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She didn't know what had happened to him, but she knew from his eyes that he seemed to have lost his mind.
She was horrified and tried to hit his hands hard, but his hands were like steel and bronze, and she was undoubtedly throwing an egg against a stone.
Shangguan Jinghong, you bastard! She cursed in her heart. She didn't drown in the spring, nor did she freeze to death here, but she was going to be strangled to death by him. If she had known, she would not save him!
The pain of Xiao's neck being twisted off made her eyes gradually become unfocused. Her gaze fell on the ground, and a cold light caught her attention.
She struggled to reach the dagger beside her, and when she was about to suffocate to death, she picked up the dagger.
She became ruthless and was about to stab him in the back, but when the dagger was less than an inch away from his skin, she hesitated.
She knew clearly what this stab meant. It meant that she had to use all her strength to stab him seriously. Otherwise, she would be the one to die. The man's physical strength and martial arts were not something she could withstand.
But she still hesitated. She couldn't bring herself to kill this irrational yet familiar face, no matter if it was Qin Ge or Shangguan Jinghong.
She smiled bitterly in her heart. It was at that moment that she caught the slightest hesitation. He sneered and fiercely knocked her dagger away. Then he clenched his big hand and broke her hand, cleanly and without hesitation.
She was in so much pain that tears burst out of her eyes. Her left arm was stabbed by herself, and her right arm was broken by him.
Before she could curse, a strong wind blew towards her chest. She knew what her hesitation just now meant. Thinking of the horrible deaths of the two men in black outside the dungeon, she closed her eyes tightly.
The expected pain did not come from her body. She opened her eyes with trembling, only to see something falling out from her half-open collar. King Rui narrowed his eyes and stared at the thing. There was actually a hint of tenderness in his ferocious and bloodthirsty eyes.
His hand, with five fingers still in a claw shape, was placed in mid-air over her heart, perhaps less than half an inch from her clothes.
She was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat, and her cold, wet clothes stuck to her body.
She looked at the thing again. It was the small crossbow that she had taken back from Concubine Chang's palace.
It was this little gadget that saved her life!
She gritted her teeth, held the small bow tightly in her hand, held her breath, and crawled to the side from under his tall body, away from his grasp.
"Ling'er, is that you?"
He spoke softly, stood up shakily, and walked towards her step by step.
She was shocked and horrified, yet stunned for a moment.
She had never seen so many complex emotions in a person's eyes at the same time. Hatred, violence, rage, killing, tenderness, cherishment, and reluctance all flashed through Shangguan Jinghong's ink-black eyes.
She only heard him roar, then he stroked his head, bent down, and said sternly: "Ling'er, leave here immediately!"
She didn't know who "Ling'er" was, was it Miss Lang, or was it her? No matter who it was, she thought that it must be someone he cherished with all his heart. She could hear the pain in his tone, but he was suppressing it deeply.
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She didn't know what he was suppressing. She only knew that her whole body was in pain, but it was not as painful as the pain she felt in her heart when she saw him in such a miserable and painful state.
Just like the possessed woman she was when she walked into this dungeon, at this moment, she had just escaped from his hands, but she walked back to him step by step.
"Shangguan Jinghong, what's wrong with you? Tell me, what can I do to help you?" She heard herself asking him in a trembling voice.
He rolled on the ground, roaring, and interrupted her roughly.
"Get lost! If you don't want me to touch you, get lost right now!"
"Do you know what day it is tonight! I just went out, dressed up as Shangguan Jinghao, and I saw a face in the mirror that looked exactly like his, a disgusting face. After I came back, I knew that I was seriously ill. I'm afraid I won't be able to get better overnight. My father will be leaving the palace in these few days, and Shangguan Jinghao and the others will go. I must go with my father. I can't miss any opportunity. I used a new drug to control my epilepsy. The drug contains a strong aphrodisiac ingredient. It didn't work even after I entered the frozen spring!
"No one came here! Go away, I don't want to hurt you!"
Qiaochu understood how many secrets and information he had revealed, but she had no time to analyze. All she could see was his painful and flushed face. The powerful drug seemed to make him only able to identify objects but not people.
He recognized the little bow but couldn't tell who was in front of him. He thought she was Lang Linling. Or was she similar to that woman
It turns out that Miss Lang is so important to him. He would rather suffer than hurt her. He must be proficient in water, otherwise he would not walk into the frozen spring. With his martial arts skills, how long would he have to soak before he passed out
Her heart ached, and she couldn't tell whether it was because of the pain he was suppressing as he rolled on the ground, or because of her jealousy.
Just like just now behind the iron gate, she suddenly realized that she couldn't bear to hear his painful voice, at this moment, she suddenly realized that she fell in love with him.
She didn't love Shangguan Jinghao, the man who looked exactly like Qin Ge, but she loved Shangguan Jinghong.
Perhaps, before she knew it, she had already fallen in love with him and fell in love with Qin Ge again.
She knew that he was Qin Ge, there was no reason, only feeling.
But now, she knew that she was not suitable to stay in this place, and she didn't want him to mistake her.
She gritted her teeth, turned around and was about to leave. As she was leaving the bamboo house, she heard his voice coming from behind her, "Ling'er, sing a little song for me, just like the ones you used to sing to me before you left me."
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His voice was a bit like a murmur, and she knew that his mind and consciousness had fallen into the intense but blurred state of a trapped animal, otherwise he would not have asked her to leave a moment ago and called her back now. When a person's consciousness is blurred, he is the real him, thinking about that person.
