Inside the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Gu Huanting looked at Mo Chen, who was in a hurry in front of him, with a grim face.

Mo Chen didn't speak, and there was a hoarse "Yu Luoxi" in the distance, he took a deep look at Gu Huanting, the meaning was unknown, and then turned around and left with Liu Qingfeng.

Outside the gate, there was silence.

Mochen looked up at the night sky, and seemed to be able to see the bright galaxy through the clouds.

"Qingfeng, have you ever had that feeling, the feeling of being led by the nose by an inexplicable emotion, following it for no reason and without any position?"

He was obviously standing next to Liu Qingfeng, but his voice seemed to come from a far away, which made it difficult for people to hear it.

"Lord, you are tired, rest early!" Liu Qingfeng knew his situation very well, he couldn't indulge his master to touch those things he shouldn't touch.

Mo Chen took the lead and immersed himself in the night, drowned in darkness along with the little starlight that had been lit in his eyes for many years.

Since his mother's death, everything has changed for him, everything can't be according to his own heart, the only thing he can do is to step on the road paved for him by that person step by step, even the speed of walking must be controlled by that person, he thought, he is probably a puppet, a puppet who is not allowed to have any feelings.

Willingly?

It's not like he hasn't resisted.

On that sunny afternoon, the little friend who had accompanied him through countless days and nights was lying in his arms, he could clearly feel the temperature of the person in his arms dissipating little by little, and finally became cold and stiff, that kind of fear, that deep sense of powerlessness, deeply imprinted in his mind, and there was no way to forget, from that time on, he was no longer struggling, numb and at the mercy of others.

Yu House.

Yu Boya never expected that the first day she lived in this mansion would be like this.

He put Yu Luoxi in his arms on the soft collapse, and the wound on her back could only allow her to lie on her stomach, although he had tried his best to make her movements gentle, but when she just touched the bed, a moan still overflowed from her mouth.

Yu Boya looked down his back, and he was about to suffocate.

He never imagined that she would be so badly injured.

There was no intact part of her entire back, her clothes were torn into countless thin strips, stained with blood, crumpled and crumpled on her skin, long wounds of different depths, crisscrossed on her back, some wounds were deeper, flesh was rolling, and blood was oozing from the wounds, the outside of the wounds was red and swollen, some of the blood had coagulated, undulating and undulating, like thirsty and cracked earth.

A wound snaked down his neck to his buttocks, and he stood there a little unable to start.

Yu Luoxi was unconscious and awake in pain, and after waking up, there was an overwhelming sense of pain, and she said angrily: "Boya, drunken township...... Rain...... Hairpin Niang...... Go. Then he lost consciousness again in excruciating pain.

Yu Boya hurriedly pulled the quilt over her waist, and the wind disappeared into the room.

Yanyu never thought that seeing Yu Luoxi again was like this.

That day, she freshened up early and dressed up and waited, waiting to go to a happy and stable place with that bright person, she waited from the early morning to the sun, and saw the stars from the sunset, and finally let herself go back to a pool of stagnant water, and the waves were not alarmed.

Resentment? It's probably just discouragement and loss.

Now seeing Yu Luoxi lying on the bed dying, she was relieved and pitiful.

Yanyu looked at Yu Luoxi's scars all over her back in disbelief, she couldn't understand who would put such a heavy hand on such a person with a bright smile and a pure heart.

When I first arrived, Yanyu didn't know where the room was, and there was no one around me who could help, and I was pampered since I was a child, and I didn't use things like making fires, so I panicked for a while.

When he was spinning like an ant on a hot pot, Yu Boya came in with a handkerchief in his mouth and a wooden basin in his hand.

Yanyu hurriedly took the hot water and put it on the stool next to the bed, and said without looking back, "Scissors." ”

She soaked the veil and gently wiped the blood from the relatively shallow skin of the wound, and in a short time, the water was stained bright red.

Yu Boya handed over the scissors, standing not far away, a little anxiously wanting to see but unable to look.

Yanyu used sharp scissors to cut the clothes on her back little by little, some blood scabs were even with strips of cloth, and blood gushed out as soon as she pulled it, but the person lying on her stomach did not react, and she didn't even scream softly, if it weren't for the gentle undulation of hair on the tip of her nose, she thought that the person lying down was just a corpse.

"Change the water!"

"Change the water!"

"Change the water!"

"Change the water!"

The whole room was filled with a strong smell of blood, except for the words of 'changing water' and the sound of changing water.

After countless water changes, the blood stains on the back were cleaned up, and the scars became clearer, and what caught my eye was a shocking long and short whiplash.

At this time, the hairpin girl also took the doctor into the room, and the doctor was shocked at first glance, this should be something he has rarely seen in many years of medical treatment, a woman is subjected to such a cruel punishment.

At this time, although Yu Luoxi's back was bare, there were no men or women in the eyes of the doctor, not to mention the current situation, no one went to delve into some other things.

The doctor shook his head, wanted to speak and stopped, and finally only said that it was all up to the injured person's creation, took the pen and prescribed the medicine, left some medicine powder for external use, instructed a few precautions, and then took the silver and left.

Several people in the room, hearing the doctor's metaphor, were silent to each other.

Hairpin Niang took the lead in speaking, instructed the maids around her to go and grab the medicine, and left a few rough girls, and said with a ashamed face: "I have something important to do, and it is inconvenient to stay for a long time at this moment, so I will return when I am busy. After saying that, he hurriedly went out.

Because Yu Luoxi's scars all over his body could not cover the quilt for the time being, Yu Boya could only retreat and go out, leaving Yanyu to help with the medicine.

The moment he closed the door, Yu Boya slipped decadently down the corner of the wall, his head buried in the crook of his arm, his hair passed through his fingers, and he struggled deeply into his fingers, he thought that he was foolproof, with her mind, he must have gone around, he had enough time to help her get out of trouble, he never thought that she would be like this if she was too late.

Yanyu trembled his hands, and gently sprinkled the white medicinal powder on the shocking wound, maybe it was too painful, Yu Luoxi woke up suddenly, his teeth trembled and bumped together, making a fast frequency 'da-da' sound, and people couldn't help but feel their hearts tighten.

After the tea, the huge pain had numbed her nerves, and she just tilted her head and looked into the distance, as if she had seen another world through the door, saw life and death, and then closed her eyes and became confused.

In the early morning of the next day, there was a soft cry from inside the door, and Yu Boya, who had been squatting in the courtyard all night, rushed in like crazy.