Luo Xiaoxiao wanted to talk to Beigong Yao from the beginning, but his gaze always fell on a point in the void.

That's it.

Remembering what this body had done to him......

Changing places, Luo Xiaoxiao was able to chop that person.

Knowing that her staying here was a psychological shadow for Beigong Yao, Luo Xiaoxiao stood up and ordered the imperial doctor in a rather annoying tone: "The person is handed over to you." If it can't be cured, you can bring it up. ”

"Let's go."

She got up and left the ruined palace with a group of attendants.

When her back disappeared, the imperial doctor dared to put down Beigong Yao's hanging hands.

He gathered his clothes, and the bruises on his wrists were almost dripping blood because he was struggling so badly.

The unbearable pain did not change his complexion in the slightest.

The Imperial Doctor looked a little unbearable.

This should have been a golden and noble existence, but it has come to this point......

He took out the ointment to invigorate blood and dispel blood stasis: "Second prince, twice a day, the wound will heal faster." ”

Beigong Yao took it silently.

The imperial doctor said: "That Miss Luo, even the emperor's favorite seventh princess has to respect her for three points, and the second prince, you should avoid her in the future." ”

Beigong Yao's eyes were full of mockery.

In this deep palace where people eat people and don't spit out bones, where can people avoid many things?

The Imperial Doctor also realized that he was talking nonsense, and closed his mouth to concentrate on treating his wounds.

The ears were quiet, but Beigong Yao remembered Luo Xiaoxiao.

He had seen her many times.

Every time we meet. It meant that she had thought of a new way to torture him.

This time, she even asked him to dress up as a woman, saying that with his color, he would definitely be able to overshadow the so-called Oiran if he was sent to the small pavilion.

It's a pity that his mother gave birth to a dead baby due to the change of the Ye family when she was in labor, otherwise she would have been sent to the Qinglou like him to atone for the Ye family.

In a fit of rage, he wounded her with a knife.

He was ready to meet her wrath, and the only way to torment him was those things.

He was used to the pain of flesh and skin.

It's just that she said fiercely, and she wanted to keep him to torture slowly, but she didn't actually do anything.

This is so different from her usual days.

And I don't know if it's his delusion, I feel like she opened her eyes again, obviously the person is still the same person, but it's just the feeling...... She's not her anymore.

"Second Prince." The eunuch came in with a medicine bowl, and said angrily: "Do you drink it yourself, or do you want a slave to serve you?" ”

Beigong Yao retracted his thoughts, picked up the decoction, and drank it all.

Bitterness filled his mouth, almost paralyzing his palate.

He swallowed the last mouthful of the decoction and thought indifferently:

What's the difference?

The man is still the same person, but he is tortured in a more gentle way.

Night falls.

Luo Xiaoxiao changed into a night suit and sneaked out of the window.

As soon as she came back today, the old prince waited at the gate of the mansion with more than a dozen holy hands, and checked the wounds for her one by one, making sure that it was really only a small injury, and she was stared at by the old prince and poured a bowl of decoction.

She wanted to vomit bitterly.

Even those holy hands said that they had added a lot of licorice, and it was not bitter.

Bah!

Luo Xiaoxiao couldn't wait to pour a bowl for each of them, to see if they could still open their eyes and talk nonsense.

She originally thought that the old prince would ask her what was going on with the wound, but who knew that the old prince saw that she had taken the medicine, so he left leisurely.

Make it clear that she knows that she is not the one who will make herself suffer.

She wasn't.