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

Liang Zhaoge fell to the ground, his face pressed against the cold ground, his brows were furrowed, his eyes were closed tightly, his fan-like eyelashes were particularly obvious under his pale face, his breathing was unsteady, and he bit his lower lip in pain.

The black hair was stuck to the face with beads of sweat, and the black hair was entangled in the temples, covering half of the face.The arm was folded on the ground at a strange angle, the palm was propped on the ground, the fingertips were pressed blue, it seemed to be in extreme pain, the body couldn't help shaking, and curled up slightly.

Zhu Jiuci strode forward and knelt down to help him. Before his hands touched the man's shoulders, the man who fell on the ground weakly opened his eyes.

"Little Grandpa?" Liang Zhaoge's eyelashes trembled slightly, and beads of sweat covered his forehead, "Why are you back?"

Zhu Jiuci was a little annoyed, "If I don't come back, am I going to let you fall here and not be rescued until tomorrow morning?"

Zhu Jiuci put his arms around Liang Zhaoge's shoulders from the back of his neck, and gently helped him sit up, "It's useless to talk about the precautions for recovering from injuries."

Liang Zhaoge exhaled lightly, his face was a little pale, but his lower lip was red and bloodshot, he smiled, raised his left hand which was blocked by his body, and the icy white jade bracelet dangled on his fingertips, his thin and thin fingers seemed to be smaller than those The bracelet should also be transparent.

"Zhaoge just wants to pick up the bracelet."

Zhu Jiuci stared at the jade bracelet, feeling a little helpless for a while, "Picking up the bracelet and breaking yourself like this?"

"Young master is so fierce."

Zhu Jiuci didn't know whether to laugh or cry, watching him scolding didn't mean that he didn't mean it.

Zhu Jiuci hugged Liang Zhaoge from behind to prevent him from falling again, the man leaned against his arms, and the two sat quietly on the ground, the coolness of the ground gradually penetrated through the clothes and touched the skin.

But after a while, Liang Zhaoge's hand broke free, stretched out from Zhu Jiuci's arms, and hung around Zhu Jiuci's back on the other shoulder to clasp the other hand.So this person hung Zhu Jiuci around him like a sloth, breathing lightly and shallowly, trembling, as if in extreme pain.

"I'll help you to the couch."

Liang Zhaoge was still hanging on Zhu Jiuci, shaking his head, "My lord, I'll take a rest."

With both hands clasped on the left shoulder, the head resting on the right shoulder, the heart resting on the arm, beating quietly.

When Zhu Jiuci lowered his head slightly, he could see Liang Zhaoge's fan-like eyelashes.The ends of his eyes are very long, from the front they look like elegant phoenix eyes, and from the top they look like a crescent moon.

The person on the shoulder moved, and Zhu Jiuci suddenly met his brown eyes, and he turned his head immediately. The paintings on the wall were still blown by the wind, shaking slightly.

"Why didn't the young master look at it?"

"I did not see."

"Zhaoge is talking about that painting."

Zhu Jiuci was silent for a long time, then said with a blushing face, "The wind is coming in, I'm going to close the window." He stretched out his hand and tore off the person on his body, then turned to look at him, "So I need to help you up first."

Liang Zhaoge moved very quickly, and hung on him in an instant, clasping his hands and fingers on his left shoulder.

Zhu Jiuci sighed, and sat quietly waiting for Liang Zhaoge's pain to subside.

Late at night.

The quiet and restless rhythm unique to the night gradually came, probably the sound of the wind blowing the leaves, or the echo of the empty alley, maybe the snoring of the neighbors, maybe the crawling of small animals in the corner.

This kind of quiet noise that cannot distinguish the type of sound is absolutely not felt by the hustle and bustle of the day. It is like the bottom noise of the sea, and it is also like the surging sea of ​​clouds in the sky, which can only be heard in the middle of the night.

Therefore, when you hear such a quiet noise, it means that the night is indeed deep.

Zhu Jiuci gently shook his shoulders, looked down at the man, and waited for him to look up.Liang Zhaoge just raised his eyes and then lowered his head, guiltily trying to delay the time.

"The ground is cool." Zhu Jiu said his goodbyes.

Liang Zhaoge paused and sat up instantly.

Zhu Jiuci glanced at him, helped him up, and sat on the beauty couch.

After the person settled down, Zhu Jiuci turned around to call someone, but before he could take two steps, someone grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"Young master's clothes are too cold." Liang Zhaoge sat on the beauty's couch, stretched his body with difficulty, but refused to let go of his hands.

"It's okay." Zhu Jiuci took a step back and shook the man's hand down.

Liang Zhaoge lay softly on the beauty's couch, lowered his head slightly, apologetic on his face, "I've bothered you for a long time, please go back home earlier."

Zhu Jiuci looked down at Liang Zhaoge's bleeding feet, "I won't be going back today, I'll call the maid to bandage you."

Liang Zhaoge raised his hand and grabbed Zhu Jiuci's sleeve, and after confirming that the man would not leave, he leaned over and pulled the drawer of the small cabinet next to him, took out a small wooden box, opened it with a click, the medicinal fragrance was strong, and the box was full of gauze and plaster.

