Duan Zhishaohua

Everything in the study room was omitted, as if it was drenched in a torrent of hot water, coming in waves.Hate is ruthless, scolding is unintentional, and hands-on can't be done.The breath is heavy like black iron, and the sound of falling to the ground.

Duan Shaohua didn't listen to the phrase "calm down", to be precise, he couldn't listen to other words at this time.There is only madness in the mind, only hatred.

Duan Shaohua thinks of the green willows cooking smoke, the full moon, and the childish language of the maidservant Bao.For several years and months, with joyous voices and language companions, flowers bloom into the new year.In fact, the years are quiet and good, free and worry-free.

Now it's like a bird in a cage, it can't fly high if it has wings, and it can't go far if it has feet.Bound and tied, I am worried every day, and if I am not careful, it will hurt both physically and mentally.Such a dark day is really too difficult, too difficult.

He has endured it until now, there is only half a year left, and six months are at the flick of a finger.He can wait patiently, why does Prince Jing have to obstruct so much.

Maybe Pei Jing won't let him go, maybe one year and one more year.Duan Shaohua never dared to face it squarely, but now that he faces it clearly, he is no longer able to restrain his reason, his emotions are broken, and he completely ignores his hatred.

He thumped towards the wall of flesh that blocked him, punch after punch, each blow hard.For the forced humiliation that day, for the hard-working and hard-working that has been buried in my heart for many years.

No matter how much effort he used, the anger in his heart still remained undiminished.

He looks like a madman, and Pei Jing also knows that talking too much is useless.All he could do was take or hide the punches he swung one after another, trying to calm him down.

Duan Shaohua couldn't hear or feel it at all, and all his strength was concentrated on the fist.He beat Pei Jing, but it was as if he had hit a stone, and his fists were red and swollen.

Time has become a hook, Pei Jing only thinks that Duan Shaohua is out of control for a while.However, Duan Shaohua showed no signs of stopping when blocked.

His thick eyebrows were tightly knit, Pei Jing's patience seemed to go only so far, he growled impatiently: "Enough."

After finishing speaking, a punch flew in and hit Pei Jing directly in the face.

The sound of fists hitting flesh passed by his ears, directly hurting the prince's body.

Pei Jing was furious, his eyes met, and flames burst out.

"Have you had enough trouble?" Pei Jing raised his hand, grabbed Duan Shaohua's front and pulled him closer.The shadow of anger was printed in each other's eyes.

"Why do you blame this king." He roared, but his words were blunt, "If this king hadn't..." Pei Jing's throat was clogged, but he didn't continue.

Why did he make a mistake, and why did he do it.

Duan Shaohua is just a luthier, but he is a prince.He wanted to keep him, so why didn't he accept it.

"What do you want!" Pei Jing stared at him, "Ronghua, status, and the number one luthier in the capital."

Every word he said made Duan Shaohua want to laugh and provoked countless humiliations, "I want you to die."

The sharp words made Pei Jing furious.

He gripped Duan Shaohua's skirt tightly, and slapped Duan Shaohua hard on the face with all his hatred.

Duan Shaohua didn't speak of pain, didn't struggle, just looked at him coldly with those eyes, as if saying: You don't regret dying.

Pei Jing laughed back in anger, his eyes were about to split open, "Okay, you will wait for me for the rest of your life."

After all, with a sudden wave, Duan Shaohua was thrown away.

They bumped into a candlestick, knocked over a vase, and the precious things turned into rubbish.

When Duan Shaohua was overturned, he was ignorant for a moment, and seemed to be in pain, but it seemed to be a hallucination.

He supported the ground with both hands, and tried several times but couldn't stand up.

There was a faint warmth flowing over the face, flowing down one cheek, but it was familiar but couldn't tell what it was.

Accompanied by the stinging pain, Duan Shaohua blinked hard, and everything he saw was clear.

It was bright red, and a large piece of porcelain was lying on the ground, with blood on every corner.

