"Back to Zhaoyi, but I have nothing to do to play with Qingyue, I never wanted to attract Zhaoyi to be so excited." Song Zhi straightened his waist and spoke in a calm tone, trying to hide the weakness caused by the pain of the wound.

"Aren't you drunk and have nothing to do to play this?" Qiu Yutong looked incredulous, and then continued, "It's just that you don't understand the rules, and the people serving below don't understand the rules?" Conniving at the noble concubines! "She is a bit of a new official who has taken office with three fires, and she is worthy of being the daughter of a noble family, with a natural majesty.

"Let Zhaoyi dispose of it." Song Zhi leaned down, expecting that Qiu Yutong would not dare to do anything, she was still in the grounding period, no one was allowed to visit without a summons, she broke into the Yilan Hall at night, and had already forgotten Zhao Yichen's holy decree.

"This palace can't make the decision on this matter, and His Majesty Bingming will make a decision later!" Seeing that the scene had become like this, Qiu Yutong was worried that Zhao Yichen would be angry because of this, and he was even more worried that he would accidentally catch fire.

"Your Majesty has arrived!" The shrill voice of the chamberlain pierced the endless darkness.

Zhao Yichen was dressed in a bright yellow five-clawed golden dragon gown, wearing a thin gold crown, sitting on a sedan chair surrounded by a group of people, his eyes were full of gloom.

"What's so noisy?" His voice was deep, slightly nasal, and he looked very tired.

It wasn't until Qiu Yutong informed Zhao Yichen of all the things that happened, that Zhao Yichen changed his face, got off the sedan chair angrily, scolded loudly and retreated from everyone, leaving Song Zhi alone with him in Yilan Palace.

He ordered Song Zhi to take off his clothes, revealing bloodstained peonies, seeing this, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he squeezed Song Zhi's hands and trembled continuously.

"You did such a thing! I'm going to have to get rid of this! Zhao Yichen picked up the knife and scraped it on Song Zhi's arm, and the wound that had finally scabbed was punctured at this time.

The old and new injuries recurred at the same time, which made Song Zhi couldn't help but feel pain.

"You know the pain, too?" Zhao Yichen saw that her pain was unbearable, and it became more and more serious, and the peony was instantly messy, and a trace of beauty no longer existed.

The fleshy arms are intertwined with Zhao Yichen's distinct hands, hidden in the night, revealing the fear that can devour people.

Zhao Yichen scratched the peony messily, and after calming down a little, "Someone!" Closed today! ”

As soon as the sky was bright, Song Zhi could no longer feel the pain of the wound, and it was not until Zhao Yichen picked up his sword that symbolized the majesty of the king that she became even more afraid.

He ordered someone to tie Song Zhi to a wooden stake, hang his hands up, stand behind Song Zhi's back, and gently slash her back with the tip of a knife, "How can you leave a scar on your skin?" If it weren't for that mark, you would be my wife. ”

Although his tone was calm, somehow, the uneasiness in Song Zhi's heart became more and more obvious.

Suddenly, the tip of the knife pierced Song Zhi's skin, and the sweat from the pain flowed down his back, Song Zhi did not cry out in pain, it turned out that she was at fault first, and it was a blessing not to die.

"Why don't you cry out in pain? It seems that it is not enough. Zhao Yichen said to himself, not forgetting to stab the sword deeper into the skin.

It didn't take long for his entire arm to become a blur of flesh and blood, and when he was almost crippled, Song Zhi turned to look at him, "Why do you want to live in your own world all the time?" She's already dead! ”

I don't know where Song Zhi got the courage, I'm afraid it's the self-survival consciousness on the verge of death. Zhao Yichen was stunned, suddenly threw away the handle of the knife and sat on the ground silently, like a wronged child.

Sweat slid down the skin, and it wasn't until Song Zhi was about to fall out of a coma that Zhao Yichen took the weak Song Zhi off the stake and said to the imperial doctor who was already waiting outside the door, "You must not leave any wounds, otherwise you will bring your head to see me!" ”

After tossing all night, the wound healed and cracked, and the mental and physical torture was double-tortured, Song Zhi was already exhausted and could only fall asleep.

Song Zhi was awakened by the stinging pain of the wound, and the fine beads of sweat on his forehead soaked the pillow, only to see Qingyue lying on the edge of the bed, and the tears on her face were still clearly visible.

Song Zhi sighed lightly, this disaster is over, what should I do in the future? She is completely different from Li Si, how long can she rely on this face to support? Song Zhi didn't know that she was supposed to be an eagle flying freely in the desert, but how did she become a plaything now imprisoned in a golden wire cage, outsiders only said that she was a crow flying on a branch and becoming a phoenix, and who could see the blood behind her.

Qingyue was already a shallow sleeper, and she was worried about Song Zhi's wounds, but she just sighed lightly and woke her up.

"Niangniang, why don't we go and talk to Zhuo Gongzi, beg for mercy, don't do such a dangerous thing again, the slave just wants you to live well." Qingyue held Song Zhi's hand tightly, as if she was holding a person who was about to go to Hongmeng.

Song Zhiqiang held up a smile and gently patted Qingyue's forehead. Qingyue is a few years younger than Song Zhi, although she knew Qingyue as a slave and maid in Helan Mansion, but the two talked very happily, Song Zhi regarded Qingyue as her own sister from beginning to end, seeing Qingyue so worried about herself, she gradually raised a trace of warmth in her heart, "Don't be afraid, Helan Zhuo promised to save us when the time comes." ”

The arm was very finely bandaged, and the slightest movement could feel the pain of ten thousand arrows piercing the heart, even so, Song Zhi still sat up with difficulty and handed a blank piece of gold-sprinkled paper to Qingyue.

"Take it and he will know what it means."

Seeing Qingyue leave, Song Zhi fell asleep again, in her dream she was alone in the dark, she couldn't forget Zhao Yichen's terrifying appearance last night, seeing that he was about to stab himself with a sword again, Song Zhi woke up screaming.

After being awakened by the nightmare, Song Zhi vaguely smelled a trace of ambergris, this is Zhao Yichen's exclusive scent, no one dares to share the fragrance with him, he has actually come.

Song Zhi looked around, for fear that he would be next to him again, everything yesterday had not been forgotten, and the horror was still vivid.

There was no one in the room, only a pure white porcelain bottle stood at the head of the bed, and a piece of paper was pressed underneath, "Gold sore medicine, excellent for sword wounds." Just a few words completely reveal the author's momentum like a rainbow, I think that in addition to him can write such words, there is no second person in the world.

"What is this? Give a slap and a date? Song Zhi picked up the porcelain vase and couldn't help but sneer.

With the care of the imperial doctor, plus Song Zhiben has no appetite, and his diet is a lot lighter, perhaps because of the effect of taboo and medicine, the injury on his arm heals surprisingly quickly, and now there is only a faint scar left, and it won't take long to heal.

Since that bottle of gold sore medicine, Song Zhi has not seen Zhao Yichen for a long time, and even Qiu Yutong has not come to trouble recently, it is rare to be quiet.

Zhao Yichen may feel guilty about Song Zhi in his heart, and specially ordered someone to send a lot of novelty objects, including a pipa of the desert royal family.

This pipa Song Zhi is very familiar, she still painted these patterns by herself, and then handed them over to the diplomatic envoy to present, never thought that this back and forth, it was back in her hands.

The memory of the desert royal family resurfaced in Song Zhi's mind, and after the happiness was fleeting, it only increased the sadness, she put those objects into the treasury, and left the pipa by her side.