Zhao Shi felt empty in his heart, his face gradually turned gray, and he tried his best to control his emotions.
The dagger held in the palm of seemed to be stabbed hard into 's heart. swallowed the astringency in his throat, and his tight eye sockets were a little swollen and painful. There was a layer of dark and cold mist creeping in front of his eyes, hiding The joy and anger.
Zhao Shi's voice sounded a bit careless, "How clean do you think Wei Chiyu is?"
Half sarcastic and half sarcastic.
Over the past two years, Wei Chi has been aggressive in his methods, ruthless in doing things, clean and neat, leaving no room for error. Just to stabilize his position, he also lost a lot of lives on his hands.
Mingzhu pursed her lips and remained silent, and the complexion on her face that she had managed to maintain became ugly again.
Zhao Shi was both sad and annoyed by what she just said. He obviously loved her smile very much, but the smile that just overflowed from the corners of her eyes and brows penetrated deeply into her flesh, It hurts so much.
Zhao Shi pinched Mingzhu's wrist hard, not giving her a chance to escape. He pursed his thin lips lightly, and his tone did not sound ups and downs, "In the past two years, I have been so successful. Is it because of my soft heart?" I'm afraid I can't even remember how many lives were lost."
Mingzhu's whole body trembled slightly, the thin material of her clothes clung to her body, and the hem of her gauze skirt also swayed. She was in such a hurry to go out that she didn't bother to change her clothes. Her clothes were breathable and ethereal but looked a little thin.
She seemed to be shaking with anger, and she didn't speak so much. For a while, she didn't even refute.
When Mingzhu gets angry and anxious, she blushes easily and her neck also turns red. Gold-plated red agate earrings hung from the pink-white earlobes, shaking as if they were about to fall off.
Zhao Shi felt so uncomfortable that he almost vomited blood when he saw her avoiding him like a snake or a scorpion. Why is she even more annoying than before
Knowing that he can't be impatient, he had no intention of winning her heart when he snatched her from the Ming family.
But people's hearts are greedy.
I want her to really like him, even if she just smiles at him.
Mingzhu raised her eyes and looked at each other with clear and bright eyes, "So what?"
She continued: "I don't know that has harmed so many people, and I don't know if is as scheming as you said. I only know that has never hurt me or forced me to do something I couldn't do." Things you like.”
Mingzhu never inquired about Wei Chiyu's official affairs, and he never brought her about matters in the government office to talk to her.
Zhao Shi was very angry. Didn't she always feel that she was cruel and cold-blooded? The same thing happened to Wei Chiyu, but his attitude was so different
He gently pinched her chin with his fingers, and his cold breath fell on the side of her neck.
Mingzhu tried to break free, but failed. She raised her face slightly and looked directly into the man's dark eyes. She said, "Even if he is a prisoner now, you can't even deny him access to the doctor."
The air that was stuck in Zhao Shi's chest never dissipated, "You go find whoever arrested him. This matter has nothing to do with me."
Just going with the flow.
If Wei Chiyu died of illness in prison before the case was investigated, he could only blame himself for his bad fate.
Mingzhu pushed , looking at with red eyes filled with resentment.
Zhao Shi avoided her gaze and said softly: "Come back with me, and I'll ask them to let him go. You don't have to investigate these cases."
The rabbit got angry and bit someone, but Mingzhu suddenly became fierce and snatched the dagger back from her hand. She put the knife across her neck, not playing hard to get, but she exerted so much force on her wrist that the sharp blade almost cut her. The tube in the throat.
Zhao Shi's expression changed, and he snatched the knife from her hand. His tense jawline was sharp and cold, and there was an icy chill in his eyes. His back felt cold, and his underwear was wet with cold sweat.
He held the blade in his palm, and the sharp blade cut his palm. Warm blood slid down the blade and dripped on his cuffs.
Zhao Shi seemed to be unable to feel any pain, as his palms had clearly been cut with two horrific wounds, and the blood dripping from them was shocking to see.
His face was expressionless Throwing the dagger aside, his eyes were like filled with water, fragile and vulnerable.
Zhao Shi suddenly remembered the dream he had had over and over again, the scene of her dying in front of him covered in blood. White paper lanterns, people lying in coffins, and tombstones standing in the green hills.
I deliberately avoid those scenes and never dare to remember them easily. Every time I recall them, the throbbing pain in my heart almost makes me unable to stand up straight.
Zhao Shi had rarely had anything go wrong since he was a child, and everything was planned by him. His personality of being hot on the outside and cold on the inside makes him seem to not care much about anything. He is as cold and distant as the cold moon in the sky.
I felt the same way before.
Now Zhao Shi has long understood that there is also something to be afraid of, and he is afraid of Mingzhu's death.
In the past two years, Zhao Shi did not allow anyone to mention Mingzhu in front of him, refused to give her salvation, and was unwilling to bury her. All of this was just a cowardly refusal to admit that she was dead.
Zhao Shi's palms were still bleeding, and the floor was covered with a precious carpet made from materials from the Western Regions, engraved with patterns unique to the Western Regions. If there is blood on the fluff, it cannot be washed clean.