It turned out that he was throwing himself on the pile of broken porcelain vases, Prince Jing exerted so much force that he fell so heavily.The broken porcelain was sharp and touched the flesh, immediately drawing a wound on Duan Shaohua's face.

Raising his hand to caress, it made the wound even more stinging.

The blood stained his fingers, Pei Jingli saw it.His eyes narrowed, "Where is the injury?"

It was just a small injury, Duan Shaohua sighed slowly.I don't want to stay in this place anymore.

After a long time, Duan Shaohua finally stood up in a daze, his steps staggered, his whole body lost temperature, and he didn't seem to notice the cold sweat dripping into his flesh and blood.

The two young servants stood outside the door in horror, wanting to look but not daring to look, also sweating profusely.

But Duan Shaohua felt that he couldn't reach the wooden door so close.His weak legs could no longer support his whole body, so he tried to support something outside, but when he slipped on one side of his body, he fell down.

The footsteps were chaotic and loud, and the pieces of clothes were floating in front of my eyes, but Duan Shaohua was powerless to look at them.

In a hurry, Duan Shaohua was carried into the inner courtyard.

Dong'er, who had been anxious for a whole day, stayed in the room, and finally waited for the news. What he saw was that his young master was carried into the room by a group of people.Shocked and anxious, he almost fell down with Duan Shaohua.

Now, make the bed, boil the water, call the doctor, the room is full of busy people.

Doctor Han came soon, and the moment he saw Duan Shaohua, his expression was inexplicably different.

It turned out to be this Mr. Duan again!

Diagnosed by Dr. Han, the qi and blood are surging, indicating that the anger is strong.Simply put, it is dizzy.

Dong'er, who was sobbing faintly by the bed, raised his head in astonishment, but he didn't dare to say more.

She twisted a sweat towel, gently wiped Duan Shaohua's cheeks, and slowly wiped away the dried blood.

A slender wound landed below the left eye, and there was still a faint smell of blood from the wound.While wiping, Dong'er couldn't help sighing softly.

She didn't know what happened to the young master, but how could he hurt his face so badly.

If scars are left, what will the prince think?

Dong'er's movements were even more careful, "Doctor Han, may the injury on the young master's face be healed?"

Dr. Han was lying on the table writing pharmacy, and after listening to Dong'er's words, he said, "It's okay."

"But if there is a scar!" Dong'er was anxious and wanted to ask, but when his eyes touched, he saw Duan Shaohua and woke up leisurely.

"My lord." The worry was gone, replaced by joy.

Duan Shaohua's face was slightly pale, and his eyes were half-opened, but he didn't seem to see Dong'er at all, and only slowly swept around.

"Young master." Dong'er shouted, worried about his absent-minded appearance.

After a while, Duan Shaohua smiled and nodded to her, indicating that he was fine.

But then he closed his eyes again, as if he had returned to a coma.

"Young Master, are you tired?" Dong'er said softly, tucking him in a soft quilt.

"I'm very sleepy, you can go down too." Duan Shaohua turned sideways, but Dong'er gasped.

"Young master has an injury on his face, don't..." Duan Shaohua waved his hand towards her halfway through the speech, and said a little tiredly: "Go down, don't bother me if you have nothing to do."

He obviously spoke so directly that Dong'er choked on his words.She could only look at Dr. Han for help, but she shook her head coolly, "Then listen to your son."

Even Dr. Han said the same thing, so Dong'er could only nod his head.He bent down and left the bed lightly.

The golden light in the courtyard is like that, the leaves are sunburned, and the head is drooping and listless.

According to Dr. Han's words, Duan Shaohua is actually fine, but his chest is stagnant and depressed.Speaking of it, the disease is in my heart, and the medicine stone is just an aid. The main thing is to broaden my mind and keep happy.As for the wound on the face, it was a bit deep, and the porcelain slice was quite deep into the flesh, so it needed to be protected well.Ointments such as scar removal are even more indispensable.

