Qiucao woke up leisurely, stroked his injured forehead, coughed twice uncomfortably, and sat up with his body propped up.
What caught his eyes was darkness. Qiucao was startled for a moment before he remembered that he was imprisoned in a dungeon.
I don't know where the prison is.
Qiucao huddled in the corner, looked up at the narrow window that only let in the light, and sighed softly.
When she was imprisoned, her eyes were covered with blood and she could not see her surroundings clearly. She could only judge by hearing that she seemed to be imprisoned in a cell in the deepest part of the dungeon.[
It was eerily quiet all around.
Qiucao stood up holding on to the dark wall and looked around the corridor. Sure enough, she found that the surrounding cells were empty and no prisoners were being held. The corridor was dark except for an oil lamp burning on a small wooden table next to the torture instruments.
There is no end of the corridor, and there is no longer any light.
Qiucao slowly sat down while holding on to the wooden pillars of the cell, and saw a hardened steamed bun and a bowl of water placed at the door.
Is this her food?
Qiucao tugged at her lips and curved a sad smile.
As expected of the third prince, he is indeed ruthless.
After taking another look at her surroundings, she covered her mouth and coughed twice, endured the dizziness and stood up. She walked back to the place where the straw was placed and sat down, leaning against the cold wall and panting slightly.
Feeling dizzy and struggling for a long time, Qiucao was really tired. She moved her body slowly and slowly slipped down in the straw. She closed her sour eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
I don't know how much time passed, but Qiucao, who was sleeping very uneasily, vaguely heard the sound of steady footsteps in the corridor, approaching slowly step by step.
Is it Xiaohong?
When she was dazed, Qiucao frowned and wanted to open her eyes, but she didn't have any strength in her body. Her eyelids seemed as heavy as lead. She gritted her teeth and tried for a long time, but couldn't open her eyes, so she simply gave up.
The footsteps had stopped, and in a daze, Qiucao felt a slender figure stop in front of him, and then slowly squatted down.
After a while, she felt a slight chill on her forehead. Qiucao shrank reflexively. The man paused and continued to apply the ointment with a faint medicinal smell on her forehead.