Oops, just thinking about it like this, I became emotional again. Some similar scenes will stimulate the brain to automatically respond. Counting the scars like this will immediately stimulate me to recall the night of dry wood and fire, which is actually similar to what happened just now. Things were similar, except that he hadn't been influenced by me at that time, and he hadn't watched "Golden Plum" or "Jade Tuan", so he fumbled jerkyly, and finally completed the final steps under my guidance.
This is the so-called, the master leads the door, and the practice depends on the individual.
Our Qiao Si, that is really a good apprentice...
When I first met Qiao Si of our family, although he always wore a half mask, his lips were tight, he was unsmiling, and cold as ice, but from those clear eyes, I could see the essence of this person, and it was also true. I deserve it, since I have seen his true nature, I shouldn't provoke him.
The story of Qiao Si and I, just like what is said in the storybook, when the heroine heals the hero or changes the medicine, it is always easy to misfire...
Almost all perverted organizations will use drugs to control their subordinates, and the secret door is no exception. In fact, I should have thought of it a long time ago. Tang Si's strange expression when he detoxified Qiao Yu. Forbearance to Qiao Yu to a certain extent... That kind of feeling is like saying: He only has a few days to live, why should I bother with a dead man.
Later, when I returned to the imperial capital, I met Yan Li when I was hiding from the pursuers in the palace. If Yan Li didn't bother to help him hide it, I'm afraid he would hide it from me until I die. He is such a person. If the master is good at hiding bitterness with a smile, then he is used to facing suffering with silence.
The poison of the secret door is the same as the existence of this organization, it is extremely abnormal, there is no antidote, only another poison to suppress the toxicity, take it every three months, otherwise the toxicity will attack, the pain is too painful, such as the liver and intestines are broken, the heart is eaten by thousands of ants, and the bone is scraped and cramped , Someone once tried to escape from the organization, endured this torture, and finally chose to commit suicide. That kind of pain, even if you pass out, you will wake up. In Yan Li's words, this kind of pain directly stimulates the nerves. Even if you really endure it, you may go crazy due to insanity...
During the seven days since the poisoning occurred, Yan Li tied him with a rope, removed his jaw to prevent him from biting his tongue, and then used forty-nine gold needles quenched with strong anesthetics to pierce his body's big acupoints, barely restraining himself a little. Medicinal properties. I was driven out of the door on the grounds that I was afraid that I would not be able to bear it and go crazy...
I was sitting outside the door, listening to the sound inside the house, my heart was hanging in the air. I can't imagine what kind of pain it is. Even if I have to groan for two or three days even if I lose a tooth, if I want to endure such suffering, I will definitely choose to die. As for Qiao Yu, in Yan Li's words, he is a person who is used to tolerance, and he might create miracles.
I glared at him bitterly, thinking that doctors are cold-blooded butchers, and their words are impersonal.
On the first day of the poisoning, I hugged my knees and talked about my childhood in detail outside the door. It was to help him divert his attention. I don’t know if it worked. Yan Li said that the pain on the first day was the lightest. Yes, it hurts day after day.
The next day, when my story was over, I realized that my life had been nothing to write home about.
On the third day, I started to sing, and sang the repertoire I composed myself from my childhood. Yan Li said, don’t exacerbate his torture...
On the fourth day, when Yan Li entered the house, I secretly peeked in through the crack of the door, only to see Qiao Yu who was tied to the bed, motionless, not knowing what was going on.
Only the last critical three days were left. Yan Li soaked Qiao Yu in the potion and boiled it with firewood. I was dumbfounded: "You're going to cook him!"
He gave me a contemptuous look. "What do you know, this method can speed up the entry of medicine into the body and relieve pain!"
At that time, Yan Li's identity was still pretending to be a court physician. On the seventh day of the poisoning, it was a critical moment. Suddenly news came that the emperor was critically ill, and Yan Li was hurriedly called away. Take care of Qiao Yu, and don't be impulsive anyway.
I agreed, adding firewood and heating water according to his instructions.
Qiao Yu's body was fixed by him, and his eyes were closed tightly. Even though he was in the hot water, his face was still as pale as paper, his lower lip trembled slightly, and his body was slightly numb, as if he was very cold.
I called softly: "Qiao Yu..."
As if he heard it, his eyelashes trembled, but he didn't open his eyes.
