[New Peerless Double Pride 3] Over the years

Escaping and being imprisoned again...Jiang Wuque, who experienced some twists and turns in his prison life, should say that his mentality has also changed somewhat.

When he can take off the bloody coat on his shoulders without hesitation, and show me a few inscriptions on his shoulders that he made out of interest - Yihua Palace lackey Jiang Wuque!

Impressive and glaring, he rubbed his fingers over the wound, appearing calm and self-deprecating.

I understand why the Palace Master's methods are becoming more and more cruel day by day, because Jiang Wuque, who had died once, suddenly became calm, but he was not depressed, which made those who hated him gnash their teeth even more.

It's just that I have also seen him groping on the ground with weak fingers, trying to pick up an iron tool to scratch and engrave on his shoulders.

The five fingers were gathered together, and the wrist was trembling because he couldn't bear the load. After many years, many people still recalled that lofty and perfect young man with longing, but now he couldn't even hold an iron torture tool.

I also heard him talk about the Yihua Palace in the past. There was not much resentment and resentment, but he simply described the scenery of Xiuyu Valley, which is full of youthfulness and beauty.

He promised me that one day he would tell an anecdote about being one of the two prides. The topic often started after the injury, pain, endurance, diagnosis and treatment, chatting... to calm down.

The hall master did it on purpose. He pulled out all the herbs that could relieve the pain. The method of paralyzing the acupoints with needles has long since failed. Fortunately, Jiang Wuque is the most cooperative patient I have ever seen. I can still barely breathe to relax myself.He is really patient, but being patient does not mean that there is no pain. A person who can endure thousands of cuts and a person who screams pain even when a needle is pricked are just different in their endurance, and there will be no pain. any difference.

Every time I sewed up the wound and dealt with all kinds of bloody trauma, my mouth kept busy, thinking of various topics to distract him, and sometimes I crossed the line. Familiar people generally disagree.

He thinks that I shouldn't be obedient and disobedient, and that disobedience to Emperor Qiu's palace master is not beneficial. Even if it is out of sympathy, when making such an important decision such as secretly releasing prisoners, you should at least take your own safety into consideration.

But I always think he is too resigned to fate—"Do you think you are protecting Jie Xinghen?" I asked once, "But why do I always feel that your attitude all the time is cruel to Jie Xinghen! You You're pushing him down your old road—only he can't have any fun on that road, unlike you!"

"Fun?" Jiang Wuque laughed, "You said that I regard my life as a joke... as a kind of fun?"

"But you don't hate Yihua Palace, do you? When you are in it, the scenery you see in your eyes is so beautiful, and the ultimate Mr. Wuque is gentle and considerate, instead of asking yourself why every day like Jie Xinghen. Come on, he is only eight years old, but there is only hatred in his eyes, he can't be happy for a moment, and he even makes himself cold-blooded, is this what you want?!"

Jiang Wuque closed his mouth and did not refute anything.

I know that he will not discuss with me what is right and wrong, what should be done, and what should not be... As an authority, he understands what he has experienced better than me, and he should have known the identity of the palace master early on. Why would someone do everything possible to make his life worse than death... Many things I don't understand, Jiang Wuque can't explain to me, but at least one thing - he is trying to protect me, from the very beginning, he has been doing his best My best efforts will not drag me down...

In return, I hope to do something for him, although a few words cannot make a person who has suffered from prison to persist.

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When I got out of the prison cell one day, I was thinking all the way: how much hatred does a person have, and it took so long to not let go of myself and others.

When you have no other distractions, you pass by someone unexpectedly.

I realized something was wrong with hindsight. In the hallway, the footsteps stopped just behind me. I suddenly remembered the red mask that came into view the moment before, and the next moment I heard three words, back to me, no height The ups and downs of the voice - "Sun Yingyu." Mao Maoran was called by name.

After being surprised, I turned around, just in time for the other party to look back at me.

I never thought that I would have any intersection with the master of the hall, but he stood on the other side of the hall and easily said my name, the name of a small person, who was unexpectedly remembered by the master of the hall, so I was surprised, more It's not glory, it's panic.

I looked at the calm gaze in panic. The lines on the mask were like flames, and the edge only covered half of the cheeks. Underneath were the pale lips with no trace of blood. I suddenly covered my mouth with my hand, and I looked at it in shock. A lot of dark red blood overflowed from the man's fingers...

"Hall Master!" He took a step forward unconsciously, and at the same time, he also understood his intention of calling me down.

"Hold me." When he approached, his hand sank before he fully extended it, and he completely let me support him. It turned out that this person was not as calm and calm as he appeared on the surface, at least he was reluctant. As if nothing had happened, his robe was soaked in cold sweat.

"Help me to a place where there is no one."

I raised my head, and he wiped the blood from his lips with his sleeve, "Go to your room." It was still an order, unquestionable.

……

back to the room.

He helped the person to sit at the table, turned around and quickly closed the window and door, and heard a threatening order behind him: "Don't reveal a word about today's affairs."

