In fact, Ye Qingli didn't want Qin Yufeng to die now.

At least not in front of her.

She knew that there were a lot of people in ambush outside, and no matter how dexterous and light she was, if a bunch of people fired arrows at the same time, she was afraid that it would be the result of being pierced into a sieve.

Therefore, even if she was eagerly looking forward to it in her heart, she couldn't let Qin Yufeng die now.

He's going to have to die somewhere else!

"Your Majesty, you need to rest now."

If Imperial Doctor Zhang couldn't feel the momentum of this needle tip against Mai Mang, he would have been in the palace for so many years.

He hurriedly went to pick up Qin Yufeng.

And this time, Qin Yufeng didn't refuse, nor did he scold, he just followed Imperial Doctor Zhang out in a leisurely manner, but at this time, Shen Nan came.

"Your Majesty!"

Shen Nan was taken aback when he saw this, he knew the situation best, so he didn't have to think about it to know that Qin Yufeng must have been deflated on Ye Qingli's body.

But he's not Lian'er.

Although his heart hurt Qin Yufeng and he was injured, he would not rashly move Ye Qingli.

He just stared at Ye Qingli coldly and said, "Your Majesty likes you, and I won't touch you, but if one day, Your Majesty doesn't like you, I will definitely break you into pieces." ”

After finishing speaking, he took Qin Yufeng from Imperial Doctor Zhang's hand and left with his own support.

Ye Qingli just didn't hear it, and after watching them leave, she also went out leisurely, admiring Song Yue'er on a big tree not far from where the quilt was.

There have been countless times when she has fantasized and looked forward to the moment when Song Yue'er fell into her hands.

But at this time, no matter what she did, Ye Qingli felt a little bored.

Nothing interesting.

But she walked over anyway and looked at her with a blank face.

At this time, Song Yue'er was still in a coma, her face was pale, as if she was waiting for paper money to be burned.

Her shoulder blades were covered with blood, and the iron chains were squeezed into the flesh, which made her even more miserable, but the wound had been treated by Imperial Doctor Zhang and no longer bled anymore.

But at the beginning, Ye Qingli's fate was much worse than this.

Ye Qingli looked at her like this, and she didn't feel anything in her heart.

At this time, Song Yue'er slowly opened her eyes.

She seemed to be a little confused, squinted her eyes and looked at it for a long time, and after finding out that it was Ye Qingli, she sneered, "How does it feel to be a canary?" ”

lived two lives, but they could only be locked in cages.

Immediately, she mocked again, "If I were you Ye Qingli, I wouldn't be alive and die head-on!" ”

And Ye Qingli just said coldly, "It's much better than you being like a weed, trampling on people." ”

"Humph!"

Song Yue'er couldn't refute, so she could only look at her through gritted teeth.

In her previous life, she couldn't talk about Song Xing'er, who was sharp and sharp, so she could only cry 'soft and weak', begging for the pity of others.

But this is also destined that she can only rely on men's snorts to survive in the future.

So, although Xiao Mingrui likes her a lot, this 'like' is limited to her well-behaved and obedient, and she works hard to offer advice, but she will not be sincere.

It's like a gorgeous robe.

You can like it all the time, or you can like it for a while and throw it away, depending on your mood.

"Do you want to die now, or later?"

Ye Qingli didn't know what he was thinking, so he suddenly asked such a sentence.

Song Yue'er's face was weak, and she laughed disdainfully, "Ye Qingli, you'd better kill me now, otherwise, you will definitely regret it!" ”

Even though she has been tortured to this point, Song Yue'er has never given up the idea of escaping in her heart.

And Ye Qingli looked at her mockingly and asked, "Are you waiting for Wang Yichen to save you?" ”

"Wishful thinking."

Ye Qingli sneered, turned around and began to stroll in the yard, but the voice was just enough to be heard clearly by Song Yue'er, "What kind of virtue Wang Yichen is, I know better than you, for him, only by being useful can he become his temporary dog, but like you, it's a pity, you are not qualified." ”

"You talk nonsense!"

Song Yue'er's gaze suddenly changed, as if she was a little hysterical, "Ye Qingli, you are so self-deceiving, Xiao Tingyi must be dead now, you can only be a golden bird and be locked up here forever!" In the future, you will still be despised by the people of the Qin Kingdom, and in this life, it is still better to live than to die! ”

"Then you don't have to worry about it."

Ye Qingli smiled, walked to the room by himself, and pulled out the iron chain that hurt Qin Yufeng, and the tip was dragged to the ground, making an ugly friction sound.

Song Yue'er just said disdainfully, "What? Like yourself, will I feel your pain too? ”

She laughed extremely sarcastically, as if trying to arouse the pain in Ye Qingli's heart at the beginning, and said, "That's absolutely different, I'm just in pain at most!" ”

And Ye Qingli at that time, what was the feeling in his heart?

Despair! Suffering! Suffocated by betrayal!

But as for myself, it's just a pain for a while.

"Ah, what are you doing!"

Song Yue'er was thinking in her heart, but she didn't expect that Ye Qingli would directly rip off her clothes!

