The villain is far from my CP!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Bai Qiao got on his horse again with a sullen face, and went back after going out of the city.

This scene made He Cheng feel a little familiar.

Two years ago, before Ganfang moved to the inner city, in order to give away a title deed for a shop in Xishui Street, His Highness the Third Highness did not hesitate to hide in the side of the small courtyard and observe secretly. Come out, and silently shrink back in embarrassment.

Gee.

"Deputy General He, the ulcer doctor is already waiting in the city, should we go now?"

The subordinate's voice came from beside him, and He Cheng came back to his senses. He was worried about Qi Changting's legs, and immediately stepped into the city.

But things still far exceeded his expectations.

The boy's upper body was covered with layers of welts, and the coagulated blood and new flesh and blood were blurred together.

Pots of clean water came in, turned into bloody water, and went out. After the bandages were wrapped up, the upper body had no good skin exposed outside.

And this is just a skin trauma, Qi Changting's left leg was left with two blood holes in the knee by a venomous snake called Zhouqing on the grassland, and the fangs were directly pierced under the patella.

The poison master must have done it on purpose!

He Cheng clenched his fists, trembling with anger, wishing he could tear the man to pieces right away.

"This kind of snake venom is not fatal, but the damage to the bones is terrible." The doctor frowned, and pressed a few acupuncture points on the comatose boy from time to time. I just slumped on the couch."

"Then, what should we do then!" He Cheng was so shocked that his hands and feet were cold.

His majesty is a master of lightness kung fu, and his hidden weapon is superb, if he can only lie on the couch in the future, then!

The ulcer doctor sighed softly, "Do your best in a humble job."

"In addition, please ask the deputy general to fetch a rope and tie His Highness to the couch." The ulcer doctor said again: "Detoxification is not better than poisoning. He will probably wake up from the pain, but he must not move around when the needle is administered."

When he heard that he would wake up from the pain, He Cheng's face turned pale again, and after a long while, he nodded with difficulty.

After everything was arranged, the ulcer doctor wrote a prescription for He Cheng and drove him away.

He Cheng's hands holding the prescription were sweaty, and he hurried to the pharmacy next door when he heard the sound of the door opening behind him.

He stopped in a daze, looked back, and caught a woman's green gown disappearing between the doors.

The young guard froze on the spot for a while, with red eyes, took a deep breath of the warm wind of early spring.

Your Highness, you must make it through.

Outside the dream, the sky is clear and the spring breeze is blowing.

In the dream, dark clouds overwhelmed the city, and heavy rain poured down.

Qi Changting only remembered being ups and downs in his nightmare, reviewing the tragic death of his elder brother and mother concubine over and over again, the distorted and ugly faces of the empress and emperor, and Qi Jingmin's insane smile.

Duantang Pavilion, Chunhe Palace, Zichen Palace, and empty streets.

He stood in the rain at a loss, thinking for a moment that he would disappear into the world with the pouring rain.

At this moment, a sudden sharp pain exploded in his body.

This feeling is not unfamiliar, Qi Changting thought indifferently.

It seemed that it had been a long time, so long that he couldn't remember the specific time, and he was repeating the same torture every day.

But soon he felt something was wrong.

Another silver needle was carefully burned by candlelight, easily penetrated the skin, and gently twisted in the hands of the ulcer doctor.

"Hmm!" The young man let out a muffled groan unexpectedly, his eyes finally opened, and his sanity completely recovered.

The sight is the long-lost light, not the gloomy torch, but the room full of sunshine.The end of the nose also seemed to have finally lost the disgusting blood and dampness, and the faint dry smell of the bedding was mixed with a hint of mint fragrance that made him trance.

The boy subconsciously wanted to stand up and look in the direction of the source of the smell, but found that his body was firmly tied to the couch.

Severe pain almost swept across the entire left side of the body. Before the murderous look gushed out of the young man's eyes, the elderly ulcer doctor looked over solemnly and gently, "Your Highness bear with it, Zhouqing's toxin penetrates into the bone, it will hurt a little if you want to pull it out."

Your Highness...

Reality and dreams, light and darkness are mixed and separated.

Ah, he seemed, rescued.

Qi Changting remembered belatedly.

Then, that name immediately jumped into my mind.

Aqiao, is she there?

However, the ulcer doctor didn't give him much time to react, the last silver needle landed on his ankle.

The boy's body trembled violently, the veins on the side of his neck bulged, his teeth were clenched, and his fingers tightened on the bedding to stop the cry of pain.

Doctor Canker quickly cut a hole beside the silver needle, almost black poisonous blood spurted out instantly, and then seeped out drop by drop.

He finally adjusted the depth of some of the silver needles, heaved a sigh of relief, and bowed deeply to Qi Changting. "Stop the needle for half an hour, the old man will come again."

After saying that, without waiting for Qi Changting's consent, he left without looking back.

As if he couldn't wait to escape.

In fact, Qi Changting didn't have a mental health care doctor anymore.

The room fell silent for an instant, and he could only hear his short gasps due to the severe pain that almost tore his body.

The pain did not weaken with the adaptation of the penis, but tended to intensify.

The young man's cheeks blushed, and finally he couldn't help but let go of his jaw and let out a painful cry.

The voice seemed to be squeezed out of the throat, a little hoarse, and indescribably fragile.

In a blind corner of the room that he couldn't see, the girl lowered her eyes and twitched her fingers heavily.

Even the heart throbbed violently.

