Dong Gong Mei

Chapter 102 It hurts, don't!

Zhao Xiwei's eyelashes trembled, and he subconsciously withdrew his hand, but it was too late, a piercing pain came from his fingertips, and reached his heart from his bone marrow.

"pain--"

She tightened her fingers suddenly, and retracted her arm with all her strength.

Gu Hansu was not successful in his training, so he refused to give up, so he persuaded softly: "Miss Zhao, this is for your own good..."

"No..." She shrank her body, her fingers clenched tightly into fists, even her joints were turning blue and white, but she refused to let Gu Hansu get any closer.

A bright red drop of blood oozes from the fingertips, then spreads slowly along the cracks between the fingers, and finally drips silently, a red flower blooms on the carpet.

Her eyes were filled with helplessness, and she couldn't help trembling as she watched the blood dripping down continuously.

The pain from the fingertips was like countless small, cold poisonous snakes, entering her heart along the blood, stretching out extremely sharp fangs, as if to tear her whole body apart.

But her mind went blank and she didn't know how to respond.

Everything in front of her seemed to become blurred, and then all the light disappeared, leaving only a boundless blackness. She struggled hard and widened her eyes to see clearly, but found that the blackness suddenly became A cloud of dazzling bright red flooded over the sky and covered the earth.

is blood!

She screamed, "No!"

A broad palm landed on the back of her hand.

The palm was warm and dry, the knuckles were slender and strong, slowly inserted from between her fingers, and then intertwined with her five fingers.

The force was neither light nor heavy, but strong, calm, and irresistible, making her unable to struggle any longer.

It was as if she was breathing when she was drowning, as if she was hugged when she fell off a cliff, the temperature from his fingertips spread to her heart bit by bit along the skin, giving her the luxury of peace.

She slowly opened her eyes.

He saw Li Xuanye staring at him calmly.

He didn't speak, and there was an imperceptible softness in those majestic eyes, like the bright light of a cold snowy night, although it was cold, it brought her a glimmer of hope.

The whole world suddenly became quiet and clear.

His broad chest was half bent down, and he gently protected her with a protective gesture, and a clear and soft voice sounded in her ears: "Don't be afraid."

Her tense mood suddenly relaxed, allowing him to hold her palm like this.

Gu Hansu gave a low cough and reminded: "Your Highness, it's already dark."

Zhao Xiwei has been away for too long, if the whole palace knows about the disturbance, it will not end well.

Li Xuanye glanced down at the person in his arms, the softness in his gaze gradually subsided, and nodded to Gu Hansu: "Go on."

"Offended." Gu Hansu cupped his hands and pinched the silver needle again.

He has gained experience this time, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, anyway, ten fingers need to be pricked once, it is better to end this torture in the shortest time.

But when he strikes, he is fast, accurate and ruthless, his sleeves are flying, and the cold light is dotted, accompanied by the dripping of blood, like swinging a sword to chop peach blossoms.

Zhao Xiwei couldn't help shrinking back in pain, but behind her was Li Xuanye's broad chest, blocking her way like a mountain.

Instinctively, she wanted to retract her fingers, but he held them firmly, and she couldn't help her to struggle.

In bursts of heart-piercing pain, tears finally welled up in her eyes: "No, it hurts..."

Hearing this almost desperate begging, Gu Hansu's needle hand was stiff.

He looked at His Royal Highness, and his eyes clearly said: "Should I continue?"

Li Xuanye's expression was solemn, without any sympathy: "Continue."

"Yes." Gu Hansu immediately bowed his head, turned his fingers, and immediately pinched another silver needle.

Tears rolled down like pearls, Zhao Xiwei felt that even her breathing was going to be stagnant, but those hard arms still refused to give in and held her back, making it impossible for her to escape the pain.

Almost without any hesitation, she turned her head and bit his shoulder.

A muffled hum sounded, and Gu Hansu saw the prince's brow wrinkled.

He hurriedly stopped the needle in his hand, and before he could speak, Li Xuanye said calmly: "It's nothing, you can continue."

Gu Hansu didn't dare to procrastinate any longer, he finally finished piercing one palm, and switched to the other hand.

Zhao Xiwei's fingertips were stained with blood, but Li Xuanye remained motionless from beginning to end, and even a trace of blood oozed from his shoulder, without frowning.

This difficult consultation was finally over, and Gu Hansu's back was covered with sweat.

Yang Yi, who was waiting outside, brought warm water, Li Xuanye washed his hands carefully, and Yuan Ce, who was standing beside him, hurriedly handed over a clean brocade handkerchief. While wiping his hands slowly, he glanced at the tear-stained face, Shen Sheng said: "Go and call Lingxi."

Lingxi was holding a bowl of sweet and sour cherry cheese in the warm pavilion and was eating sweetly. Hearing Yuan Ce's message, he quickly trotted over with his skirt in hand.

"Brother, how is Miss Zhao?"

She just opened the door and came in, when she heard Li Xuanye order: "Take Miss Zhao down, have someone wash her face, and then take her back to Changxin Palace, and say that she fell into the water in Fengyang Pavilion and was caught by yours." People came up to rescue."

Lingxi looked at his brother suspiciously.

His expression was still as calm and majestic as usual, and he really couldn't see any clues.

The more Lingxi thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, and blurted out: "Brother, since you are worried about her, why didn't you send her out yourself?"

Li Xuanye did not deny or affirm, but simply replied briefly and casually: "King Goguryeo sent envoys to Beijing, and there will be a banquet in Linde Palace tonight, and I want to receive the emperor on behalf of my father."

Hearing that there are state affairs at hand, Lingxi nodded obediently, took Zhao Xiwei's hand and said with a smile, "Don't worry, if the queen mother asks, I will never miss a word."

The winter night is cold and dark, with no stars or moon, only the rustling north wind, passing through the corridors of the palace, making the silver bells under the eaves jingle.

The palace lanterns hanging on the corridor were shining brightly. Li Xuanye was dressed in a brocade robe with gold patterns on a black background, standing there with his hands behind his back, like a shining star in the boundless night sky.

Gu Hansu watched from the side, and said: "Since Your Highness has a heart, why don't you keep this girl by your side?"

Li Xuanye did not answer, but turned around decisively.

But Yuan Ce greeted him with something: "Your Highness, the thing I picked up in the dressing room just now seems to belong to Miss Zhao."

Li Xuanye took it, it was a rose hair pin.

His fingers were long and slender, with overlapping pink flowers, like a delicate rose picked in the spring rain, blooming at his well-articulated fingertips.

Yuan Ce said: "Your Highness, Miss Zhao hasn't gone far yet, there is still time for my subordinates to send her there."

(End of this chapter)