She wanted to look back at him, but a voice in her heart called her back.
Don't go back, really don't.
She told herself to think about what he had just said.
The cherishment he showed for Miss Lang in his words, the pain in his eyes when he told her to get out, and how badly he treated her last night.
But when the jealousy and envy that comes from comparison cannot overcome the longing in my heart
She sat leaning on the doorstep, watching the candlelight pouring down to her feet. The soles of her feet felt a little sore, probably because they had been cut by something just now. She had forgotten to put on her shoes since she came out of the spring.
It seems that in the face of certain things, some things that we usually think are important become very small.
The fragrance of the cold orchid wafts out.
Ling'er.
She heard his painful voice coming out from the room.
She wondered what would happen if she walked up to him now and told him that she was not that person. Would it irritate him even more? Would he kill her
She had a feeling: he would.
She didn't want to die. Who would want to die? But she didn't want him to mistake her for her, and she also wanted his pain to be alleviated. What a contradiction.
Finally, she whispered, "I don't know what songs she used to sing for you, but she sang very well. I seldom sing. When I went out with my colleagues from the institute, I mostly listened, not very well. The song may not be your favorite, but this is the one I can remember the lyrics of, so you can just listen to it."
"That's good. At least it sounds bad, and it can also reduce your joy for her."
The voice was so low that she could hardly hear it. She knew that he would not be able to hear it. Even if he did, he would not be able to tell his current condition. But she still said it. At least she felt better after saying it.
The pain in her hands, the sweat on her back and the spring water sticking together, the heat in her hands, the coldness in her body, the discomfort all over her body. She took a deep breath and searched for the lyrics in her memory.
It's better not to meet, so that we won't fall in love
It is best not to know each other, so that we will not miss each other
It's better not to be together, so that we don't owe each other anything
It is better not to cherish each other, so that we will not remember each other
It is better not to love each other, so that we will not abandon each other
It is better not to face each other, so that we will not meet.
It is best not to mislead each other, so that we will not let each other down.
It is best not to agree, so that we can stop.
But once we have met, we know each other. How can meeting be better than not meeting
I wish I could say goodbye to you, so that we wouldn't miss each other all the time.
Through the cold bamboo board, the painful sound seemed to be softened a little. She smiled and wanted to sing it again, but the pain in her broken palm made her hum.
She closed her eyes. She needed to rest for a while.
"Ling'er, I just hurt you, didn't I?"
His voice came from her ear, and she breathed hard, and felt the hand on her knee suddenly hurt more. She screamed and opened her eyes. She didn't know when he came out. At this time, he bent one knee, leaned over in front of her, held her hand with his big hand, and held the small bow with the other hand. His eyes were still blood red and turbid, but there was a hint of tenderness hidden.
She originally thought that this little bow was a memory between him and Concubine Chang, but it seemed that it was not entirely true. It seemed to be closely related to "Ling'er", otherwise, he might not have mistaken her.
"It's inconvenient for you to treat it yourself, so I'll treat it for you. Just bear with it and you'll get better soon. I told you before that you shouldn't have come here tonight!"
His voice was low and rough, with a hint of anxiety in his harsh rebuke. She felt bitter in her heart, and turned her head slightly, enduring this tenderness that did not belong to her. She really could not move now, and her head was dizzy and she just wanted to fall asleep.
In a daze, his fingers touched several places on her arm, as if he wanted to press some acupuncture points to stop her bleeding. Soon her arm felt tight and he bandaged the wound again.
Suddenly there was a sound of cracking beside her ears. She opened her eyes in shock and saw a section of bamboo fence in front of her being knocked down by his palm. It broke into pieces and he picked up a bamboo branch from the debris on the ground.
His palm was injured when he hit the bamboo fence, and the palm was bleeding, but he didn't even look at it, just focused on helping her fix the bones. His fingers were so hot that her skin couldn't help but tremble slightly wherever he touched them.
After bandaging her, he pointed in the direction of the hot spring and ordered in a deep voice: "Let's go! You know how to get out. I can't control myself anymore!"
Qiaochu was startled, and then he noticed an ugly scratch on his arm that was bleeding.
Thinking of the dagger, her heart sank and her eyes became moist, but she couldn't help but laugh softly.
He actually used the same method as her to control his desires, and managed to finish treating her wounds.
It turns out that he and she are the same.
The only difference is that she is for him and he is for another woman.
The scar on his arm, along with the sound of the bamboo cracking, pierced her body fiercely. She heard herself asking softly, "After I leave, will you continue to use this method to control your desire?"
Except for the dim light here, there is darkness everywhere. The night is not over yet, and tomorrow is late.
But he didn't answer her and stumbled into the house.
She stood up with all her strength, gritted her teeth, and walked quickly into the house.
Perhaps she didn't want to give him a chance to regret, and also didn't want to give herself a chance to regret, so she kept walking until she walked behind him and hugged him tightly.
His whole body was burning hot. She dropped her hands in shock and instinctively turned sideways, but her wrists suddenly tightened. She was grabbed by the man and forced to look into his dark eyes full of passion and desire.
"It's too late, Ling, you asked for it"
"Turn out the lights."
As he hurriedly tore her dress apart, she spoke to him in a hoarse voice.
This way, at least, she wouldn't be able to see the deep affection hidden in his eyes.
The voice was immediately