[New Peerless Double Pride 3] Over the years

It was the first time I saw Jiang Wuque in the cell of Qiuhuangdian.

He was treated with bruises all over his body, and I was responsible for his life, hanging his last breath, so that he could not die.

I walked into the cell and found it was very tidy, even the instruments of torture were placed neatly, waiting for the visit of the Palace Master once a day.

The master of Qiuhuang Palace seemed to be particularly interested in this prisoner, and he worked harder than going in and out of the master's wife's bedroom, and he would be so excited every time he came, that he showed obvious unsatisfactory interest every time he left.

My predecessor, one of the group doctors of Qiuhuangdian, heard that he was strangled to death by the lord of the hall with two fingers pinching his neck, because he did not do his best, and almost failed to save the important prisoner that the lord of the hall cared most about. .

Jiang Wuque.

I seem to have heard of this name before, and it seems to be related to Yihua Palace, which has been silent for a long time. He seems to have a brother named Jiang Xiaoyu, who once caused storms in the rivers and lakes, and also has an exciting martial arts legend.

But I don't know how, I'm not a martial arts person, and I haven't seen a few famous martial arts people. My family runs a pharmacy all over the world, and my father was selected by Qiu Huangdian as a hired worker, that is, to take care of Jiang, who was locked in a cell. No shortage of prisoners.

But my mother was reluctant to part with my father. She thought that those who came to the Emperor's Palace would one day be carried into a coffin with their feet off the ground. My mother gave birth to two sons, who were her lifeblood, and my father was her roommate. Liang, and I, are money-losers in her eyes.

So I came here, dressed as a man, knew medical skills, and said that he was my father's young and strong son, and it was not a lie.

When I entered the cell, the guards exited the door to continue guarding.

The prisoner is the most important person in Qiuhuangdian other than the hall master. Without orders, no one can even approach the cell.

It was this man, named Jiang Wuque, who changed the fate of our family, but was beaten and bruised all over, and pitifully locked in the corner of the cell floor.

It is said that he was always hung on the wall, but this time he was seriously injured, so he was chained to the ground by amnesty.

I walked up to him and smelled blood and medicinal wine.

He had been changed and his whole body was clean.

I turned his face to find his eyes closed.

Has passed out.

Take his pulse first, and then apply the medicine. He didn't wake up once, and he didn't move. He was at my mercy. I finished all the procedures and pushed him gently—"Jiang Wuque?"

He didn't move at all, as if he was dead.

In the next few days, every time I saw him, except for the new wounds that were constantly piled up, it was as if I saw a dead person.

The guard outside the door said that this person has been arrested and imprisoned here for seven years. It is really rare that he is not crazy, because if he faces someone like the Hall Master, he will probably be going crazy.

But already demented.

It was the first time I saw him sober, and it was also the first time I saw the Palace Master.

In the middle of the night, I was woken up from the bed, and it was said that the palace master tortured Jiang Wuque, and his hands were heavy for a while, so he hurriedly sent someone to call me.

I walked into the cell, which was different from the usual bleakness, this time it was actually brightly lit.

The hall master stood inside, Jiang Wuque was locked opposite him, his hands were hung on the wall, his head was hanging down, and he couldn't see his eyes.

The protector reported my arrival, the hall master waved his hand, and I stepped forward.

I didn't dare to look up, and walked straight to Jiang Wuque.

An inch of his chest was branded with an iron, that's why he was so angry.

I carried the active medicine with me, raised my head, held his chin with my hand, and wanted to feed it to him.

I saw his eyes, the first time I saw his full and clear eyes, eyes that couldn't see the spirit like a blind man, I put the pill in his mouth, patted the back of his neck for him to swallow, and he was done The swallowing movement seemed to be unconscious.

"Are you dead?"

The voice of the palace master sounded behind me. I was too frightened to move. After a long silence, I replied: "I won't die for the time being, but the burn on my chest needs to be treated with medicine as soon as possible, and the carrion should be cut off to prevent it from festering."

"Won't die? If you don't die, get out of the way first."

I retreated to the side, wanting to leave this place of right and wrong, but I dare not make my own decisions.

The hem of the palace master's clothes passed in front of me, I watched his footsteps move, and finally stopped beside Jiang Wuque,

In the bright cell, the only soft voice sounded.

The innate Lord of the Emperor Qiu has a clear and soft voice. Every sound he speaks is very delicate, giving people the illusion that this is a gentle person, but the illusion will be broken in one blow. The lord of the hall is extremely cruel.