"Yes." I lowered my head and walked back, standing by the table.

The lord closed his eyes and exercised his kung fu. From the corner of his eyes, he saw that his face turned blue and white, and after a while, another mouthful of blood spewed out, accompanied by my heartbeat. "Please use it, lord." I automatically and consciously handed out a clean square handkerchief , the other party took it in his hand, raised his eyes, and looked at me.

The extremely hostile eyes, the shape of the eyes are feminine and slender...

"Anything to say?" He asked, already seeing my hesitation to speak.

"Yes..." I hesitated, take care of yourself, I can't guarantee whether his injuries will worsen and eventually pass out in my room, so please volunteer, I don't want to, and I don't think I have the ability to diagnose his illness.

"Speak up if you have something to say." He had closed his eyes, and it seemed that he was about to practice his kung fu again.

Even though I don't know martial arts, I'm a doctor anyway. From a doctor's point of view, his meridians are blocked and his internal injuries are stagnant. Under such circumstances, trying to forcefully use kung fu to open up the meridians is tantamount to seeking death and adding more injuries Little, I'm afraid...

"Please ask your subordinates to take the pulse of the Hall Master." I gritted my teeth and made a request.

"Oh?" He responded lightly, "I'm dead, shouldn't you congratulate me?"

Slightly stunned, I didn't expect him to be so straight to the point. Of course, these words are not only aimed at me. In his eyes, even his trusted subordinates may wish for him to die as soon as possible.He didn't trust anyone, and he didn't feel that anyone was really thinking about him.

Naturally, I didn't come from the sincerity of Qiu Huang's subordinates. I was more concerned about saving my own life while taking care of the other party. He would not die so easily, but if he was seriously injured and attacked under my nose, then I was the one who dereliction of duty, so one can imagine what happened.

My wrist was laid flat on the table, I reached out two fingers to catch his veins, and turned to look at him.

I can't see his complexion clearly under the cover of the mask, but it's the unwiped blood on his lips, the red color has faded, but it still feels glaring.

The pulse is rapid and fluttering. If I hadn't been close to him face to face, I couldn't believe that such a terminally ill person could walk around in peace, hang around the cell every night, and take care of the prisoner he cares about the most... like this His pulse condition should have collapsed on the sickbed long ago, but when I looked at him with a frown, he looked back with a calm gaze. I think no one knows his body better than him, and he can actually ...Suddenly, I felt my fingertips tremble, and I stopped in panic.

"What?" The blood-stained lips opened and closed slightly, "How's the pulse condition, why are you so afraid?"

His voice is slightly hoarse, and the moody hall master can maintain a consistent thin voice even before he wants to put someone to death. I deeply regret my recklessness. If you judge the other party to death with your own words, even if the other party is not murderous as rumored, you will definitely not let me live to witness his death.

"What about the diagnosis?" he asked.

"Hallmaster's internal injury is deep," I couldn't hide it, "If I don't treat it in time, I'm afraid..."

"Life is short?" He spoke the following words for me.

"Then how to treat it?" asked again.

"Subordinate..." I clenched my fist, "Subordinate doesn't know."

"Heh." The hall master finally laughed out loud, "You took the initiative to ask Ying to diagnose my pulse, and after the diagnosis, you told me that I should be treated in time, but you don't know how to treat it. Then you say," he looked at me funny, "how should I do it?" reply you?"

"Subordinates, subordinates can treat symptoms for the Palace Master..."

"Enough!" Suddenly the voice turned sharper, a hand that had been resting on the table was suddenly raised, the movement was so fast that I didn't have time to react, the whole palm came to my eyes in an instant, and with the wind between the palms, it slapped towards my forehead .

I closed my eyes, my facial features squeezed into a ball, the strong pressure brought by this palm made me suffocate.

At this moment, my thoughts were completely blank, I just waited for him to slap down, and it should be what it should be.

However, I didn't have the expected brain burst, waited for a moment, and opened my eyes.

He actually stopped his hand, and the hand that was supposed to send me back to Huang Quan was now on his chest, and the next moment, a big mouthful of blood was about to come out.

A big mouthful of blood splashed all over the surface of the dark brown tea table, the bright red slowly turned darker and browner, which was shocking.

"What are you still doing?" At that time, he wiped away the blood on his lips with the back of his hand, and said coldly, "Didn't you say that it can cure the symptoms? Hurry up!"

"Ah? Yes! Yes..." I obsessively leaned forward, wanting to find out about his veins, and wanting to take off his clothes to give him an injection. Suddenly, I had a lot of clues. I stretched out my hand and then retracted it. Several times and three times, I fell into an unprecedented panic since practicing medicine.

"Enough!" The palace master was finally impatient, and grabbed my wrist suddenly, but I was caught in a panic, and I almost threw his whole palm away in shock.

"Hall, hall master..."

Turning my head, the two were very close. I looked at him at the most tense moment, so close that even the bloodshot pupils in the whites of the eyes could be easily distinguished, and I saw myself flustered in it.

