In the room, Emperor Qin stared at Qin Che with an obscure expression, and said in a bad tone: "Che'er, do you know what you are talking about?"
The broken pieces of the teacup scratched the back of his hand, leaving a bloodstain, and traces of bright red blood rushed out of the scratches, staining the book.
But Qin Che seemed to feel no pain, and still said with a mocking smile: "Father, if the child has offended me, please forgive me."
It was obviously a plea for mercy, but there was no trace of regret in Qin Che's tone.
Emperor Qin's patience was completely successful, and the domineering power of an emperor was fully displayed. He turned cold and stretched out his hand. The target of his hand was clearly the mask on Qin Che's face.
Just when Emperor Qin's hand was about to touch the cold mask, there was another loud sound, the ground shook, and Qin Che fell to the ground.
The chair turned over, the words in the book fell, and Qin Che fell to the ground in embarrassment. The huge pain made him groan, and his face covered by the mask had a painful look.
Emperor Qin was stunned and stared at Qin Che falling to the ground. He opened his mouth and said with difficulty: "You..."
Qin Che did not move, but raised his head, sneered, and said, "Father, do you want the child to die?"
Emperor Qin was heartbroken. He looked at Qin Che with extremely complicated eyes. It was a mixture of love, regret, longing, and a fascination that was so obscure that it was almost invisible. That kind of look made him endure Sorry.
Qin Che resisted the nausea that surged from his stomach, and the sneer on his lips deepened. The dark negative emotions gradually rose up, as if they were taking over all his thoughts.
"Che'er, you know that's not what I mean..."
"enough!"
"Che'er..."
"Father, please come back."
This sentence clearly drives away guests.
If it were placed on anyone else, it would not be a pity to die ten thousand times.
But Emperor Qin sighed, put down his hand, and said: "Che'er, you are not in good health, rest early, I... will come again, and as for the Queen... you don't have to worry, I will protect you. "
Qin Che remained silent.
Emperor Qin didn't expect any response, but looked at his mask reluctantly, finally sighed and left.
When Jiaofeng and Yuntao saw Emperor Qin finally coming out, they finally breathed a sigh of relief, and Eunuch Chang also lowered his guard against them. He stepped forward and said respectfully, "Is the emperor going back to the palace?"
Qin Huang hummed, then his eyes fell on Gao Feng and Yun Tao, and said meaningfully: "Take good care of the emperor."
The two men quickly knelt down and responded: "Yes, Your Majesty!"
Finally, Emperor Qin slowly left under the horrified looks of the two men.
When she saw that the figure was completely gone, Yun Tao fell down and sat on the ground. Her legs were trembling a little, and she muttered to herself: "Why is the emperor here? Why is he here..."
Gao Feng didn't bother to help Yun Tao up. He rushed into the room in a flash and saw the prince falling to the ground in such a mess. He was so frightened that his face turned pale and he quickly helped the prince up.
Qin Che lowered his head and let the strong wind lift him up, but from the beginning to the end, he did not loosen his grip on his hand.
"My lord, are you okay?"
"go out."
A hoarse voice spoke.
Gale's expression changed and he said: "Your Majesty, you..."
Qin Che suddenly raised his head, his red eyes staring at Gale, like an evil ghost in the abyss. Gale subconsciously took a few steps back.
The prince at this moment was strange and terrifying.
"I said, get out."
"yes."
In the end, the strong wind receded.
After the room was empty, it became quiet, leaving only the sound of Qin Che's heavy breathing, violent and rapid.
He covered his mask with one hand, threw his head up to the sky and laughed wildly, laughing and coughing at the same time.
The next moment, he threw out his hand, and a silver arc fell out. Then it hit the ground, bounced up, and finally lay quietly in the corner. It was... a silver mask without any patterns.
Qin Che covered his face with one hand, and his laughter slowly stopped. His words covered his lips as he coughed violently. The red blood flowed out from between his fingers, and dripped onto his clothes drop by drop. on, dizzy into a red circle.
Slowly, words seemed to come out of his mouth.
Over and over again, as if repeating something.
Listen carefully, it is a familiar word...
"dirty… "
"It's so dirty..."
"If it's broken, it'll be fine."
"Ah."
After a while, Qin Che slowly straightened up, and after finishing his words, the white ribbon fell lightly on his hand, and was dyed red by the blood on the back of his hand. Half of it was white and red. , and the white end seems to be faintly embroidered with a small word.
That is…
Han Fei.
Phew, his originally frantic expression suddenly calmed down.
His eyes looked at the ribbon quietly.
In my mind, that silly face with a big smile and white teeth popped up without any warning.
"My lord, please don't die!"
"My lord, I will definitely save you!"
"My lord, I, I just don't want anything to happen to you!"
"My lord, I am willing to go through fire and water for you, no matter what!"
"Your Majesty..."
Qin Che reached out and grabbed the silk ribbon, very tightly, as if he wanted to stuff it into his flesh and blood.
Just like the owner holding this ribbon.
The woman who forcefully broke into his dirty world also brought him the relief he could still breathe.
The dark emotions in my heart finally dissipated little by little, and the extreme world-weariness was also driven away.
Why
Why would he calm down just by thinking of her smiling face
Slowly, Qin Che closed his eyes, and his black hair poured out, covering his face. Only the slightly leaking skin could be seen, which was almost transparent white, so white that it was sickly. White and unreal.
A gentle murmur replaced the original crazy laughter, slowly spreading in the room.
"Can I... trust you?"
"Han Fei..."
The dark night swallowed up the whispers of this life bit by bit.
On the other side, Han Fei frowned fiercely in her sleep, as if she was having a nightmare. Her face was painful, and she was mumbling something like a call.
"don't want… "
"do not do that… "
"Don't die! Ah Che!"
Suddenly, Han Fei opened her eyes, panting with sweat, and looked at the beams, unable to regain consciousness for a while.
The pain in her chest still existed, and she clutched her collar tightly, wondering why she felt so uncomfortable. It was as if a very important person had been hurt, and the pain was severe.
Maybe…
It must be that I miss my male god so much that I have such a dream.
However, this kind of dull pain is too real. What happened to the male god? Han Fei couldn't help but think so.