When I woke up, I found that I was back in the room I stayed in when I first came here. There was fresh incense, soft and comfortable bedding, and the mattress underneath was soft and soft, but it was cool in the middle of summer.
A layer of transparent ointment with green spots has been smeared on my back. It has a faint fragrance. I don’t know where the good medicine came from, and I have never seen it in modern times. There is just a slight refreshing coolness on my back, as long as it is not disturbed
I can't feel the pain on my back.
Seeing that I woke up, the maid beside the bed gently helped me put on my coat and brought me a bowl of porridge. I finally stopped eating steamed buns. After I drank the porridge, she helped me lie down to rest and then walked out.
It seems that this escape is still beneficial? I am thinking about whether to run two more times.
Suddenly, I felt a stabbing pain in my stomach. Could it be that the internal organs were injured? When my throat became hot, I vomited out blood. The blood was a little black. It didn’t look like an internal injury, but more like poisoning. Oh my god, could it be that there were only a few hard-on wounds?
There was poison in the steamed buns, and he was the one who put it there.
Just as I was thinking about it, I felt another stabbing pain in my stomach, like thousands of needles pricking me non-stop. I curled up in pain, which affected the wound on my back, and there was another tearing pain. But compared to the pain in my belly,
It hurt, and it was like a hut. It seemed like I was really poisoned. I was about to call someone, but another mouthful of black blood came out.
After some time, I lost consciousness, and I felt someone lifting me up and putting a pill into my mouth. I didn’t care if it was a new poison, I was already in agony. A dead horse was considered a living thing.
The horse was healed and swallowed it.
After a while, the abdominal pain really got better. Faintly, a hand gently pushed away the messy hair on my forehead and wiped the cold sweat from my face. I started to dream again, just like the last time I dreamed about Peach Blossom Town.
Well, at least no one is bothering me now, so I don’t have to think about anything, so I can just continue with this dream.
I fell into a deep sleep, and I don’t know how long I slept. Someone was vaguely applying ointment, and someone was feeding me some decoction. I accepted it in a trance. It’s just that there were more and more decoctions, and each bowl was more bitter than the last.
.Finally I woke up a little. I opened my eyes and saw another bowl of black and messy soup in front of me.
"What is this?" Have I been eating these for the past few days? My stomach was churning.
"It's medicine. I tell you to drink it." She gently took a spoonful and handed it to my mouth.
"No." I tilted my head back. It would be great if it was a bowl of porridge. It would be better if there were scallops or something in it. "Uh, is there porridge? Didn't the doctor say that you should take medicine after a meal?
Is it effective?”
"The doctor said you need to drink it while it's hot to be effective." She blinked and looked at me, as if to say, you seem to have been unconscious. When did you see the doctor?
"Well, this medicine is very hot now. When I finish drinking the porridge, it will be hotter. I drink it while it's hot, right?" The little maid looks like she should be thirteen or fourteen years old. It's easier to fool her. That little maid.
He brought the medicine to the table with a clang. He turned around and knelt down.
"Xiao Cui has met me." It seems that my porridge has little hope.
"Why haven't you taken the medicine yet?"
"When I go back to you, the young lady said that I want to have a bowl of porridge first."
"Okay, go down." He walked in, picked up the medicine on the table, and walked to the bed.
"Do you want to drink it yourself, or should I help you?"
"Then just drink it for me." If you want to drink it, drink it yourself and don't involve me.
"Are you serious?" His eyes were strange and dangerous, and his tone was chilling.
"Fake." From the look on his face, he probably wanted to drink it. I'd better drink it myself. It would definitely be less painful.
I took the bowl of medicine and stared at it for a long time. I just couldn't swallow it. What the hell is this? It can be so black. When I saw him reaching out his hand, I closed my eyes, pinched my nose, and took a sip.
, I shouted for help in my heart. I don’t know how long I shouted, but I finally finished drinking the medicine. At this time, the little girl came back and brought porridge. She came over and took the bowl from my hand, while I kept staring at the table.
The porridge served seemed to have a lot of ingredients added to it.
"Give me the porridge." The medicine is really not that bitter. I need to eat something else to wash away the bitter taste. And I'm really hungry.