The wound was deep and the skin was torn.
A burning tingling sensation, as if being burned by fire.
The doors and windows in the study were closed, so the light was naturally not very bright. It was dim and gray. The candlelight illuminated 's eyebrows and eyes. 's emotions seemed a little painful, and his hoarse voice also sounded a little painful. said: " Don't hurt yourself."
Word by word, he spoke very slowly, for fear that she wouldn't hear clearly.
Wet and hot blood slowly flowed out along the lines on the palm of his hand. Zhao Shi's face looked whiter and whiter, and his lips turned white, which didn't look good.
Mingzhu looked at him blankly, his expression unchanged, and his eyes were cold and wary.
Zhao Shi's blood-red eyes were filled with mist. After a long time, his throat moved, but he didn't say what he wanted to say.
He was asked to find someone to see Wei Chiyu, but he couldn't do it.
It is absolutely impossible to let people go like this.
Mingzhu also figured out at this moment that it was useless to look for him. She didn't even look at him, turned around and ran out.
There was no spare expression on Zhao Shi's face, and his eyes were cold and cold. Find some medicine to stop the bleeding and sprinkled some powder on the wound. Stimulated by the severe pain, his expression remained unchanged.
Even though the bleeding had stopped, the wound still hurt.
The bloody dagger was thrown on the table. Zhao Shi held the dagger in his hand coldly, his thumb pressed hard against the blade, and his white knuckles made a dry sound. After a while, the blade was broken by him.
Mingzhu went to the government office and spent some money to find out about Wei Chiyu from the arrester.
The catcher took the money but did not take the matter seriously. He was very perfunctory and said, "We arrested the person. Mr. Wei is involved in several murder cases."
Mingzhu was dumb and looked a little pitiful, "Can I see you?"
The head catcher said solemnly: "How can this be done?! No one can see him until the case is settled."
Mingzhu was already prepared. She took off the heavy purse around her waist. There were dozens of taels of silver in it. She secretly stuffed it into the catcher's hand, "Brother, it's convenient."
The catcher weighed the money in his hand and turned a blind eye, "When the incense stick is half full, we will come out at the right time. If someone finds out, we won't get any good results."
Mingzhu wiped her tears and smiled, "I know."
The dungeon was dark and damp, with almost no light. Rats and cockroaches crawled around the corners.
Mingzhu stepped on her embroidered shoes and carefully ran through the blood. She resisted the urge to vomit. The arrester took her to the cell where Wei Chiyu was held, and then went out.
The thin man sat quietly against the wall. There was a small table next to him, with nothing on it.
Mingzhu's eyes became wet when she saw him, and she softly called his name.
Wei Chiyu opened his eyes in response, with a calm expression, and smiled at her, "Why are you here?"
Mingzhu waved to , "Come here."
Wei Chiyu paused for a moment, but still listened to her words obediently, and slowly moved over. His hoarse voice did not hinder his gentleness, "What's wrong?"
Mingzhu reached out and touched her face. The man was stunned, not knowing how to react.
Her little hands were a little cold and felt comfortable against his face.
Mingzhu seemed to be about to cry, "You have a terrible fever."
Wei Chiyu said: "It's okay."
Only then did Mingzhu realize that he was still injured. She choked and asked, "Did they torture you?"
Wei Chiyu shook his head, "No."
This small injury really cannot be regarded as torture.
Wei Chiyu was not worried at all that he would not be able to get out. He was careful and thorough in doing things and never left evidence behind. He was imprisoned under any excuse. If they could not find conclusive evidence, they would be released sooner or later. .
Mingzhu hurriedly took the box behind her and opened it. It not only contained food, but also some medicine to stop bleeding and analgesic. She stuffed it all into it, wiped her tears and said, "I'll help you out." .”
Wei Chiyu suddenly called her by her nickname, "Zhuzhu."
Mingzhu didn't want to hear it at all.
Wei Chiyu held her hand, stopped his sudden cough, and pursed his lips, "I'm not as nice as you think you are. I did kill a few people."
"Zhang Juan knows you. I'm afraid that when I return to Beijing and tip off Zhao Shi, someone will kill me with a knife." Wei Chiyu tightened his grip on her fingers and lowered his face, "Don't be afraid of me. .”
Some things have to be done.
It doesn't matter if you say it, just be afraid.
Mingzhu raised her head and opened her mouth. Before she could answer, the guard at the door impatiently urged, "Hurry up, the time has come."
Zhao Shi, who was in the dark, listened quietly to the two men talking to each other and actually laughed.
Dead, Mingzhu may not be so anxious. He clenched his hand and refused to let go, and the distressed tears fell one by one.
She laughs because of other men, and she cries because of other men.
Zhao Shi turned around and walked out. He was wearing white clothes today, but standing in the sun, he was still cold and had no warmth. Behind it is a majesty that is difficult to distinguish between joy and anger.
Mingzhu came out of the cell and was suddenly grabbed by the wrist and pulled over.
There were still wet tears on her face, and her wet eyes were full of color, which was very pitiful. She raised her eyes and met a pair of dark and deep eyes.