Lian Youyou looked at Lin Tingjun, who shrugged: "I feel like if I go at this time it will make Duanmu Qingchen even more embarrassed."
Lian Youyou couldn't help but laugh. For some reason, she couldn't control her evil feeling of gloating.
"Okay, you wait for us for a while. We'll send him to Xiaole's yard later. It's better for everyone to go together." When Lian Youyou said this, Lin Tingjun also nodded. In such a wonderful place, it's better for everyone to be together.
Lian Youyou finished her instructions, then leaped over the wall and landed in front of her, a simple yard with only one room. There were herbs drying in the yard, and what looked like clean special knives.
Lian Youyou tried hard to hold back her laughter. Although she knew it was not very authentic for her to laugh now, she laughed because she knew that everything would be formatted.
Lian Youyou tiptoed to the door of the hut. It was really dead quiet inside, as if there was no one inside. However, from the air coming through the crack in the door, she could smell a strong smell of medicine mixed with blood.
Lian Youyou gently pushed open the door. The room was extremely dark and the air smelled bad, like a place where corpses were kept.
In the dim light, a person could be vaguely seen lying on the bed in the depths. He was as quiet as death, without any sound. He seemed to be alive, but more like dead.
Lian walked slowly to the bedside, looking at him being tied up in a spread-eagle position on the specially made bed. His hands and feet were tied like this to prevent the eunuch, who had just undergone surgery, from committing suicide.
The person on the bed had pale lips and closed his eyes tightly, tears constantly falling from the corners of his eyes. His brocade clothes had been stripped off long ago, leaving only his white inner core, and his white pants were stained with fresh blood.
“Tsk, ah…” When Lian Youyou sighed, the person on the bed immediately tensed up, and his tightly closed eyes trembled violently. He immediately turned his face away, his long hair covering his pale face. He bit his lower lip so hard that the pale lip turned blue.
Lian Youyou sat beside Duanmu Qingchen, raised her hand and gently pushed away the hair covering his face. Unexpectedly, this gentle gesture made Duanmu Qingchen collapse instantly and burst into tears: "Why are you here--" Duanmu Qingchen's throat became hoarse, and a strong sense of shame mixed with huge humiliation made his whole body cold and trembling, his stomach felt nauseous, and he wanted to vomit. Why did he look so miserable and let the woman he loved and admired see him.
He wants to die, he just wants to die now—
"I'm here to save you." Lian Youyou supported herself on the bed with both hands and crossed her legs. "Don't cry, you are the prince."
“Let me die—” Lian Youyou’s words “you are the prince” made Duanmu Qingchen completely collapse. He roared at Lian Youyou, “Let me die—please…” Duanmu Qingchen turned his head back and tried hard to get close to Lian Youyou and beg, but his body was tied up tightly and he could not move.
Lian Youyou turned back and smiled at him: "I don't dislike you."
Duanmu Qingchen was stunned, his mind went blank, and he stared at Lian Youyou blankly.
Lian Youyou stretched out her hand and wiped the tears from his face: "You've learned your lesson this time. Don't be too curious in the future. There are some places you really can't go to." Lian Youyou leaned over and gently untied the cloth strips that were tied around Duanmu Qingchen's wrists. The tight binding left deep marks on Duanmu Qingchen's wrists.
"Be nicer to eunuchs in the future. You know how much pain they are in now." Lian Youyou's body jumped over Duanmu Qingchen's face and untied his other arm. Duanmu Qingchen looked at Lian Youyou's chest in front of him, his heartbeat suddenly stopped, and he turned his face away in a hurry, not even feeling the pain in his body.
Lian slowly retreated backwards, and Duanmu Qingchen shouted, "Don't look!" His face immediately turned red.
Lian Youyou glanced at him: "What's there to see?" Lian Youyou looked at Duanmu Qingchen's embarrassed look, took out a petal from her sleeve, blew gently, "Huh..." The lotus petals immediately turned into white starlight in the air, slowly falling on the bloodstained area, penetrating under the bloodstained thick pants, turning into a coolness, removing the bloodstains on the thick pants, and returning to a clean white.
Duanmu Qingchen was stunned. The pain that was worse than death disappeared and was replaced by a cool feeling. He no longer felt any pain and his whole body began to have strength again. It was as if he had completely recovered and lived again.
Could it be that Lian Youyou cured him
He was so stupid. He should have thought of it earlier. Lian Youyou was a fairy. Was there anything she couldn't do? He was even more embarrassed. He actually cried like a woman in front of his goddess.
Lian slowly untied the cloth strips around his ankles and raised her hand to stroke his ankles through the air. The marks on his ankles had disappeared, revealing his fair and delicate skin.
"You should feel lucky that I saw it, not your good brother Fu Mingrui." Lian Youyou sat back on the bed and looked at Duanmu Qingchen with a smile.
Duanmu Qingchen, whose energy and blood had recovered, sat up immediately and hurriedly grabbed Lian Youyou's arm: "Don't tell him!"
Lian Youyou smiled, nodded, and stood up: "Let's go."
When Lian Youyou walked out with her back to him, Duanmu Qingchen quickly unzipped his trousers. In an instant, his face turned pale again and he sat on the bed with empty eyes.
“Don’t look at it~ It won’t grow back~~~” Lian Youyou stood in the yard and stretched.
Duanmu Qingchen slowly came back to his senses, stood up in a daze, with his long hair disheveled, and floated behind Lian Youyou like a lonely ghost.
"Just kill me..." Duanmu Qingchen hung his head behind Lian Youyou and said weakly and hoarsely. His voice was lifeless and he had no desire to live at all.
Lian Youyou stopped and tried to hold back her laughter: "Time will reset here every day, and you will grow back by then."
Duanmu Qingchen was startled, and raised his face from his long hair: "What do you mean?"
Lian Youyou smiled and shook her head, then turned to look at Duanmu Qingchen: "This palace is actually trapped in a certain period of time. The people in this palace will experience the same half day day after day. When this period ends, everyone will disappear, and then when this period begins, everyone's memory starts again. Do you understand?"
Duanmu Qingchen's eyes widened as he listened: "So... you mean I will disappear and then start all over again?" Duanmu Qingchen looked at Lian Youyou with some confusion, only half understanding the answer.
Lian Youyou nodded: "Yes, originally there was no you in this half day, but you came in, which means you are here in this half day, so you will also be trapped in this time cycle."
Duanmu Qingchen nodded, not quite understanding, and subconsciously lowered his head to look at his waistband again: "So when I cycle through time again, I will come back again, and at that time I..."
"Completely intact." Lian Youyou narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips and smiled.
A look of surprise finally appeared on Duanmu Qingchen's gloomy face. (To be continued)