After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

And just when Wen Baizhi was concentrating on digging the soil.

Si Jiu was being held captive by Qi Yan'an in an inconspicuous side hall.

After all, it is in the palace. Even if it is a remote palace, the place is still very large.

It was much larger than the small dark room where Sijiu stayed when he was a child, and the clean room where he stayed after his death.

Even the daytime at this time is much brighter than those places.

Li Qing lifted his clothes, pointed at Si Jiu with a little disdain and sat down at the dusty table.

"Please stay here and rest assured. I will send someone to bring you the pens, ink and paper you need later."

Si Jiu simply said, "Thank you, Eunuch Li."

Li Qing saw that he didn't care at all and thought about asking him to submit to His Majesty.

But he didn't say it when the words came to his lips.

After all, he is no different from Si Jiu.

They are people who come and go at your command.

Today, Si Jiu was punished like this.

Who knows, it might be him next time.

Not to mention that His Majesty has been somewhat moody and unpredictable these days.

He was kicked several times.

"You wait here." After saying that, Li Qing turned away.

Si Jiu looked around at the furnishings here.

Only then did I see that there was only a table and a chair here.

Apart from that, there is not even a couch to rest on.

He glanced at the table again.

Without any other movement, he just symbolically wiped the dust with his sleeve and then sat down.

When I sat on the chair, it made a noise as I sat down.

It seemed like it would fall apart in the next moment.

It's really difficult for Qi Yan'an to find such a place for him.

After a while, Li Qing returned here with a dozen young eunuchs behind him.

When he came in, he saw Si Jiu sitting calmly in the chair, and he admired his mentality even more.

If it were him, after those kicks from Qi Yan'an, he had even thought about where he would be buried after his death.

Without exception, these young eunuchs were holding thick papers in their hands.

Li Qing originally wanted to put the papers on the table, but when he saw that the table was dirty and falling apart, he was afraid that the papers would fall apart if he put them on the table, so he asked the eunuchs to put the papers on the ground.

"Master, here are five thousand sheets of paper. The pens and ink will be delivered soon."

Si Jiu still remembered his proper courtesy at this time: "Thank you very much."

Li Qing felt a little embarrassed by his thanks.

But he was a mature eunuch after all, and he quickly reacted: "His Majesty said that these 5,000 sheets of paper are just for the Dugong to practice first, and then he will see the effect of the Dugong's painting. If it is not good, His Majesty will add more sheets."

Si Jiu didn't even have to think about it, Qi Yan'an would definitely be dissatisfied.

"I see."

Li Qing added, "By the way, His Majesty just said that the Governor will not leave until all the paintings are finished. In order not to affect the Governor's progress, I will only send you water and food once a day."

It doesn't matter.

Anyway, Si Jiu knew that he would not be able to eat normally without Wen Baizhi by his side.

Seeing that he was silent, Li Qing finally said, "One last thing. His Majesty said that he learned from a great monk that if one wants to paint or write sincerely, one needs to drip the blood of the person being painted into the ink. Only in this way can the sincerity of the person be revealed, and the things that are painted or written will be what His Majesty likes."

When Si Jiu heard this, he actually thought to himself, that’s exactly what was happening.

Qi Yan'an would not leave a scar on him directly.

But he must be extremely dissatisfied with himself now.

Fortunately, he could come up with such an idea.

Si Jiu accepted Li Qing's words very calmly again.

Li Qing felt that this time was not challenging at all, but he did not dare to say much and just prepared to take his people away.

But just when he was about to leave, Si Jiu, who had never shown any emotion, suddenly called him.

"Eunuch Li, please stay."

Li Qing also felt familiar at this time.

That’s right, this is Si Jiu.

"Please speak, Lord Governor."

Si Jiu thought about it for a while and wanted to ask him if he could bring some news to the mansion.

At least Wen Baizhi can know that she is safe in the palace.

But he still didn't say anything after changing the subject again and again.

"It's okay, I just want to tell you, walk slowly and be safe."

There was nothing wrong with what he said, but Li Qing felt as if he would be assassinated the next moment he walked out of here.

"Thank you for the reminder, Governor."

After saying that, Li Qing left quickly, not wanting to stay here any longer.

After all the writing materials were delivered and Si Jiu was the only one in the hall, he relaxed his straight back and leaned it against the chair.

After getting along with Qi Yanan for so many years, Si Jiu actually knew what words would make him angry and what would touch his pain points.

That's why he deliberately said those words in front of Qi Yan'an just now to provoke him.

He needed to get Qi Yan'an's attention on himself at this time.

Whether he believes it or not, Wen Bai is not Wen Baizhi.

But Si Jiu still couldn't take the risk.

As long as Qi Yan'an decided to torture him, the longer he was tortured, the more time he could buy for Wen Baizhi.

That's enough.

The lower abdomen that was kicked by Qi Yan'an was still swollen and painful.

The wound on my face doesn't hurt as much anymore, but it still stings a little when I touch it.

Even though he was in so much pain that he didn't even have the strength to sit up straight, Si Jiu was still very happy.

At least this time, he could protect Wen Baizhi from Qi Yan'an.

He couldn't help but feel fortunate.

Fortunately, Wen Baizhi is not with him now.

Otherwise, seeing him covered in injuries would definitely make me angry and heartbroken.

He couldn't bear to see her in pain.

But he still missed her very much.

It was clear that the two had only been separated for one morning.

But he just missed her.

But my damn stomach hurts more the more I think about her.

It was just a dull pain that could be endured.

Now it's the stinging pain of wanting to vomit.

Si Jiu pressed his hands on his abdomen in pain, trying to kill the pain with external force.

But the more he pressed, the more it hurt.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead and his back was shaking.

Si Jiu was in so much pain that everything he could see became blurry.

He bent his upper body and pressed his knees against his abdomen.

But the results were minimal.

The pain spread quickly, and now even my heart began to hurt.

You don't need to look to know that his chest must have been bruised by Qi Yan'an's kick.

Because of bending over, Si Jiu was a little out of breath.

He instinctively opened his mouth and breathed deeply.

Now all the pain came rushing back.

He leaned forward and spat out a mouthful of blood.

But after spitting out the blood, the stuffy feeling in my heart felt much better.

My stomach still hurts a lot.

But this broken body had no intention of letting him go.

After spitting out the blood, he vomited on the ground again as if some mechanism had been turned on.

At first he vomited blood, then he vomited gastric juice.

When there was nothing left to vomit, Si Jiu still dry-heaved out reflexively.

He was covered in sweat from vomiting, and his face was stuck with hair, saliva and sweat.

The filth gives off an unpleasant odor.

Si Jiu collapsed in the chair, no longer having any strength left.