The maid handed the porridge over, and it was about to reach my hand, but suddenly a crow appeared halfway and snatched it away.
"You go out first." The little maid responded and went out.
"Well, give me the porridge." I knew that the porridge should strictly belong to him, but I couldn't say in a low voice, please give me a bowl of porridge to drink. A great person once said that the posture must be good-looking.
.
He ignored me and took out a bottle and poured some yellow powder into it. I stared at him and thought: Is there anyone in the world who would poison me in front of you? No!
He put the porridge in my hand. I stared at it for a long time without daring to move. It couldn't be some kind of perverted medicine, something that could corrode the bones or the heart.
"Don't worry, take it. It's not poison." He saw my concerns and said
"What is that?" No matter what, if my guess is correct, he shouldn't be looking for trouble to poison or detoxify or anything like that. Eat it, don't starve to death no matter what the hell you do.
"Do you know how you were poisoned?"
"Then I have to ask you, how do I know?" Che, how do I know? The porridge tastes really good, and it has a light fragrance.
"You were poisoned nine months ago. It is a strange poison from the southern Miao Kingdom. The poison lasts for twelve months. This is a chronic poison. It is poisoned every other month for ten months.
Normally you look like a normal person. But in the twelfth month when the poison takes effect, the poisonous bug emerges from the cocoon, and there will be pain and swelling in the abdomen, just like a woman who is pregnant and will bleed and die. The cause of death will be
Determined to be..."
Listening to his words, I was dumbfounded. Who hates me so much and wants to raise poisonous insects in my belly and make me die in such pain, and yet it's not fair.
"Who do you have such a deep hatred for?" He took out a silk handkerchief from somewhere and wiped the corner of my mouth so tenderly. I was a little confused. Such gentleness could belong to such a person in front of me.
"Besides you, I really can't think of anyone else." I said in a daze. As soon as I said it, I regretted it. It seemed that he was not the one who poisoned me. Who could it be? I couldn't figure out who it was. I was offended again.
What a master.
"Haha... That's best. I'm afraid you've offended someone and you don't even know it yet."
"You said that I was poisoned nine months ago, that is, it was less than 12 months, and it was not yet time for the poison to take effect. How could it be..."
"The whipping breaks the hidden poison eggs and the poison is forced out. Otherwise, no one will be able to save you in the twelfth month."
"Then why did you save me?" Didn't he always want me to die? It was still the kind of life that was worse than death. It is said that that is the highest state of torture.
"I said, you can only die in my hands." The magnetic voice is as ghostly as it is, making people tremble. Like an ice needle passing through it, I am chilled from head to sole. He really isn't.
Ordinary horror and perversion, if I die in anyone's hands, it won't always be my death. It's really...
"If my poison hasn't been cleaned up yet, you have to hurry up before it becomes poisonous." I reminded him. Actually, I wanted to ask, tmd, how long can I live?
"Haha, you are more anxious than me. Don't worry, the poison has been eliminated just now." It turns out that the porridge is the antidote. I know I can live longer, but, grandma, how can this look like
The beginning of a new round of torture.
"Miss, it's time to take medicine." The little maid came in with a bowl of medicine.
"I'm fine, the poison has been cured, no need to take any more." At this frequency, I have to take several bowls of medicine a day.
"The doctor said the last bowl was for whiplash, and this one is for typhoid fever." She said seriously.
"When did I get typhoid fever?" No, why didn't I know?
"Miss's typhoid fever is very severe. She has chills and fever, and she has been talking nonsense for a long time. Our master..." The little maid immediately stopped talking when she met Murong Chong's sharp eyes.
"Then I'm fine now. I don't have a fever anymore and I don't talk nonsense anymore. I don't need to take any more. And you see it's such a hot day, so don't waste it..." But when I saw him, he picked up the medicine and walked towards me.
Before bed, my voice gradually weakened, and the last words could only be stuck in my throat.
Looking at the big bowl of mushy stuff in his hand, he announced that this was the beginning of a new round of torture. Drink it. If you are really being fed, it will be much more painful than drinking it by yourself. Since it is torture, of course you must suffer the minimum.