I don't know what he did to Jiang Wuque, I didn't dare to look at it, and I couldn't bear to delve into it, but Jiang Wuque's urge to die was very slight, but it no longer sounded like a human voice.

"Aren't you willing to speak?" the Palace Master asked, with a smile in his question, "Don't you care how I treat that person?"

The person who was beaten slowly calmed down, even if he was in severe pain, he just endured it until he trembled. I saw Jiang Wuque's bound feet trembling slightly, which was the kind of uncontrollable rhythm of the body to the extreme.

I held my breath and clenched my fists. This prison cell was terrifying. One side was full of scars, and the other side was endless. I stood aside and acted as an accomplice, but I couldn't stop anything, and I couldn't even force myself to ignore something.

Everything that happened in front of me, I lowered my head, and clearly heard another strange voice, indifferent, intermittent, and silent.

"Don't touch him...you don't have to threaten him every time..."

Jiang Wuque's voice is different from what I imagined, as if I think the voice of the hall master is gentle, I think Jiang Wuque's dead silence, but I used to think that he should be the kind of submissive and weak person who is used to being tortured, like a terminally ill person , It shouldn't be this kind of dullness that reveals dead silence.

Now his voice is very soft, already weak, but flat.

He was sober, even though the big guard outside the door always said that he was in a daze, but at this moment, his voice was extremely sober.

There is even a kind of coldness that does not require anyone's sympathy. He is just an unbearable prisoner, but when the other party controls his own life and death, he is so calm, as if he has a kind of pride naturally, and things will not change with time. , without any changes.

"Very good," the voice of the hall master was still kind, without any trace of irritability, "You know that you are in the best situation. I do only have one bargaining chip, but this alone is enough to make your life worse than death."

Life is better than death... These four words echoed in the prison cell, everyone held their breath, and these four words lingered in their ears for a long time.

"I really want you to die..." The Palace Master smiled, "But if I see you die, I will not bear it, Hua Wuque..."

No shortage of flowers.

I heard the name, I suddenly heard the name.

The rumored Hua Wuque, the son of Wuque from Yihua Palace.

Lowering my head even lower, I thought of myself always calling him Jiang Daxia, thinking of him being imprisoned in this secret room of Qiuhuang Palace for many years, thinking of the bloody man hanging from the wall... this man is what I have learned all my life someone to protect.

Fortunately, my medical skills are not bad. After he has been tortured in a thousand ways, I am still able to keep him.

Also save yourself by the way.

I think, I never foresee that one day, in this situation, I will meet the rumored person, and I can't get rid of it.

And my life, since then, probably exists only to continue Jiang Wuque's heart.

And he is no longer the Hua Wuque in the Jianghu anecdote.

For the Hall Master, I don't have much resentment for being manipulated. For Jiang Wuque, I don't even know whether I should sympathize or care more as a community of life.

"Yes..." The person named Jiang Wuque responded, "I really don't know how much you hate me, but you have done enough...to make me hate you to the bone..."

Slap——the hall master slapped him across the face.

Jiang Wuque just paused slightly, his voice was very low and cold, "As you wish... I would rather die now... Please keep your promise..."

Pa—— Another slap in the face, "What qualifications do you have to ask me to keep my promise?"

Jiang Wuque coughed lightly, and my heart fluctuated accordingly. From experience, his cough was suffocated, and there should be blood in the cough.

But I still didn't dare to look up. I was terrified to hear the melodious voice of the hall master echoing in the bright cell. I?"

Jiang Wuque didn't respond again, the hall master took the whip, and the whip began to whip.

Falling on the ground sparked sparks, which made me unable to close my eyes to hide, but opened them again immediately. I knew very well that Jiang Wuque's situation was not good, so no matter how scared I was, I had no choice but to open my eyes to see what happened.

It is my responsibility.

I raised my head, and from the side, I saw Jiang Wuque whose hands and feet were bound and whose breathing was weak.

He opened his eyes halfway, looking at the whip shadows coming towards him without any hesitation.

He couldn't dodge it, and he wasn't going to dodge it, he just stared blankly. When he slightly raised his eyes, his eyes were very calm, but the whip marks that were about to fall on his eyelids seemed to make him unmoved. With a bloody mark, it was drawn on his left eye.

Blood flowed profusely, he didn't close his eyes, and the whip eventually deflected, otherwise, his eyeballs could be knocked out.

