Bei Gong Tengxiao's heart ached like needles. As soon as he entered the house, he saw Chu Jiaoli biting the strip of cloth and scratching her arm with a dagger. He immediately threw away the dagger and tore off the clothes on her body to help her.
Bandage.
Looking at the bloody mess on his arm, his soul was so frightened that he could not care less about what she was carving on?
Looking down again, I saw that the overturned table was covered with papers full of words, scattered all over the floor, and his name was written repeatedly on every piece of white paper.
He leaned over to pick up a piece of paper that fell on the ground, raised his hand to touch her handwriting, and counted forty-nine strokes. On her arm, she carved forty-nine knife strokes for him... Thinking of this, he was almost suffocated in pain. He walked forward quickly and hugged her tightly. His voice was shaking uncontrollably: "Idiot! Why are you so stupid?"
Chu Jiaoli was crying and sobbing a little, looking confused and at a loss: "If I can't read anymore... what should I do? Tell me, what should I do so that I won't forget you?"
Beigong Tengxiao looked down at her, wiped away her tears with his fingertips, looked at her lovingly, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said in a gentle tone: "It's okay, Li'er, I don't need you.
Remember, forget about me...it’s not a big deal, huh?"
Chu Jiaoli looked at him, her eyes filled with grievances, and she cried harder and harder, saying: "No, I...I really don't want to...don't want to forget you..."
She never just talks, she means it.
Beigong Tengxiao grabbed her shoulders and looked directly into her eyes that were red from crying. His own eyes were also slightly red. He was filled with guilt and fell into endless pain.
His expression was solemn and solemn, and he said in a low voice: "If it makes you so painful to remember me, I would rather never see you again and disappear from your eyes!"
Chu Jiaoli was so shocked that she stopped sobbing and just stared at him blankly. Before she could react, her body was frozen in place by Beigong Tengxiao's acupuncture points.
Beigong Tengxiao picked up the dagger with dried blood on the ground and said: "Chu Jiaoli, whatever you want to do, I can condone you, only hurt yourself. No matter what the reason is, but this matter
, I am determined not to tolerate it."
Chu Jiaoli frowned and said, "What are you going to do?"
Beigong Tengxiao looked at her, untied the straps around his sleeves, and took off his wide sleeves. He lightly scratched the skin with a sharp dagger, and blood beads rolled down immediately.
"Your Highness! What are you doing!" Chu Jiaoli exclaimed, looking stunned and frightened.
"You have to endure forty-nine knives for me. How about I accept 490 knives for you? Will the Crown Princess be satisfied?"
As he spoke, several more knives were drawn across him. He looked at his arm as if he felt no pain, and said calmly: "What do you like me to write? You said, I will write." Just as he finished speaking, he was already clean.
The four characters "Beigong Tengxiao" were neatly engraved.
"No! Your Highness, don't do this!" Tears overflowed from Chu Jiaoli's eyes. She watched the sharp blades continuously scratching his arms. She felt terribly distressed. However, she could not move her hands and feet, so she could only sob.
Crying.
As if he knew what she was going to do, Beigong Tengxiao lowered his head and said, "If you dare to forcefully open the acupuncture point, I will carve it deeper."
"You are torturing me!" Chu Jiaoli exclaimed.
"Why don't you torture me?" Beigong Tengxiao laughed bitterly and said, "Chu Jiaoli, I really hate you for doing this to yourself, but I am reluctant to punish you, so I can only blame you.
I failed to take good care of you."
The blood had soaked the clothes and stained a large area. The strong smell of blood once again filled the room. Chu Jiaoli's lips and teeth trembled and she said: "Don't...don't carve it anymore...it's wrong, I know it's wrong,
Please..."
Beigong Tengxiao still did not stop his movements and said: "If this arm cannot be carved, I will ask Jing Yue to come and carve it together later."
"No!" Chu Jiaoli burst into tears, her eyes were wet with tears. Seeing that he was not moved at all, she said anxiously, "How can you review the memorial when you are so seriously injured? The situation is critical now. Do you want the throne?
If you don’t protect me, will Prince Qi usurp the throne? If you can’t become the emperor, how can you protect me?”
Hearing this, Beigong Tengxiao paused, looked at her in bewilderment, and said: "You have learned how to threaten me?"
Chu Jiaoli sniffed and said, "You forced me!"
"The injury is to the left arm. Even if it is disabled, it will not affect government affairs."
"There will always be a lot of inconveniences. What if...what if someone breaks into the house and assassinates me? If that person is a top expert, are you going to protect me with a broken arm?"
Beigong Tengxiao sighed softly, and finally threw the knife on the ground casually, raised his hand to relieve her acupuncture point, and took out a clean handkerchief from his arms. When he saw her trying to snatch it to wipe his wound, he frowned slightly.
He frowned and removed the hand holding the handkerchief. After she snatched it to no avail, he used the handkerchief to wipe away the tears on her face.
Chu Jiaoli lowered her head and had no time to pay attention to him despite his fiddling. She grabbed his injured arm and cried more and more sadly.
Beigong Tengxiao clearly felt her slender fingers trembling, but he held her in his arms with one hand, rested his chin on her head, and said: "This is a small punishment, don't hurt yourself again."<
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"Okay, okay." Chu Jiaoli hurriedly agreed, "I was wrong, never again, never again!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the stone door opened. Jingyue walked out of the secret room holding the medicine bowl. Seeing Bei Gong Tengxiao's arm dripping with blood, he subconsciously squeezed the medicine bowl tightly, walked to the two of them with steady and fast steps, and took the medicine bowl.
To Chu Jiaoli, her tone was much more urgent than usual: "Princess, please take some medicine."
Beigong Tengxiao let her go, stared at her and said: "Drink."
Chu Jiaoli sniffed, nodded, took the medicine bowl and drank it obediently.
Jingyue took out the hemostatic bandage and medicinal powder she carried with her and expertly bandaged Beigong Tengxiao's wound.
Chu Jiaoli stretched out the empty bowl in front of him, looked at him cautiously, and said, "Drink it."
Seeing this, Beigong Tengxiao raised his hand and stroked her head, and the injured arm had been bandaged.
After Jingyue left, the whole room felt lonely.
Chu Jiaoli was still looking at his bandaged arm with a sad face, dazed in a daze.
Beigong Tengxiao bowed his head, closed her lips, soothed her thoughts, and said slowly after a long time: "We take medicine well, you will remember everything and return to normal."
Chu Jiaoli pursed her lips, and then nodded gently, with no intention of disobeying.
After a while, Chu Jiaoli fell asleep slowly, holding tightly the paper with his name written on it that the maid had just arranged with both hands. It seemed that she could sleep peacefully with such thoughts.