His body was soaked naked in the potion, only the part above the collarbone was exposed, and some scars were faintly visible. When I was carrying firewood, I turned my head and saw the feather imprint on his back shoulder. I suddenly felt familiar, but I couldn’t remember where I saw it.
It was almost noon, his dick suddenly increased, his face turned from white to red, I was secretly startled, I didn't know what to do, I could only call his name "Qiao Yu, Qiao Yu..."
He suddenly opened his eyes and stared at me with red eyes. I was startled and bounced off the ground. "How are you?"
He didn't respond, maybe he didn't hear my question at all. He closed his eyes in pain, and when he opened them again, the golden needles on his head were forced out by the true energy in his body. I took a step back in shock, and the tub dropped At this point it exploded, and the potion that sloped down put out the fire. Qiao Yu was only wearing a pair of underpants, her upper body was covered with scars and weird red spots, those red spots were as red as fresh blood, as if they were going to come out.
I was stupefied by the sight before me, I thought Qiao Yu was going crazy, but the next moment he was powerless and fell to the ground, curled up into a ball, twitching uncontrollably, with vague sobs overflowing from his throat, like a wounded little animal.
I hurriedly stepped forward to support him, "Joe, Qiao Yu!" His body was scorching hot, I didn't care much, and helped him onto the bed, and suddenly found that his lower jaw returned to its original position at some point, and he was biting his lower lip tightly For fear that he would bite his tongue, I grabbed the medicine bag and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Qiao Yu, open your mouth! Be good, open your mouth, don't bite yourself!" I don't know if he heard me, I patted his cheek lightly, but to no avail, I just strangled his jawbone and forced him to open his mouth, Put the medicine pack in. His lower lip was a bloody mess.
Seeing that his hands and feet were twitching and almost bouncing off his chest, I hugged the quilt to hold him down again. He looked like a patient suffering from drug addiction. The back of my head slammed against the bed board, making a thumping sound, and my upper body bounced off my butt, and I firmly held it down. He stared at his red eyes, he didn't know where to focus, and there was a strange sound in his chest, I pressed his shoulder, endured the fear and heartache, and gritted my teeth: "Qiao Yu, hold on, it's almost over! Get over it and everything will be fine!"
His hands were digging on the bed, penetrating three points, and his ten fingers were dripping with blood. I couldn't separate my hands to restrain him, I could only shout in his ear: "Hold me, hold me!"
His eyes gradually fell to my face, but he still didn't hear my words.
Waiting for Yanli to come back seemed to be hundreds of years long, his expression changed as soon as he entered the room, he stuck a few gold needles down, picked me up and threw me aside, shouting: "Boil hot water!"
I didn't have time to think about it, I ran out after rolling, climbing, stumbling, all I knew was to boil hot water, to boil hot water...
When I returned after boiling the hot water, Qiao Yu had already fallen into a coma. Yan Li was sweating profusely with his eyes closed and rested.
I asked in a trembling voice, "Is he all right..."
"Wait for him to wake up." Yan Li said with eyes closed, "If he's not crazy, he's fine. He's determined and mentally strong, so he might be able to get through it."
I breathed a sigh of relief, "The hot water..."
This time he opened his eyes and said, "Move into my room, I want to take a bath."
I:"… "
For the sake of him saving Qiao Yu, I didn't argue with him too much. After moving the hot water there, I went back to clean Qiao Yu's house. Sweeping, mopping, and changing bedding, I was so tired that I fell down beside his bed.
When Qianli released the water, I always felt that he was very familiar, with a subtle intimacy. I don't understand why he, the young master of the secret door, is so kind to me, and even wants to leave the secret door organization. It wasn't until I saw the feather brand just now that some memories gradually became clear. Such a gorgeous brand, I have seen it once in my life. When I was a child, when I was exploring Ouchi at night, I met a little father-in-law covered in scars...
All of a sudden, I wanted to check his …
Could it be that he is the little father-in-law I met when I was a child? Could it be that the secret door is so perverted to the extreme that it will impose castration on its subordinates? As far as I know, the father-in-law's combat effectiveness is generally relatively strong, because they have one less fatal weakness than normal people. Some insidious tricks, like the monkey stealing peaches that I prefer to use, and the heaven and earth are ineffective against them. Besides, whoever said that "If you want to practice this skill, you must first come out of the palace"...
Could it be... Could it be...
This thought bit my heart, but I was so tired, so I closed my eyes and lay down on the edge of the bed and fell asleep, thinking, let’s see when I wake up...