Lu Yuanbai's parents."

The Lu couple arrived soon, even though Liang Jingwen was reluctant, he had no choice but to hand over the severed wrist to them for inspection.

The Lu couple took the severed wrist, opened their eyes wide, and looked at it for a while, they both heaved a sigh of relief, then Lu's father said to the middle-aged yamen servant: "This severed wrist does not belong to my son."

Afterwards, the gangster came again, took the severed wrist from the Lu couple, checked it, and went to whisper to the middle-aged yamen servant.

Liang Jingwen couldn't hear what Wu Zuo said, and soon, the two yamen servants left with Wu Zuo, taking away his severed wrist.

He was dazed for a moment, had to make another plan, and then got into the carriage and left.

When he returned home, he was thinking hard about how to steal his severed wrist from the yamen, but before he could think of a way, he was afraid that the villain would come and harm him again.

He was restless, the Confucian shirt all over his body was dry and wet, wet and dry again and again, so that every part of his body was uncomfortable, and he didn't even take a few mouthfuls of lunch. Looking at Liang's mother's worried eyes, he After a few perfunctory sentences, he went back to his room.

Until the end of the day, he didn't think of a perfect way to get the severed wrist.

He ground his teeth and thought: That is obviously my left wrist, why do I have to think about how to get it back?

Suddenly, there was the sound of dripping water hitting his ear, and he followed the sound, and there was a large shadow in the corner of the wall.

He lit a candle to shine it, and under the candlelight was a strange living creature.

The face of the living creature was covered with dirty hair, and the skin leaking out from the hair was not half a piece of good flesh, every inch of the skin was turned outwards, probably because it was soaked in the river water, the exposed skin The flesh was pale and swollen, but there was a little bit of dark red slowly wriggling in it. Looking closely, it turned out to be strips of blood-sucking insects.

His pair of legs were deformed beyond measure, and all his toes were missing, as if they had been chipped. His left foot was only as thick as an adult man's thumb, while his right foot was drooping and uneven. His waist is similar, and the most concave part is equivalent to that left foot.

Liang Jingwen was terrified, Fang wanted to call for help, but he heard the living creature mumble, "Jingwen?"

Although the voice was split, Liang Jingwen could recognize that the owner of the voice was Lu Yuanbai.

Lu Yuanbai... Why did Lu Yuanbai become like this?

He didn't dare to touch Lu Yuanbai, but asked in a low voice: "Yuanbai, who harmed you?" Could he harm me?

Lu Yuanbai didn't seem to understand his question, so he tilted his head and smiled at him.

This smile was extremely terrifying, but Liang Jingwen recalled inappropriately when he was young, the days when he and Lu Yuanbai were studying together, were beaten on the palms by the teacher together, and skipped class together to steal cold melons in the fields.

In the next moment, a soft voice interrupted his trance: "Liang Jingwen, do you want to be like your friend Lu Yuanbai?"

Even though the content of these words made people feel cold all over, the tone was not tough at all, as if she was nestling in his arms after a cloud and rain, expressing her heartfelt love to him.

He opened his eyes wide and looked around by the candlelight, but there was no one else except himself and Lu Yuanbai.

When he went to see Lu Yuanbai again, that Lu Yuanbai disappeared out of thin air.

Could it be my imagination?

But if it was my imagination, where did the puddle of water in the corner come from?

He was trembling all over immediately, if he changed into the appearance of Lu Yuanbai just now, he might as well be dead.

Outside Liang's mother called him to have dinner, he had a pale face, concentrated his mind, and tried desperately to stop himself from trembling, but he couldn't.

Suddenly, he heard someone knocking on his window, he raised his eyes and saw a woman dressed in red, with astonishing beauty, but somehow her eyebrows were only half drawn.

If it was him before he broke his wrist, he would not refuse to talk to such a beautiful woman, but now he would not have any romantic thoughts.

But the woman in red pushed open his window, moved her body, stood in the room, walked in front of him calmly, and asked softly: "Liang Jingwen, did you see a female ghost?"

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small theater:

Because watermelon is cold, it was called cold melon in ancient times.

Chunwei will try