Fast time travel: the villain, he acts as a monster in front of mind-reading crazy critics every day

Wu Yixi has woken up, but it wasn't because of a few silver needles given by the imperial doctor, but because the host repaired his host body a little bit.

Wu Yixi looked at the red blood stains on the pillow, on the bed and even on the skirt of her clothes, her dark eyes dimmed again.

Sky Prison is not a good place, he dirty the bedding, probably must be scolded, other than that, this is probably the last bedding before he died, he was a bit of a clean freak, now he has no choice right now.

Forget it, he even covered his body with the quilts that had been used by countless death-row prisoners. Could his own blood be dirtier than those?

What he didn't expect was that the jailers came in soon, they brought a thick quilt, and the jailer smiled, "Seven... Mr. Wu, you are awake, please get up, the little one will help you!" Put on clean bedding."

He smiled obsequiously, but Wu Yixi was a little dazed. He stood aside suspiciously, and then heard the jailer who had just run out shouted into the distance, "Doctor, I'm awake!"

Wu Yixi watched the dozen or so imperial physicians who had heard the sound come over to salute him in turn, and check his pulse one by one, which was even more strange.

He is now in the sky prison, committing the crime of plotting to usurp the throne and treason. Unless someone orders him, he cannot be treated like this.

He glanced sideways at the quilt that had already been laid, the blue silk surface, the golden print, it turned out to be the best satin.

He was really very cold, so he said to the imperial doctors, "I am tired, but there is no need to see a doctor. It is getting late, the imperial doctors should go back and rest."

The imperial doctors looked at each other, a little embarrassed, but Wu Yixi didn't say anything more, and wrapped herself in the quilt again.

His body temperature was very low, and even under a thick quilt, it was still difficult to keep him warm.

The imperial physicians silently bowed and retired, and the prison chief also breathed a sigh of relief, and said politely, "If you have any needs, Mr. Wu, just ask him directly, and the younger ones are outside."

"Ah."

Wu Yixi turned his body sideways, closed his eyes, and didn't turn his head to look at the prison head. Without the shackles, he was much more relaxed. I don't know if it was Wu Yun's meaning or Ye Chaojun's meaning.

He didn't have the strength to think so much, he just felt cold.

When the carriage stopped outside the prison, it was half past Yinshi, Ye Chaojun helped Aunt Qiu get out of the carriage, just in time to see the imperial doctors coming out of the prison.

Those people who just thought they could go home smoothly, saw Mr. Shoufu approaching, and hurriedly saluted again.

Ye Chaojun grabbed one casually, "Why are you all here so late? Is it Qi... Is something wrong with Wu Yixi?"

He was a little panicked, and rushed in before the imperial physician could even answer.

Aunt Qiu was afraid that she would be left behind, so she hurriedly followed Ye Chaojun.

The prison chief's mood was full of twists and turns today. When the emperor came, he was furious for a while and said that they had treated him harshly, and then changed his face and warned him that he was no longer the seventh prince.

The nerves are tense and dare not be negligent, and the nerves are going to break down after one night. My good guy, I finally sent the emperor and the imperial doctor away. Before his butt is hot, Mr. Shoufu is here again!

He was so frightened that the tea he had just brewed was spilled.

Look at this battle, the quilt and the prince's consultation, the two most noble people in this country came to visit each other, how could Wu Yixi look like a death row prisoner?

He has worked in the sky prison for the past eight years, and he is used to seeing adults who fall from high positions, all of them have no good end, but this person is different.

This is not sending him a death row prisoner, it is clearly sending him a master, he has to confess, if the confession is not good, he may have to lose his head!

Aunt Qiu was on tenterhooks along the way, seeing that the prison environment was really bad, it was cold inside, and her legs would feel cold after staying for a long time.

The jailer led the two men to almost trot to the place where Wu Yixi was being held. Aunt Qiu burst into tears, and she almost said something like a prince, but changed it, "My lord..."

Wu Yixi's eyelashes twitched. He has been feeling tired recently. He sleeps most of the day, but he can't sleep well. His dreams are full of corpses. touch.

He didn't know why, but in the dream, he fell into the endless abyss, feeling extremely sad, and felt that nothing in the world was worthy of his love, and that the world and the earth were prehistoric, and nothing could fill the endless emptiness.

He wants to let the world be buried with him, but...

Who will be buried with him?

This time, before he had time to sink too deep, he was gently shaken by someone who called him, "Wu Yixi."

The feeling of suffocation suddenly dissipated, like a person who fell into the water was suddenly picked up by someone, and Wu Yixi woke up.

"My lord, you're awake...how do you feel, have they made things difficult for you, have they... tortured you..."

Wu Yixi looked at Aunt Qiu, who was holding back tears and crying, her heart softened, and she suddenly smiled.

"Aunt Qiu, I'm fine. No one makes things difficult for me, and no one tortures me. Look, I'm fine. Don't worry."

Ye Chaojun felt very uncomfortable, he couldn't understand why this person could still laugh when he had fallen to such a point.

Of course he believed in Wu Yixi, but it was useless for him to believe it alone. He wanted to find evidence that could prove Wu Yixi's innocence.

Aunt Qiu was heartbroken. She hugged Wu Yixi, and still couldn't help crying. He actually had a lot of things he wanted to ask Wu Yixi, and he wanted to tell me a lot, but at this moment he couldn't ask anything, and he couldn't say anything. Unable to speak.

She just cried, she has always been much stronger than her family's young lady, she had very little, but she got the young lady's child.

No matter what, she loves this child, he has young lady's blood on his body, and he is living in place of young lady.

She seemed to see a flower of life fading petal by petal.

If she could, she would even trade her own death for Wu Yixi's life. She knew that there was nothing she could do, and she would soon turn back into that little beggar, holding a broken bowl in her hand, begging for half a bowl of rice to satisfy her hunger in the crowd. Steamed bun.

She begged for her whole life, but still had nothing.

Wu Yixi hugged Aunt Qiu quietly, she was crying sadly, Wu Yixi patted her on the back lightly, comforting her, "It's okay, I've lived enough anyway, I haven't tried how to die yet."

When he said this, he was a little guilty. He didn't know how many times he had died, and he had experienced all kinds of deaths. He had never been saved, and no one would save him.

"I'll save you." Ye Chaojun clenched his fists, "Wait for me."

He grabbed Wu Yixi's hand, and put the cloud jade hairpin that he took out from his sleeve into his palm, "Don't give it back to me...it and I belong to you."