Although it was a doctor's talk, Duan Shaohua was really powerless to laugh, he agreed on the surface, and then found an excuse to let Dr. Han go.

Duan Shaohua lay down for two days.

There is indeed not much discomfort in the body, but it is lazy and lacks energy, and it looks very tired every time it sits or moves.His complexion was ashen, and he could only see sadness.

Dong'er was secretly anxious, but he really didn't know what happened.He neither dares to speak nonsense nor disturb him, so he can only cook up the medicinal soup, hoping to help Duan Shaohua recuperate his body as soon as possible.

The strong smell of medicine leaked from the porcelain bowl, and the whole room was smoked.Summer is hot in Japan, and the smell of medicine is so disgusting, Duan Shaohua almost didn't even think about it, he waved Donger directly, "Take it out."

Dong'er was taken aback, the medicine bowl on the plate was still hot, and he could not help persuading: "But this medicine is cooked according to Dr. Han's instructions. Young Master is not feeling well, so if you don't drink the medicine, how will you get better?"

Although it was words of reassurance, Duan Shaohua was disturbed to hear it.Just looking back at Dong'er's hair soaked in sweat from the decoction, my heart softened again.

"Bring it here." Duan Shaohua compromised, he was still lazy, just leaning against the bed and not wanting to move.

Dong'er was delighted, he quickly put the medicine bowl, and fanned Duan Shaohua beside him.

"Forget it, I'm not too hot. It's just that the medicine is bitter. Go and get me some candied fruit." Duan Shaohua picked up the medicine bowl casually, pretending to be about to drink it.

Dong'er immediately responded, and Duan Shaohua also mixed the medicine bowl, but he didn't intend to drink it.

The doors and windows are half closed, letting out a lot of light and shadow, and there is not even the sound of cicadas. The quieter, the more boring.

Duan Shaohua stared at a spot of light printed on the wall, a small round piece, the size of a copper coin, faintly seemed to seep into the snow-white wall.

The light spot didn't move anymore, Duan Shaohua blinked, but he was sleepy.

He tilted his head and leaned on the soft pillow, his eyes gradually became weak, and the strength in his hands was also withdrawn.The belated sleepiness swept through his body, and his mind soon became empty.

The summer is scorching, and the weather can change suddenly.Seeing the scorching sun, the sky suddenly changed in the next moment.

It was noon, and the scorching sun was gradually disappearing, only to see patches of dark clouds covering the sky, covering the golden light.After a while, the wind was strong, blowing the treetops, rolling up the dust, and hearing the doors and windows rattling.

There was a cool wind blowing in, driving away the hot air, Duan Shaohua only felt cool and comfortable, and the dry and hot feeling on his chest dissipated a lot.Sinking deep into the soft pillow makes you sleep more comfortably.

The wind whistled, and the dark clouds gathered more and more, until the sky and the earth sank down.It rained after a while.

Coming with the wind, violent and rapid.The heavy rain was crackling, and the water vapor penetrated through the window, bringing a fragrance of grass and trees.

Duan Shaohua didn't seem to notice it at all, and the whole person was deeply in a dream.Heitian Wuyou was also the deepest sleep he had in the past two days.

Immersed in a dream, the sound of the rain, which was originally loud, turned into a crisp and mellow sound, which is even more exciting.

The cool wind repeatedly entered the window, and there was no warmth in the room, and the body gradually cooled down.

□The arm outside the quilt seemed to be cold, Duan Shaohua only frowned in his dream, and moved his fingers slightly.

In a trance, the coolness seemed to disappear, and the pleasant crisp sound became much smaller.A piece of warmth fell on his forehead, gradually enveloping the clammy skin.

There was a voice above his head, "I think his face is still very pale, is this medicine just for display!"

Although he spoke softly, he could already hear the sound of gasping in a low voice.