She wanted to come and see him and say thank you,

And sorry.

However, when he really woke up, he didn't know how to face it.

After all, he boasted before, saying that as long as he came back, he would give him an answer.

But that answer, she hasn't figured it out yet.

So one second before the boy opened his eyes, he dodged and hid in a corner.

The girl froze, her ears pricked up.

Every gasp of the young man seemed to knock on the heart, she heard him swallowing hard, heard his fingers tightening the quilt, and heard the small beast-like sobs that occasionally overflowed from his throat.

After an unknown period of time, her legs began to feel numb, and the movement outside gradually became quieter.

The clenched fist was slowly released, and the palm that was worn out by the nails brought out a sharp and continuous pain.

She moved a step slightly, wanting to look at him, but suddenly hurried footsteps came from outside the house.

Bai Qiao looked over vigilantly, and retracted the steps he had taken with great difficulty.

The door opened, and He Cheng's figure flashed in, followed by a strong smell of sour and bitter medicine.

The corner of the room cannot be seen from the angle of the bed, but the door can give a panoramic view of the room.

Her guilty gaze met He Cheng's astonishment for a moment, and then she hurriedly turned away.

He Cheng's steps paused, but he didn't say much after all.

The guard spoke again, as if talking to himself, or speaking to someone.

"His Highness fell asleep again, so it is convenient to feed the medicine."

Bai Qiao opened his mouth, thinking that he probably didn't fall asleep, but passed out from the pain.

There was another sharp pain in the heart, the girl bit the tip of her tongue, finally took a step, and quietly walked to the side of the couch.

She saw him at last.

For a long time in the past, she has always guessed that Qi Changting's figure should be very good, and she can't help but look at it secretly. Even Xiao wanted to have a quick look, but never thought it was in such a situation.

The bandages covered the entire upper body of the boy, and there were faint spots of blood from the struggle just now.

The hands and feet were tied to the head of the bed by soft brocade, and the trouser leg of the jacket on the left leg was cut off, and the frightening blue-purple lines floated under the thin skin, which was shocking.

Six silver needles were placed on different acupuncture points, and the wound on the ankle was like a dripping glass, with black and red blood seeping out little by little.

Even though she was already mentally prepared, the girl couldn't help but tightly covered her mouth.

I couldn't cry, but the tears poured out uncontrollably.

Bai Qiao suddenly hated himself for being cowardly.

Obviously, when he told He Cheng that he wanted to give the boy an answer, he had already thought about it.

A boy who can do this for her, isn't it worth it for her to take that step.

But in the end, she still is!

Is her courage so expensive? !

Beside the couch, He Cheng clumsily held a small spoon, carefully pinched the boy's jaw, and pried open the subconsciously clenched teeth.

However, as soon as the soup entered his throat, He Cheng saw the boy's throat rolling and was about to swallow it, but the next moment he spurted it out suddenly.

Thick hostility gushed out from the pitch-black eyes, He Cheng was so frightened that he almost threw the spoon.

This is a familiar scene.

He Cheng's heart skipped a beat. A few years ago, when he didn't meet Baiqiao, Qi Changting was forced to drink medicine by the imperial doctor in the palace.

But, isn't it already healed? Why!

The woman's fingers in golden armor tore open the nightmare, and the sour taste of the medicine entered her nostrils, and a grand fire was ignited in her mind.

The teenager had a splitting headache, and felt stomach cramps and retching.

"Your Highness, Your Highness?!" He Cheng whispered anxiously to no avail.

"Well, what should I do, the decoction has to be fed before the injection, why doesn't he drink it again!"

Confused, He Cheng turned his head to look at Baiqiao in panic.

The girl hurriedly wiped her eyes, tore off the mint sachet from her waist, and brought it to Qi Changting's nose.

The retching gradually subsided, and He Cheng tried to send a spoonful of soup, but Qi Changting refused to speak because of the smell of mint.

He Cheng's heart turned cold, and he suddenly thought of something, "Nightmare, could it be because of the nightmare."

He knew about the nightmare bet between His Highness and the Poison Master, and he didn't know what the Poison Master's nightmare was, but His Highness's...

How did the real Third Highness die back then, how did Concubine Duan and His Highness's grandfather's family disappear, and why His Highness suffered from the chronic illness of not being able to drink medicine.

He Cheng's expression was gray and defeated, and his remorse almost overwhelmed him.

Suddenly, the medicine bowl in my hand was empty.

He raised his eyes in a daze, and saw Baiqiao with red eyes, holding a medicine bowl and pressing down on Qi Changting's couch with one knee.

"Open your mouth." There was a slight tremor in the girl's voice, but it was more viciously determined.

The faint scent of peppermint penetrated into the nostrils, the teenager's jaw loosened for a moment, but he quickly bit it tighter.

Nightmare's medicine surged up, and the originally dark eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog.

He didn't know what he saw, he shook his head and flinched back desperately, but being bound was futile.

But in the next moment, five fingers wrapped in bandages brushed across his waist, the boy's pupils shrank sharply, his fingers tightened his grip on the bedding under him, but his body softened suddenly, and he let out an uncontrollable snort.

The breathing is intertwined, the lips and teeth are intertwined, and the sour and bitter medicine enters the throat.

The girl pressed her fingers against the boy's neck, and her black hair was spread on the snow-white bandage.

The boy's widened eyes were foggy, and the tails of his eyes were red.

The senses are only a touch of mint.