The sadistic beauty has taken a fancy to me [Transmigration Book]

The dark red blood seeped through the wooden clogs bit by bit into the stone ground, got into the crevices of the stone, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, leaving only a thick dark color.Under the light of the morning sun, the undried dark red has a faint sense of tide, and the trails are winding one by one.

The scars of the bare feet stepped on the clogs are all over the place, and the original white skin with blue blood vessels can be vaguely seen.However, most of the exposed places are criss-crossed with several large and small dark red wounds.Large areas of scraped skin, scratches, punctures, bruises, and the place where the soles of the feet meet the soles are even more horrible, and blood and flesh can be vaguely seen underneath.

It's hard to imagine how a person can make these feet look so miserable.

Above the slender ankles are smooth and white calves, with delicate and smooth skin, and underneath, the sacred sacrificial robes cover the dilapidated feet.

Zhu Jiuci leaned over and grabbed the Kuoshuiyun trousers, wanting Liang Zhaoge to raise his feet to look at the wound, but the latter held his shoulders and forced him to straighten up.

"Young master, please go back, you have already arrived at the Duke's mansion."

"Liang Zhaoge!" Zhu Jiuci knew that if he let Liang Zhaoge go at this time, he might not be able to walk half a street with his feet.

At the dawn of dawn, the Yishui River in the southwest of the capital is still flowing without any haste, and there are large and small stones that are not round in the shallows of the river.

The people who celebrated and sacrificed did not realize, nor did Zhu Jiuci, that not all river beaches are pebbles.Stepping on it with bare feet is like dancing on the tip of a knife. Every time you step on the water, sharp stones will pierce the skin and penetrate into the flesh and blood.

Liang Zhaoge didn't care about the pain, and walked back to the Duke's Mansion from the suburbs of Beijing, wearing clogs that were not suitable for long-distance travel, holding Zhu Jiuci in his arms.

The night passed, and the gravel slag pierced into the soles of the feet had already worn the soles of the feet to a bloody mess.

Zhu Jiuci grabbed Liang Zhaoge's sleeve and forced him to walk towards the gate of the Duke's Mansion, "Let the family doctor in the mansion show you, otherwise your feet..." Liang Zhaoge grabbed his sleeve and stood there move, he shook his head.

Zhu Jiuci turned around and couldn't believe it, "You're so hurt." Liang Zhaoge stood there, unmoved, as if the bloody feet under him were not his.

"Young master, let's go back to the mansion, or the father-in-law will blame you." Liang Zhaoge looked at Zhu Jiuci, and his tone seemed to say that the weather was fine, "Zhaoge is fine here."

Behind Liang Zhaoge, bloodstains meandered into a zigzag path, which was particularly conspicuous on the blue and white stone ground.

Is this okay?

Zhu Jiuci persuaded him for a while, but Liang Zhaoge still had no intention of going there, and insisted that Zhu Jiuci leave him alone and go back home to rest.

Zhu Jiuci got angry, threw away his hands and turned to walk in the opposite direction of the Duke's Mansion, intending to find a clinic.After walking three or two steps, Zhu Jiuci turned his head, and Liang Zhaoge followed at a distance, and his clogs made dark red footprints on the bluestone floor.Zhu Jiuci looked up at the sky and ran back to pick him up.

The two walked half a street, Zhu Jiuci couldn't bear it anymore, and went to look for a carriage, but was stopped by Liang Zhaoge.Zhu Jiuci had no choice but to drag him across two streets on foot to find the nearest medical center.

The Langzhong yawned and came out to open the door, "It's not bright yet, who... ouch, little man! What's going on? Come in quickly!"

Zhu Jiuci helped Liang Zhaoge go in, and lifted his robe to show the doctor.

The doctor glanced at it, blew his beard and stared at him angrily, snorted, turned around and waved his hands, "It's ruined like this, what else can I do, I can cut off a pair of feet!"

Zhu Jiuci was taken aback, and quickly helped Liang Zhaoge to sit down in a chair, then turned around and asked the doctor to come over.

The doctor put his hands behind his back and shook his head, "No one like you is dragged to Caishikou for execution! Young people don't know how to hurt themselves like this!"

"Yes, yes, yes." Zhu Jiuci responded, pushing the doctor to fetch the medicine box.

The doctor sighed, "Okay, okay, wait a minute, my grandpa, I'll go get the gauze and medicinal wine right away."

As soon as Zhu Jiuci turned around, a row of golden inscriptions flashed in front of him, and Liang Zhaoge came over and stood next to him at some point.

"Why are you here?" Zhu Jiuci raised his head and asked.

Liang Zhaoge withdrew his hand, "You haven't had a good rest all night, I want to take you back and sit down."

With a dark face, Zhu Jiuci pushed the man back onto the chair. The latter just wanted to move, but Zhu Jiuci stared back at him.

Zhu Jiuci brought tea and sat down next to Liang Zhaoge. Within a moment, the doctor and two little drug boys came over with a medicine box and a copper plate full of silver needles and iron tongs.

