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Hu Luoluo laughed even happier, and Wen Jian's ears hurt from the sound, "Who would have thought that the precious daughter that Prince Wen holds in his palm is like a beggar on the street?"

Wen Jian smiled when she heard this, she was almost unable to bear it anymore, how could she control so much?

When the bowl of tea was empty, Wen Jian raised her head and wiped the corner of her mouth, "This tea is delicious." It was the tea that person liked.

"The princess is really able to bend and stretch. Luo Luo admires it. Since this is the case, I will do what I promise. I will leave this pot of tea to you." After Hu Luoluo said, she took the teapot from the table and placed it on Wen Jian. In front of him, he kindly lifted the lid of the teapot.

There was already no water in there, only a pile of tea leaves. Wen Jian was not surprised, and even secretly thanked herself for being able to drink a bowl just now. She knew that Hu Luoluo would not treat her so kindly.

Hu Luoluo left again, leaving behind the pot of brewed tea.

☆. Do you dream?

When Wen Jian saw He Huazhi, that person was sitting on the wooden armchair in front of her, while she was forced to the floor by someone's shoulders and knelt in front of He Huazhi.

Wen Jian didn't know how to describe how she felt when she saw He Huazhi again. She thought she would be overjoyed, but when He Huazhi pinched her chin as if to crush her, Wen Jian only saw her deep There was only darkness in his eyes.

She still didn't think of her.

Wen Jian suddenly wanted to call her, and she did so, only to hear a hoarse voice escape from her mouth, she said, "Hua Zhi, long time no see..."

When He Huazhi heard her voice, her eyes became vicious, and she pinched her chin even harder. She saw that Wen Jian's face was distorted from the pain, "You are worthy of calling me name?"

"Why... not worthy?" Even though her face was in pain, Wen Jian still managed to squeeze out a smile. Her face was still red from the previous two days, which covered her original paleness.

The smile was ugly, but it still irritated He Huazhi, she smiled and let go of her palm, and a silver needle in her hand dangled in front of Wen Jian, "If you still smile, it means we still take care of you." not good enough."

Wen Jian only felt a pain in her neck, and the silver needle stuck in her neck.

She heard He Huazhi ask her, "Can you dream? Have more than 30 innocent souls from my He family appeared in your dreams?" The voice was vicious, as if it wanted to tear her apart.

But for some reason, Wen Jian only felt that those words were very sad, she had never seen the death of more than 30 people, and there was only He Huazhi in her dreams.

In her early dreams, He Huazhi was dressed in plain clothes, and would chat with her under an umbrella on a rainy day, and most of the umbrella would lean towards her.Later, only He Huazhi's questioning voice remained in her dream. She even dreamed that He Huazhi held a sword and stabbed it at her body with hatred.

But the hatred of that person in the dream was far less intense than what she saw with her own eyes now. Wen Jian wanted to answer, but found that she couldn't speak.

But at this moment, Hu Luoluo put the acupuncture bag in front of her, and ordered the two people on her shoulders to hold her down, and Wen Jian's hands were hanging in the air.

He Huazhi was no longer standing in front of her. As soon as she walked away, Wen Jianjian saw her more than 30 plaques of different sizes. Before she could exclaim, she felt a pain in her fingertips, and the silver needle plunged into her chest. The finger was stuck, she saw the needle was still going deep, and said that the fingers were connected to the heart, Wen Jian was sweating all over in pain, she wanted to struggle but was pressed tightly by those two people.

No sound came out of her throat, Wen Jian subconsciously looked at He Huazhi, but the man looked at her with a smile, Wen Jian seemed to hear the beautiful voice that year again, but that voice said something that made her heartache

"This is just the beginning. I won't let you die so easily. You, the Wen family, owe us back little by little."

Wen Jian finally passed out from the pain. The red wedding dress on her body was already soaked through, blood was oozing from her fingers, and her messy hair stuck to her face, making her look extremely embarrassed.She seemed to have seen a little bit of hesitation in He Huazhi's eyes before she fainted.

"Did you faint so soon? It's too weak. I was thinking of getting some needles on her too." Hu Luoluo felt a little regretful, the acupuncture bag was bouncing back and forth in her hand, making a tinkling sound.

He Huazhi only glanced at the fallen people on the ground, then waved to the two, and the two carried Wen Jian to the woodshed.

"Give her some medicine in a while, and save her life."

When Wen Jian woke up, she found that she was back on the haystack again, her fingers were roughly wrapped in a white cloth, which still had the color of ointment on it.She just felt that she was hot all over and had no strength, and her neck hurt a little, and she touched the silver needle as soon as she stretched out her hand.

The silver needle on the ten fingers was pricked by someone else, but the one on the neck was pricked by that person himself. The pain the needle gave her was only a little bit, but it seemed to be pierced into her heart, and it hurt every time her heart beat .

Wen Jian only felt that she was in a daze, sometimes hot and cold, she stayed in this woodshed during the day, and would be dragged to the big room at night, the needle was still stuck in her hand, the old As soon as the wound healed, a new one was added.

In those days, Wen Jian never saw He Huazhi again, and she lived as He Huazhi said, every time she felt that she would not be able to survive, the man would give her medicine and hang her life.