I raised my feet and wanted to step forward, because it was my duty to treat him, but I was hesitant. On this occasion, neither the hall master nor the guardian said a word. What am I? He is not qualified to assert himself in front of so many superiors.

So this step out must be my life or death.

Everyone knows that the Palace Master's temper is very bad, and it is indescribable how bad it is.

The Hall Master is not the kind of vicious person who would make people fearful at first sight—Hall Master, it should be said that he is scary because he is unpredictable.

He wears a weird mask all the year round, covering half of his face, so he can't see happiness or anger.

And I only looked at him from a distance, but I didn't dare to look him directly in the eyes.

But I know very well that since he has become the Palace Master, he must have some extraordinary means.Just like the way he threatened Jiang Wuque, he didn't beat him to death, he kept him here as a prisoner who would never see the light of day, he didn't let him die, he said: "I sympathize with your loyalty as a disciple of Yaoyue. , since you are unwilling to confide in the method of transferring flowers and jades until you die, then I will not force you. I hired a puppet master for you. Give it to me to rule, and you won't have to suffer like this again."

From the corners of Jiang Wuque's eyes, dark red blood flowed past, and his face was covered with blood. I couldn't see his reaction when he heard the news, whether it was fear or relief.

The hall master smiled with a good temper, put down his whip and walked out of the cell, and then all the people also filed out.

The protector signaled me to go forward to treat Jiang Wuque's wounds, so even the last person retreated.

Restoring the dimly lit cell, only me and the blood-stained prisoner were left.

I stepped forward to unlock him and carefully supported him to sit against the wall.

Not long after, the guards brought clean water and put it by the door, and the medicine box and various tools were also handed over to me.

I carefully wiped off the blood on the injured person's face with a silk handkerchief. Jiang Wuque slowly closed his eyes while I was constantly wiping and cleaning the handkerchief. I finally wiped the blood away, and saw that the flesh at the corners of his eyes had rolled away. One can imagine how much force was used in that whip.

"Hero Jiang?" I shook him gently, "Are you awake? Can you open your eyes, I want to see if you hurt your eyes."

He didn't respond.

"Master Jiang?"

Finally slowly opened his eyes, but he just looked forward, not at me.

The lights here are dim, I can only get closer and closer, until my face is reflected in his pupils, he looks at me quietly, and I carefully examine his eyes.

With eyes without light and spirit, I don't think he is a person who is used to lying, so he is right, he is here, life would be better than death.

Here, the narrow cells are endless, life is worse than death.

It doesn't matter what has been lost, and it doesn't matter what to look forward to.

I carefully applied the medicine to him, and initially treated the wound at the corner of his eye, followed by the bruises all over his body and the scalds.

The rib dislocation last time has not healed, and this time the injury is only worse.

All along, I dutifully applied medicine and bandages to him, whether facing a comatose person, or like this time, he was awake but unable to respond.

He didn't say a word, turned a blind eye to me bending his arms at will, or taking off all his clothes, just let me fiddle with it, let me, he closed his eyes quietly.

External injury plus internal injury, his body is very hot and feverish, which means that I will not be able to sleep tonight. When I go out, I ask the elder brother guard to prepare medicinal materials for decoction, turn around and walk back to the cell, sit next to this person, and accompany him, in case His injury has changed.

Then I thought, Jiang Wuque is here day and night, in fact, I am not much better than him, and I can only accompany him, day and night.

endless.

When the guard came in with the medicine, I fell asleep leaning against the corner of the wall without knowing it.

"Hero Jiang." I took the medicine to wake up Jiang Wuque, "It's time to drink the medicine."

The medicine bowl was in my hand, and I fed him the bitter medicinal soup spoon by spoon.

He didn't think it was wrong, and took the medicine obediently, even though I think no one would like to be treated like this and be given medicine one mouthful after another like being treated like waste, but I can see that he has long been used to it, and even no longer It felt like I fed him to his mouth and he swallowed it. When all this happened, he reacted spontaneously and unconsciously.

Unlike when he was facing the Palace Master, he was sober and indifferent.

At this time, he was indifferent to everything, like a real living corpse.

I am very clear that I should not communicate with him more. My task is only to keep him alive, so there is no point in showing kindness to him. He said, if he succeeds, there will be no more Jiang Wuque in this world.

In contrast, it is just a puppet of Qiu Huangdian.