But unexpectedly, Ye Qingli just squatted in front of her, holding the tip of the iron chain in one hand, and began to cut blood marks on Song Yuer's body.

Her hand was neither light nor heavy, but it was enough to cut off strips of flesh on Song Yue'er's body.

Song Yue'er suddenly screamed.

However, Ye Qingli didn't stop at all, and said lightly, "The tip of this iron chain is not so sharp, so it's a bit difficult to cut the meat, plus I haven't killed a pig, so your enjoyment is very bad." ”

“…… You...... Cheap...... Person! ”

Song Yue'er was already in pain, and it was not good to talk too much.

And Ye Qingli was still as steady as Mount Tai, cutting slowly on her, and said expressionlessly, "I won't let you die so quickly, otherwise, you will be blind to a good material with fine skin and tender meat." ”

As he spoke, a large mass of minced meat had accumulated under Ye Qingli's feet.

And Song Yue'er had already rolled her eyes and fainted, so Ye Qingli woke her up directly and asked, "Haven't told me your enjoyment yet, what?" Sleeping comfortably? ”

But at this time, Song Yue'er was no longer able to answer, she was angry, and just stared at her hatefully.

The hatred was like a raging fire, as if it was going to burn Ye Qingli directly to ashes, but Ye Qingli still looked unfazed, stretched out his finger and rubbed it on her wound, and said, "You are really like the bacon hanging out of the door of every house now." ”

"It's boring."

Ye Qingli poked her wound hard, stood up, and Shi Shiran said, "Forget it, I'm not happy at all about you like this, but I still won't let you die." ”

With that, she turned and went back into the house.

Then, there was a 'bang' and the door slammed shut.

On the outside, Ye Qingli seemed to be bored, so she left Song Yue'er, but in fact, she just wanted to get a little ink......

She didn't have any pen, ink, paper and inkstone here, and it was too difficult to pass on the news.

Therefore, after thinking about it for a long time, Ye Qingli finally came up with such a method, which can be regarded as Song Yue'er's waste utilization.

Don't look at her calm outside, when she returned to the house, and after closing the door, she couldn't help but let out a long breath, only to feel her heart pounding incessantly.

However, she did not dare to delay.

Because the time drags on, the blood stains are easy to dry on the hands.

She hurriedly washed her hands in the water, leaving all the blood in the basin, and then, somewhat anxiously, waited for the blood to settle, which had passed for about two quarters of an hour.

After the blood color finally completely settled, Ye Qingli carefully poured out the excess water, and then added the bladder glue that had been prepared in advance.

This maw bladder glue is actually a glue made from the swim bladder on the fish.

The main effect of swim bladder glue is coagulation.

Ye Qingli needs to turn the blood into ink that can be colored, so it is also necessary to slightly condense the blood color, so that it is easy to write on the paper.

Soon, the ink was ready.

As long as the first steps are done smoothly, the rest will not be a problem.

But she also needed a pen.

The note she needed to carry with the lark would have been small, and she would never have been able to write it down with her fingers.

Thinking about it, she locked her gaze on her hair.

Of course, it's not that you cut out a bunch and make a nib like a brush tip, it's because the paper is too small.

She can only write with strands of hair.

"Tiger ......"

Taking a deep breath, Ye Qingli couldn't help but be helpless, this is a huge and laborious project.

The hair was too fine, and it was not suitable for a pen at all, but she had no other choice but to write a few words in a hurry and trace them over and over again.

'Chirp Chirp'!

It was amazing that the lark had been quietly hiding in the corner of the bed and had not made a sound.

It was only now that it tentatively let out a chirp, and finally, it spread its wings and flew to Ye Qingli's shoulder, blinking its small eyes like mung beans, watching Ye Qingli continue to write.

But what Ye Qingli didn't know was that this little lark was a smiling eye from Du Qianrao.

Most people in the Temple of the Wind have a close-fitting bird that has been trained in secret, and they don't use it to deliver messages if they don't have anything important.

Therefore, Du Qianrao has never used Xiaobailing.

This time something happened to her, Chu Xun could only release Xiao Bailing to find her whereabouts.

At this time, Ye Qingli felt that she was about to go blind, and at the same time, her wrist was very sore, but she didn't dare to tremble at all, for fear that if she was not careful, she would pollute the handwriting.

So, in just a few words, it made her whole body sweat profusely, and her palms were full of sticky sweat.

"It's up to you, little one."

Ye Qingli gently dried the handwriting on the paper, and then, once again, smeared the poisonous powder of the purple frost leaf, and in an instant, the handwriting had disappeared!

"Chirp!"

The lark called again, and Ye Qingli hurriedly rubbed the note finely, carefully put it into the tube, and picked some pieces on the candle, sealed the small tube in its original form, and reinstalled it on Xiao Lark's body.

"Go ahead, I hope you can bring me good news."

Ye Qingli touched Xiao Bailing's head, crushed a little pastry, and fed it a little, and the little Bailing shook his wings and began to jump, as if he couldn't wait to complete his task.

"Go ahead."

Ye Qingli said softly, then went to push open the window, and Xiao Bailing spread his wings and flew happily to the sky.

But at this moment, she suddenly heard a voice outside, "Quick! It's right there! ”

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