This princess is inappropriate

his name?

Beigong Tengxiao's heart was in pain like a needle prick. He had just entered the room when he saw Chu Jiaoli biting a cloth strip and scratching his arm with a dagger. Bandage.

Seeing the bloody and bloody arm, his soul would be pulled away in fright, so who cares what she is engraving?
Looking down again, the overturned table was densely packed with papers full of words, scattered all over the floor, and every piece of white paper was writing his name repeatedly.

He bent down to pick up a piece of paper that fell on the ground, raised his hand to stroke her handwriting, and counted carefully, there were as many as 49 strokes, and 49 knives were carved for him on her arm...

Thinking of this, he almost suffocated in pain, walked forward quickly, and hugged her fiercely in his arms, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Idiot! Why are you so stupid?"

Chu Jiaoli cried a little sobbing, her expression confused and at a loss: "If I can't read anymore... what should I do? Tell me, what should I do so that I won't forget you?"

Beigong Tengxiao looked down at her, wiped away her tears with his fingertips, looked at her lovingly, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said in a gentle tone, "It's okay, Li'er, I don't need you Remember, forget about me...no big deal, huh?"

Chu Jiaoli looked at him, her eyes were full of grievances, she cried more and more fiercely, and said, "No, I...I really don't want...don't want to forget you..."

She never just talks, she means it.

Beigong Tengxiao grabbed her shoulders and looked directly at her red eyes from crying. His own eye sockets were also reddish. He was filled with guilt and fell into endless pain.

His expression was dignified and serious, and he said in a low voice: "If it would cause you such pain just to remember Ben Gong, I would rather never see you again and disappear from your eyes!"

Chu Jiaoli was so shocked that she stopped her sobs and just stared at him blankly. Before she could react, Beigong Tengxiao tapped her acupoints and fixed her body in place.

Beigong Tengxiao picked up the dagger with dried blood on the ground, and said: "Chu Jiaoli, I can indulge you in whatever you want to do, but hurt yourself, no matter what the reason is, but this matter , I am determined not to tolerate it."

Chu Jiaoli frowned, and said, "What are you going to do?"

Beigong Tengxiao looked at her, untied the band that wrapped the sleeves around his arms, the wide sleeves fell off, and a sharp dagger slashed lightly, separating the flesh and blood, and immediately rolled down.

"Your Highness! What are you doing!" Chu Jiaoli exclaimed with a surprised and terrified expression.

"You want to receive 49 knives for me, so I will receive 490 knives for you. Is the princess satisfied?"

While speaking, there were a few more knife strokes. He looked at his arm, as if he didn't feel any pain, and said calmly: "What do you like to write about Bengong? Tell me, Bengong wrote." Just as he finished speaking, he was already clean. The four characters "Beigong Tengxiao" were neatly carved.

"No! Your Highness, please don't do this!" Chu Jiaoli's eyes overflowed with tears, watching the sharp blades slashing across his arms, her heart ached terribly, but she couldn't move her hands and feet, so she could only whimper crying.

As if knowing what she was going to do, Beigong Tengxiao lowered his head and said, "If you dare to forcibly release the acupoint, I will carve it deeper."

"You are torturing me!" Chu Jiaoli exclaimed.

"Why don't you torture me?" Beigong Tengxiao smiled bitterly, and said, "Chu Jiaoli, I really hate you for humiliating yourself like this, but I can only blame you if I don't want to punish you. This palace failed to take good care of you."

The blood had already soaked the robe, smeared a large area, and the strong smell of blood once again filled the room, Chu Jiaoli trembling lips and teeth, said: "Don't... don't carve any more... It's wrong, I know it's wrong, Please……"

Beigong Tengxiao still didn't stop the movements of his men, and said: "If this arm can't be carved, I will ask Jingyue to come and carve together in a while."

"Don't!" Chu Jiaoli's eyes were wet with tears. Seeing that he was not moved at all, she said anxiously, "How can you review the memorial with such a serious injury? Now the situation is critical, do you want the throne?" If you don’t protect me, will you be usurped by Prince Qi? If you can’t be the emperor, how can you protect me?”

Hearing this, Beigong Tengxiao paused for a moment, looked at her incredulously, and said, "Have you learned how to threaten Bengong?"

Chu Jiaoli sniffed, and said, "You forced me!"

"It's the left arm that's injured, even if it's disabled, it won't affect government affairs."

"There will always be a lot of inconvenience. What if... what if someone enters the house to assassinate? If that person is a top expert, are you going to drag a broken arm to protect me?"

Beigong Tengxiao sighed softly, and finally threw the knife on the ground casually, raised his hand to untie her acupuncture point, took out a clean handkerchief from his arms, and saw that she wanted to snatch it and wipe his wound, he frowned slightly. Frowning, she removed the hand holding the handkerchief, and after she snatched it to no avail, she used the handkerchief to wipe away the tears on her face.

Chu Jiaoli lowered her head, no matter how he fiddled with her, she had no time to pay attention, she grabbed his injured arm and cried more and more sadly.

Beigong Tengxiao clearly felt her slender fingers trembling, but he held her in his arms with one hand, rested his chin on the top of her head, and said, "This is a small punishment, don't hurt yourself any more."

"Okay, okay." Chu Jiaoli hurriedly responded, "I was wrong, never again, never again!"

After the words fell, the stone door opened, and Jingyue walked out of the secret room with the medicine bowl in her hand. Seeing that Beigong Tengxiao's arm was dripping with blood, he subconsciously squeezed the medicine bowl tightly, walked in front of the two with steady and fast steps, and held the medicine bowl away. To Chu Jiaoli, the tone was obviously much more urgent than usual: "Crown Princess, please drink the medicine."

Beigong Tengxiao let go of her, stared at her and said, "Drink."

Chu Jiaoli sniffed, nodded, took the medicine bowl and obediently drank it.

Jingyue took out the hemostatic bandage and medicinal powder she carried with her, and skillfully bandaged the wound for Beigong Tengxiao.

Chu Jiaoli stretched out the empty bowl in front of him, looked at him cautiously, and said, "It's over."

Seeing this, Beigong Tengxiao raised his hand and stroked her head, and the injured arm had also been bandaged.

After Jingyue withdrew, the whole room was lonely.

Chu Jiaoli was still looking at his bandage-wrapped arm with a sad face, and was in a daze.

Beigong Tengxiao bowed his head, covered her lips, and calmed her thoughts, before slowly saying: "Let's take the medicine well, you will remember everything and return to normal."

Chu Jiaoli pursed her lips, then nodded lightly, showing no intention of disobedience.

After a while, Chu Jiaoli slowly fell asleep, her hands tightly hugging the paper with his name written on it that the maid had arranged just now, as if she could only fall asleep peacefully with such thoughts.