Two days later, the dungeon.
After carving the last word on the stone wall, Qing Qiao couldn't help grinning triumphantly.
"My Kuangcao is getting better and better..." She looked at the crooked words, feeling boundless in her heart.
Human beings, once there is hope, can survive no matter how difficult and dangerous the environment is, and even enjoy it.
What kind of spirit is this
It is the spirit of the undead saint!
Prince Duan's Mansion, study room.
"How's the situation?" Duan Yu was writing, with his face half down, the tip of the black pen folded on the snow paper, there was no murderous intent but there was a faint compulsion
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"My lord, Ms. Du has been very quiet these two days, she has never spoken except to ask for a quilt once."
Kneeling in the room is one of the guards.
Oh? Duan Yu lifted his eyes lightly, how could he be so calm
"Are there any abnormal behaviors?" He wrote another stroke, and his gestures were calm and clear.
"This... Ms. Du seems to be keen on carving words on the stone wall recently."
"What?" Duan Yu pricked up his ears, "So bold, is she marking someone?"
"This..." The jailer raised his eight-character eyebrows and put on a bitter face. "This subordinate is so dull that he really can't understand the meaning of the marks. He can only copy down the words she engraves every day. It's all up to the prince to decide."
As he spoke, he presented a roll of ink paper.
Duan Yu took it and unfolded it, and found that the same sentence was written all over the paper—"Du Chunjiao is here for a visit."
"...have someone prepare the sedan chair." Duan Yu closed the paper, expressionless, "I'm going to the dungeon."
After engraving the thirty-sixth "Du Chunjiao Visited Here", Gu Qingqiao had a whim and decided to have something exciting.
She thought of the poems she had written silently when she was a student, and also thought of a certain famous "History's Most Almighty Second Line", and she couldn't help showing an evil smile.
I saw her pick up the stone and concentrate on opening a new chapter on the wall——
"I was born to be useful, a red apricot came out of the wall."
"Two orioles sang green willows, and a branch of red apricot came out of the wall."
"Mochou has no confidant in the road ahead, a branch of red apricot came out of the wall."
"If the relationship between the two lasts for a long time, a branch of red apricot will come out of the wall."
"I smiled to the sky from the horizontal knife, and a branch of red apricot came out of the wall."
"As soon as Hou Men entered the deep sea, a branch of red apricot came out of the wall."
"Where there is no fragrant grass in the end of the world, a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall
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"I persuade the Lord of Heaven to cheer up, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall."
"White hairs float in green water, and red apricots come out of the wall."
"I hope people will last long, and Hongxing will come out of the wall."
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When she swayed her blood and impassionedly and finally wrote "the sky is blue, the wild is vast, a branch of red apricot is about to come out of the wall", suddenly there was an unexpected movement behind her. ()
"...cough cough." Someone coughed inappropriately twice, as if trying to hold back something.
She looked back suddenly, just in time to meet a pair of sparkling phoenix eyes.
"My lord, my lord!"
Qing Qiao was a little flustered, she hurriedly put her arms and legs together and stood at attention, then secretly threw away the small stone in her palm, and swiped it aside with her foot.
"... You seem to be doing well." Duan Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was very interested.
"Thanks to the great love of the lord!" She quickly kowtowed, her throat felt dry for a while.
"...Why are you so afraid?" Duan Yu stared at her shivering body, and said unhurriedly, "Now you are a big celebrity that His Royal Highness wants to protect."
yeah? Qing Qiao looked up at him, acting as if she didn't understand.
Duan Yu looked at her lightly, with burning phoenix eyes, the meaning was unclear: "Little Qiao, do you really think that I don't know about the prince recruiting you into the palace privately?" He seemed to be thinking of something, and his tone was very regretful: "That child... is very sad now. I'm nervous, you can't even listen to my words, it's really troublesome... "
Qing Qiao didn't know what to say, so she kept silent.
Duan Yu sighed, looked at her and murmured to himself: "...you have always had a lot of ghost ideas, today I will let someone escort you into the palace overnight, and wait for trial in the Golden Palace early tomorrow morning, so that the prince will not come to trouble again, and the night will be long and dreamy!"
Qing Qiao's face suddenly turned pale.
Duan Yuhuan looked at her for a while, then finally let out a soft snort and walked away.
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Watching his back going away, Qing Qiao slumped to the ground.
She finally understood what it meant to be unable to keep up with changes—everything had been arranged, and she could go out after tonight...
Who, who can cast a spell
Turn her into a branch of red apricot, looking for that vast new sky.