It would be a lie to say that I am not afraid, for a person who can easily crush myself to death, I cannot pretend to be calm in front of him.

"Have you panicked enough?" asked the same impatient question, his voice was blocked after vomiting blood, but compared with the usual slow and gentle way of enunciating words, it was less palpitatingly chilly.

I nodded and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "Please... please take off your clothes, this subordinate is going to give acupuncture to the palace master."

Smoothly, the person at the table stood up and took off his clothes. He untied his outer coat, middle coat, and the last layer of clothes, revealing his scarred chest.

I went to prepare golden needles, and when I turned around, I saw him lying prone on the edge of the bed like last time, with his back out, and I felt that he was actually not as scary as I imagined, not superhuman, but of course he could still slap me Even if they are shot to death, they cannot escape the birth, old age, sickness and death of thousands of mortals. When they are injured, they need to find a doctor, and when there is no cure, they have to wait for death.

Go to him and give him a needle.

Be careful, but you can't avoid distraction. Although it is a clean and tidy bed, it is my bedroom and my bed. I should feel honored that the Palace Master condescends to lie on my bed, but now I can only feel guilty. I still remember that day when he said, I have a woman's fragrance on my body, and now I am on the bed, I don't know how to cover it up if he asks.

But he didn't ask, probably because he was seriously injured. After the acupuncture, the master of the first palace lay down on my couch and fell asleep.

"Hall Master?" I tried to wake him up, but the volume was so low that even I couldn't hear him clearly.

Pulling the quilt to help him cover it, I squatted aside and looked at his mask carefully.It is said that people wear masks for two reasons, to cover up their ugliness, or not to be recognized by others, so what is this person for?He used to be considered the number one figure in the Jianghu?Or is he really just trying to hide his ugliness?But I always think he should not be ugly, especially the curve of his chin is smooth and beautiful, long and thin, and his complexion is porcelain white, sickly white.

I looked up, he was asleep at this time, but the corners of his lips were still slightly down—the upturned corners of the lips are beginning to smile, and the downturned corners represent unhappiness, he always seems to be unhappy, even if he is the lord, he can Do whatever you want.

After a while, I left the bed, and I sat back to the round star where the hall master had sat before, and wiped the blood on the table with my fingers.

As I rubbed it, I thought, this person is insensitive and treats human life like nothing. He has the ability to decide the life and death of others, but he has no mercy for other people's lives. I should hate this kind of person, hate and fear him, and fear death, so I fear him.

It's just that he has just experienced life and death, and now instead of having lingering fears, his mind is full of internal injuries.Ming Yu Gong should be a rather feminine and domineering martial art. Insufficient skill leads to deviations in practice. The consequence is that the heart vessels are depleted. In addition, the pain of skill backlash is not much better than being whipped and burned every day.

It should be said that the hall master's endurance is no worse than Jiang Wuque's. With such a serious internal injury, he can go in and out freely every day, and even has the energy to call out and wipe out several hostile sects. As his subordinate, I admire him, and As a doctor, I unconsciously became interested, not only in the diseases caused by Ming Yugong, but also in the person suffering from the diseases.

People like me, one moment they were complaining about Jiang Wuque, but the next moment they were eager to heal the culprit's internal injuries caused by retribution.It seems that as a doctor, I don’t have a natural position to speak of. Sometimes I know that the other person is not a good person, but I am still willing to approach each patient. I regard every patient as a challenge. Now the challenge is in front of me. I am so eager to cure this person...

Soon he fell asleep on the table, still thinking in his sleep: why the hall master always appears at the wrong time, why he is always so badly injured that he has only one breath left, and why he is always there when he only has one breath left. If you don't take good care of your wounds, why can you easily say the words "life is not long", but at the same time, you have to hold on desperately...

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I don't know how long it took, but my feet felt a little numb, and I stood on tiptoe with difficulty, then suddenly woke up and opened my eyes.

There was night outside the window, and the room was pitch black. I turned my neck, lit the candle, and looked towards the bed.

The Hall Master has long since disappeared, as I expected.

When I pressed the table and wanted to get up and stand up, my feet suddenly went numb, and I felt a tingling pain, and I fell back to the original position.

At this time, a coat slipped off my body, I turned my head to look, it was my clothes, but it was not the one I put on before going to bed, but someone put it on for me when I fell asleep.

It’s like seeing the lord of the palace adding quilts and tucking in the quilt when he was asleep. I remembered that day in the prison cell, the lord of the palace also handed me the cold clothes and put them on me. I bent over and fell to the ground. Picking up the clothes, I suddenly felt warm in my heart.

He can also remember my name so easily. In this Qiuhuang Palace, apart from Jiang Wuque, he is the only one who can call me Sun Yingyu instead of "that who". I used to be a kind of surplus at home, too "That girl", no one will call me by my name.

So apart from accidents, there are still a few touches.

Compared with nearly dying at his hands not long ago, I feel that my situation is changing from time to time.

I just didn't know how his current injury was, so I quickly found a pen and paper, thought about it, and wrote seven words:

Red blood giant tree, green blood jade.