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Achu really wanted to tell Duanmuli and Bai Qingmeng the truth, but when he thought that Duanmuli's love for Bai Qingmeng was not for himself, not even giving alms, Achu felt so jealous, and made a strange choice in his heart There was silence.

In the dark and damp dungeon, the smell of corpses is everywhere.The person tied to the torture rack was covered in blood and wounds all over his body. He was whipped and cut with a knife, and his head was hanging down deeply. It seemed that if there was one more blow, this person would die forever.

Bai Qingmeng was holding a dagger in her hand, and her eyes were full of sadness and hatred. The hatred dazzled her mind and took away her sanity. Unable to breathe, only when he was torturing Duanmuli, could he feel a little relief.

Two months have passed since Bai Hua was killed and Duanmu Li was imprisoned, and it is now winter.Duanmuli was only wearing a thin prison uniform. Although his body was already frozen and there were many frostbites on his body, Duanmuli didn't feel the slightest.

Bai Qing dreamed that Duanmuli fainted, turned around, and the dagger tightly held in her hand slipped to the ground, with a bang, Duanmuli suddenly woke up: "Qing Meng..."

Bai Qingmeng stopped in her tracks, turned around and slapped Duanmuli on the face: "I said, you are not allowed to call me by my name from now on!"

Duanmuli's already white and tender right cheek immediately had five red fingerprints. After spending a long time spitting out the blood in his mouth, he raised his head and looked at her with difficulty: "Why didn't you kill me? You still love me. Me, you will feel bad if you do this, won't you? I don't want you to be sad..."

Bai Qingmeng looked at Duanmuli coldly: "Why do you think that I will love the man who killed my father?"

Duanmuli laughed after hearing this: "You can fool others, you can fool yourself, but you can't fool me alone!"

Bai Qingmeng stopped talking, but picked up the dagger on the ground, approached Duanmuli slowly, and stabbed the dagger into Duanmuli's chest. For a moment, blood gushed out of Duanmuli's mouth, but Duanmuli still kept his expression unchanged and smiled. He lifted his head up and leaned over to kiss Bai Qingmeng, even though doing so would pierce the dagger deeply into her heart.

Bai Qingmeng never thought that Duanmuli would do this. Even though she hated Duanmuli, she never thought of letting her die. For a while, Duanmuli was silent, and her head slowly fell on her shoulder, with a line of tears Sliding down, Bai Qingmeng lost her soul, and finally hugged Duanmuli tightly: "I hate you, and I hate myself even more..."

Bai Qingmeng ran out of the dungeon in despair, and called the best imperial doctor in the palace to treat Duanmuli, leaving only one sentence: "If you can't save her, you can bury her with her!"

After hearing that Duanmuli was not in danger, Bai Qingmeng finally breathed a sigh of relief, but she still couldn't let go of her father's death, so she could only tell herself that Duanmuli had already died once, and the debt owed to the Bai family had already been paid off. ...

Despite comforting herself so much, Bai Qingmeng still lives in torment every day and night. She has already seen the emperor's nature clearly. She has gone, but the motivation that keeps her alive now is something she can't let go of, the person who killed her father, so she not only hates Duanmuli, but also herself.

After an unknown amount of time, Duanmuli woke up again, and found that he was not tied to the torture rack, and was lying in the haystack of the sky prison, but there was an extra quilt on his body.With a slight movement of the body, heart-piercing pain came. Duanmu Liao grinned from the pain, took a deep breath, but inadvertently inhaled cold air, and a burst of tearing pain came from his lungs, which made Duanmu feel so painful. Quinoa coughed straight.

At this moment, a figure walked in from the outside, anxiously ran to Duanmuli and squatted down, and pressed his warm palm on her forehead: "You finally woke up? The imperial doctor said that you might not be able to hold on, I'm so afraid..."

When Duanmuli saw the person in front of him clearly, his eyes were full of disappointment: "Why am I not dead yet?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Ah Chu angrily threw the gauze in his hand on Duanmu Li: "Do you want to die that much? Then you go to die, your blind brother and your sister-in-law who just gave birth Don't care about it! Go to hell!"

Hearing this, Duanmuli counted the days in amazement: "Isn't there still one month to give birth?"

Ah Chu turned his face away, he didn't want to see Duanmuli's self-inflicted appearance: "Because I was frightened, I gave birth prematurely..."

Duanmuli was so frightened that he reached out and grabbed Ah Chu's arm tightly regardless of the pain in his body: "How is the child?"

Ah Chu burst into tears in pain: "It's okay, the child is okay, let go quickly..."

Duanmuli hurriedly let go of Ah Chu, who said helplessly, "Are you hungry? You have been in a coma for several days!"

Duanmuli shook her head: "What about her?"

Achu knew who Duanmuli was asking, and the movements of his hands paused: "Are you so unable to forget her? She almost killed you with her own hands..."

Duanmuli interrupted her: "That's what I owe her, and I deserve it!"

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Of course Achu knows how much Duanmuli loves Bai Qingmeng, but feelings really have to come first and then come first. Bai Qingmeng has occupied Duanmuli's heart before him. It cannot be replaced.

However, looking at Duanmuli's family being ruined and bruised, all of this is thanks to Bai Qingmeng, the woman she loves the most...

Ah Chu held Duanmu Li's hand, and gently pressed it against his cheek, with a begging look on his face: "Ah Li, come with me, I will take you out of here, and you will never come back. life, don't think about her anymore, okay?"

Duanmuli turned her head to look at Ah Chu, her eyes were full of apology, but her slightly hoarse voice was so firm: "Where she is, I will be there!"

Achu cried, how could she not know that Duanmuli had a deep affection for Bai Qingmeng, even if that person almost killed her with her own hands, she still felt happy, but she still wanted to try again.

The result was exactly as I imagined.Expecting such an answer, Ah Chu just lay beside Duanmuli and wept uncontrollably. Duanmuli hesitantly reached out and patted her on the back gently, which was a silent comfort.

And all of this was clearly seen by Bai Qingmeng who was standing outside.but.There was a lot of voices in the dungeon, Bai Qingmeng didn't hear the content of the two people's conversation clearly, but vaguely heard Achu say that he would take Duanmuli out of here, Duanmuli's answer he didn't hear clearly, and he looked at it coldly. After glancing at the two of them, Bai Qingmeng quietly turned and left.

At night, Duanmuli was lying alone in the dark and damp dungeon, the wounds on his body began to inflame, and he unknowingly developed a high fever

Bai Qingmeng walked into the dungeon slowly, watching the person lying there shivering under the thin quilt, her heart that should have been like still water was once again turbulent.

Bai Qingmeng waved the maid beside her to leave, sat alone beside Duanmuli, tucked the quilt for her, and then said to her in a very soft voice: "Do you know that when the sword pierced Daddy's heart , also pierced into my heart. Daddy is at fault, he deserves to die, but you shouldn't do it. I hate you, and I hate myself even more. I can't face you anymore, Ah Chu Said to take you away, do you want to go? If you want to leave here...leave me, I...can let you go..."

Speaking of this, Bai Qingmeng was sobbing, she was trying her best to restrain her emotions, not to let herself cry, she didn't want Duanmuli to see the fragility and helplessness at this moment.

Finally, Bai Qingmeng stretched out her hand, closed her eyes, and gently painted on Duanmuli's face, as if she wanted to engrave her in her heart, imprinting her in her memory bit by bit.

Duanmuli seemed to feel the familiar temperature on his face and the breath lingering in his nose, and couldn't help leaning on the source of warmth: "Qing Meng..."