After about an incense stick, the jailer came in with an ebony lacquer box.
"It's time to eat." Looking at the little girl curled up in front of him, he couldn't help sighing, just now the prince has ordered the prisoner to be escorted into the palace, I'm afraid that once this girl leaves tonight, there will be no turning back!
Qing Qiao looked at the pile of rich food with a blank expression on her face.
"This is specially prepared for you." The jailer thought she didn't appreciate it, and began to enlighten him, "The prince said you like pork, so he asked the imperial chef to prepare three dishes: white meat with garlic paste, braised pork and braised pig's trotters, all of which taste the same. It’s good to wait, we are not lucky enough to enjoy it! I said, you little girl looks so clever, you don’t want to be a starving ghost, do you?”
"Oh? He... really cares about me." Qing Qiao smiled slightly, her eyes drifting away.
No matter what the jailer heard, he felt that there was something in the words, so he couldn't help but say a few more words: "Girl, I didn't say that you are so young and delicate, and you somehow offended the prince? Sigh, I advise you to eat this meal with peace of mind." , happily waiting for tomorrow's trial... Life, sometimes is destined, and you can't escape."
He couldn't help but feel sorry for this girl who was about to die in her prime.
Qing Qiao didn't speak anymore, but took the food box very obediently, and began to enjoy the last supper quietly.
After eating the last bite of food, Qing Qiao picked up the handkerchief on the food box and slowly wiped her lips.
There was silence in the cell.
"...It turns out that he cooks for me specially for another purpose."
She suddenly covered her mouth with a handkerchief, frowned, and there was sparkle in her eyes.
The jailer stared at her in a daze, thinking that her face was so blue that it was strange.
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"Why is that so?"
Qing Qiao removed the handkerchief, and a line of dark red blood trickled down the corner of her mouth.
"Why is that so?"
She smiled again, but it was extremely strange and had an indescribably bleak meaning.
The jailer was taken aback, and hurriedly turned his head and ran outside, shouting: "It's no good, the prisoner has been poisoned!"
There was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door, probably alarming many people.
Qing Qiao lay back on the bed, only feeling dizzy, and slowly closed her eyes.
After being dazed for a while, something suddenly hit her wrist, which was as cold as a snake.
"... The pulse is so disordered, what's going on?!" A male voice came, mixed with faint anger.
"My, my lord, Miss Du is like this after eating, I really don't know!" There was a cry in the answer.
Qing Qiao opened her eyelids, the terrified face of the jailer jumped in first, trying to turn her head away, Duan Yu was sitting beside the stone bed with a livid face.
"You're awake." There was an indiscernible glint in his eyes, and he stretched out his hand to try her forehead.
"...that bowl of braised pork." She curled up her mouth at him with a cute look, "...it seems that there is less sugar."
Duan Yu's face froze.
The blood overflowed again, and a shocking blush was drawn on her lips: "... remember to tell my father that you will bring sugar when you sacrifice to me in the future... I don't like hardship..."
Duan Yu's hand rested beside her pillow.
"And... Ada..." She suddenly thought of someone again, and murmured, "Ada, I miss Ada very much... The dishes made by the imperial chef are not delicious, my stomach hurts..." She pursed her lips slightly, and finally endured Can't help, a clear tear slipped down from the corner of my eye, "It hurts, it really hurts..."
The tear dripped gently on the back of Duan Yu's hand, and Duan Yu quickly withdrew his hand as if being scorched by flames.
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The viscera were stirred by the stick, Qing Qiao lowered her eyelids, and began to exhale desperately.
"You, if you want me to die early... why don't you say it first?" She tried to grab Duan Yu's hand, panting and said, "I want to see Dong Xi, and I also want to see Qiao Feng... I don't know if his cook business is worth it. Didn't get better?"
"... They are fine, you don't have to worry." Duan Yu's face was sunk in thick shadows, and his expression could not be seen clearly.
After Qing Qiao got the answer, her whole body gradually relaxed: "...my lord, you have your position, I don't blame you... I just regret it, I blame myself..." She slowly closed her eyes, her tone was cold, "If I don't love Just eat braised pork…”
"I wish I hadn't met you." Her voice was so soft, it was as soft as a dream, and it would shatter when touched.
The candles were crackling, and everything in the room was floating weightlessly in the flickering light.
There was a flash in Duan Yu's eyes, but it was an extremely dark shadow, filled with mist that could not dissipate, and it was slightly cold.