A long row of tools such as silver needles, iron pliers, tweezers, and clips were lined up on the half-knee-high small table. Liang Zhaoge took off his wooden clogs and rested his feet on the upholstered footstool.

The doctor asked the little drug boy to pass the iron plate to him, and after taking it, put it at Liang Zhaoge's feet.

At first, Zhu Jiuci didn't know what the iron plate was for, until the doctor held a hair-thin silver needle and burned it on the candle, then turned it straight in the sole of his foot, and the stones fell to the ground one by one. There was a crackling sound in the iron plate, and Zhu Jiuci felt his temples throbbing.

The bright red blood mixed with the dark red scabs, and fell drop by drop on the iron plate, and soon the gravel and slag were soaked in the blood pool, as if they had been soaked by the Yishui River overnight.

"Young master."

Zhu Jiuci raised his head when he heard the sound.

The man lifted his chin with a smile, and the icy and light white jade bracelet slid from his thin wrist all the way to his elbow, and touched the table with a crisp sound, "Zhaoge doesn't hurt."

Zhu Jiuci turned his eyes away and ignored the person beside him.

The silver needles in the doctor's hand were changed one after another, and it took a long time to finish picking them.The little drug boy knelt beside him and handed out the gauze, and the bamboo basket behind him was already half full of blood-red cloth.

Looking at Langzhong's movements, Zhu Jiuci faintly felt his scalp tingling, and he couldn't bear to look any longer. His gaze shifted to Liang Zhaoge's face, but he met the latter's focused gaze.

Liang Zhaoge had no expression on his face, and he didn't even blink his brows, as if he had nothing to do with him.

Zhu Jiuci sighed, lowered his head and pinched his sleeves.

Suddenly, his face was covered with a piece of black soft silk, and his vision became completely black. Zhu Jiuci was startled, and then his flustered hands were grabbed by a cold hand and pressed gently on the table.

"Young master, be patient, you won't be able to see after a while."

Zhu Jiuci broke free from his hands and tore off the soft silk from his face. He looked at Liang Zhaoge, "You..." He really didn't know what to say to this lunatic.

Liang Zhaoge continued with a smile, "Zhaoge wants to bother the young man."

Zhu Jiuci nodded suspiciously, waiting for his next words.

"Traveling all night, I suddenly felt empty in my stomach, and then I realized that the northern snacks that my grandpa ate yesterday are very delicious, can I trouble my grandpa to buy some to fill my stomach?"

Zhu Jiuci was worried that Liang Zhaoge stayed in the hospital alone, but seeing Liang Zhaoge covering his stomach with one hand, he looked unbearably hungry. Zhu Jiuci sighed and explained to the doctor before going out.

Liang Zhaoge watched Zhu Jiuci step out of the gate of the clinic, he turned to the doctor and said, "Give it to me."

The doctor hesitated to hand him the medicinal wine and salt water, and watched Liang Zhaoge pour the medicinal wine on his feet without changing his face.

The little drug boy hissed behind him.

Zhu Jiuci hurried to Huguosi Street, only then realized that he had been tricked by Liang Zhaoge.Even the most industrious early morning shops were not open.

Zhu Jiuci walked eastward along the street, thinking that he might come across one or two shops that opened early.After traveling half way, I really caught up with a steamed stuffed bun shop. Zhu Jiuci hurriedly bought two drawers of steamed stuffed buns and sweet porridge and rushed back.

The medical hall was empty, only the doctor was squatting on the ground, picking up the finely crushed pebbles in the iron plate with the tip of a needle, the blood in the plate had become dark, and some transparent and bulging dead skin was scattered here and there, piled up one by one. On the plate, the quantity is considerable.

The doctor turned his head and saw Zhu Jiuci, and with a sound of oops, he quickly pulled a piece of cloth to cover the iron plate.

"Young master, why did you come back so soon!" Lang Zhong hurriedly stood up, put the iron plate behind him, patted his forehead and sighed, "Just now, that young master has repeatedly instructed you not to let you see the iron plate. Things, why should I be alas!"

"What about others?"

"Go back to the little prince, let's go."

"Leaving?!" Zhu Jiuci took two steps forward, "How did I explain it, how could I let him go, his foot is so badly injured, how can he walk?"

"Ouch, little grandpa calm down, calm down! How do I know, I just go back to the back room to get new gauze, and when I get back to the lobby, no one will be there." Lang Zhong said his goodbyes to Zhu Jiu A large piece of silver was stuffed in his hand, "Young Master gave too much money for the medicine, please help him collect it first."

Zhu Jiuci stuffed the money back into Langzhong's hand, and hurried out with the buns.

As soon as he stepped out of the gate of the medical hall, two burly men grabbed Zhu Jiuci's shoulders with a loud shout, and lifted him up easily.

Zhu Jiuci was carried in mid-air, and the two men said viciously: "I'm sorry, my lord, someone reported your location by flying letter, come with us!"