"Prepare the horse."
His voice was dry, and a long shadow hung down his eyelashes, like thousands of weeping willows. The cold light is like catkins, disturbing people's hearts.
The jailer stared blankly at him, wondering what the master's next move was.
"... I said, prepare the horse."
Duan Yu's voice was still very soft, slow and slightly hoarse: "...I want to go to the palace to see the imperial physician."
The jailer was stunned, and couldn't help trembling all over his body, the prince's eyes were too strange, deep enough to swallow the dark night, dark and troubled.
He ran wildly outside, even though there were thousands of puzzles in his heart, he didn't dare to utter half a question.
In the black night, the oncoming is the coolness of the stars.
Opening her eyes again, Qing Qiao was already in the luxurious carriage of the palace.
"You're awake." Duan Yu looked at her, not seeming very surprised.
Qing Qiao raised her head, only seeing the corners of his slightly hooked mouth and the large shadow between his brows
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"We are going to the palace... I have never seen your pulse, maybe the imperial physicians will have a solution."
He actually kindly explained it to her, was she hallucinating? "
"Why is this necessary?"
She sneered, her expression dull: "Anyway, it's death. What's the difference between poisoning and hanging? Could it be that the prince wants to save me and let me die again?"
Duan Yu raised his eyebrows, and suddenly two small clusters of flames rose from the shadows.
"... Whether you want to die or not is up to me."
Where the carriage passed by, beams of flames bowed down at the feet, shining brightly, as if walking on the light of the whole world.
"Even if you want to die, you can only die in my hands."
He suddenly shaved her face lightly, like a lover: "If I just leave without knowing it, I will be very unwilling..."
The blinding blackness slowly appeared in his eyes, neither light nor heavy, but it landed on the human skin and pressed into the human heart, making the human heart tense.
"... Where are we... now?" Qing Qiao avoided his eyes, turned her face sideways and stood up tremblingly.
"It's about half an hour before the palace." Duan Yu calmly withdrew his hand.
Qing Qiao didn't answer, just opened the curtain and looked out of the window quietly.
The night was supposed to be lonely, but it was trampled to pieces by this galloping horse team.
Tread, Tread.
"My lord, it doesn't matter if you hate me."
Qing Qiao suddenly turned her head and said in a very soft voice, "Because you will hate me even more in the future."
Duan Yu was startled, before he could react, he felt a flash of cold light, and suddenly there was a cold and sharp thing on his neck.
"—Send away all your followers, and let them all return to the palace to stand by
! "Qing Qiao's hateful order sounded, her fingers were all stretched blue and white, and her voice trembled slightly.
In the thick summer season, there was a thunderstorm pouring down the head, and the cool air was overflowing.
"...Little Qiao, you have no strength to restrain a chicken, and you want to subdue me with only a hairpin?"
He understood, but just smiled, calmly. Laugh at her nervousness, but also at her overreaching.
Qing Qiao narrowed her eyes as the two lights sparkled in her eyes: "Yes, I can't do anything to you, this hairpin can only scratch your skin at most."
"But—" her hand slid along his deep outline, and finally stopped in front of his dark phoenix eyes, "it can poke your eyes blind."
As she expected, Duan Yu's face froze a bit.
"My lord, I'll tell you again for the sake of our acquaintance."
The corners of her mouth turned up, and her face became more and more beautiful: "There is a strange poison that takes effect when you see blood on this hairpin. It will not kill you, it will only make you lose all sense of the whole body and become a puppet-like cripple. Tell me, are you Don't you need to think about it again?"
Duan Yu's eyes were full of brilliance, and he stared at her sharply, as if to penetrate every corner of her heart and lungs.
Gritting her teeth, she insisted on looking at him, never wanting to lose a bit of momentum.
She was betting that nothing would be more painful than making him disabled for a person like him who is so conceited and self-proclaimed that he is perfect and tramples the whole world under his feet.
Life is worse than death, and all dignity is lost. This is the real horror.
"You don't care about the poison on your body?" He said suddenly, his face was a little dazed, as if he was about to disperse.
"Even if I die, I will stay far away from you, at least a thousand miles." Qing Qiao smiled triumphantly, with a tinge of scarlet dripping from the corner of her mouth, her appearance was terrifying.
Duan Yu turned his eyes away and stopped looking at her.
"As you wish." His tone was flat, as pale as a pool of calm autumn water.
"Punishment four." He raised his voice, "Bring all the black guards back to the palace, and I will take the prisoner into the palace alone."