"You don't need to call someone, Zhaoge can do it by himself."

He put a white brocade cloth on the beauty's couch, and sat cross-legged on his own

Zhu Jiuci looked sideways, and saw that the gauze on the soles of his feet had been soaked in blood, and the thick red fangs and claws snaked around.

Liang Zhaoge picked up the gauze with his fingertips, circled it around, and stopped when he pulled the last layer of gauze, the gauze seemed to be stuck to the flesh.

Liang Zhaoge stopped his hands, raised his head and said goodbye to Zhu Jiu, "The spring night is indeed a bit cold, can I trouble the young man to close the window?"

The moment Zhu Jiuci stood up and closed the window, he heard two hisses behind him. When he turned around, Liang Zhaoge threw the blood-red gauze on the ground next to him expressionlessly.

Mo Qing's long sleeves hung down to block his feet, from where Zhu Jiuci was standing, he could only see the dark blue satin glowing under the candlelight, the man leaned gracefully on the beauty couch, picked up the bottle, and then Pulling up a brand new gauze, Mo Qing's long sleeves were removed in a moment, revealing the feet wrapped in snow-white gauze.

This time the gauze was wrapped neatly and neatly, neither scattered on the feet nor floated to the calves.

"Young master, can you rest assured? If you don't go back to the country, you will send someone to Red Square."

Zhu Jiuci came over and reached out to press the cushion on the beauty's couch, "I'll just sleep here, and I'll help you back to the inner room."

"Then how can I do it!" Liang Zhaoge stopped Zhu Jiuci from letting him go to the beauty's couch, "This couch is so narrow, how can the little father-in-law sleep all night?"

Zhu Jiuci said indifferently: "You can't rest here, in case you fall down again in the middle of the night."

The cuckoo twittered outside the window, echoing in the silent street. After a long time of evasion, the two of them slept together on the spacious bed in the back room.

Zhu Jiuci lay on the bed and picked up the silk quilt to cover his chin. He turned his head and looked over. Liang Zhaoge was lying quietly beside him. There was a distance of a pillow between the two of them. His eyes were closed, and his eyelashes were long and long to cover his eyes. , the ink spread on the side of the body, exuding a little fragrance of medicine.

Liang Zhaoge opened his eyes and looked sideways. Zhu Jiuci hurriedly wanted to speak again, but the man snatched the conversation away, "Zhaoge knows what the young man wants to ask." He turned over and lay on his side, with his arms resting on his head Underneath, "Zhaoge doesn't hurt anymore."

He closed his eyes quietly, his long black hair hanging down his side, and his breathing gradually became steady.

The small candle was covered by a veil on the tea table in the distance, revealing a faint light.

Zhu Jiuci closed his eyes, and the room was quiet.

The clapper knocked four times, and the hoarse voice of the watchman came through the window, "The weather is dry, so be careful with the candles."

Zhu Jiuci woke up, and the room was completely dark.

He turned his head to look over, and saw that the small candle on the tea table was still on, and the wax dripped all over the table, and the light from the fire was almost negligible.

Beside him, Liang Zhaoge was not there.

Zhu Jiuci sat up, grabbed a piece of soft silk and draped it around his body, yawned and groped under the bed, kicked on his shoes at will, stood up, and walked to the outer room.

When passing by the tea table, he glanced over, the small candle was emitting a faint fire light under the gauze, faintly blue, and under the refraction of the fine gauze, the halo was spreading out round and round, and the flame could not be seen clearly. Location.

He took a tray from the side, carefully removed the screen, put the small candle in the tray and walked out.

"Zhaoge?" Zhu Jiuci called out.He went around the screen and went to the outer room, and the beauty's couch was also empty, "Don't think about running around and hurting your feet." Zhu Jiuci was a little angry.

The candle on the tray was unstable, and the flame was shaking left and right. He stretched out his hand to block the wind, and managed to stabilize the fragile little flame. He raised his head, and the painting in front of him was fluttering again, and the cool wind was blowing along the room Brushing over his neck, on the left side, the wooden window he closed last night opened again at some point.

Zhu Jiuci's back felt cold, and he raised his foot to close the window, but he stopped abruptly, and the painting on the white wall hit the wall lightly, tap, tap.

During the day, he looked at the hanging painting several times, but he didn't pay attention to what was painted. Now with the weak candlelight, the painting is actually a simple landscape, with mountains in the distance and water in the near.

When the cool breeze picked up, the candlelight began to shake again, and Zhu Jiuci's vision was a little blurred. He vaguely felt that the water on the painting seemed to be dripping down.

He picked up the candle on the small dish, stretched his hand forward, the faint candlelight illuminated the hanging picture, and a thick liquid slowly flowed out from under the hanging scroll, slowly crawling on the wall, Immediately afterwards, several streams of liquid dripped from the bottom of the hanging picture, pooled together and dripped down.

Zhu Jiuci couldn't believe what he saw. He took a step forward and stopped in horror. On the pale wall, the thick liquid was as red as blood.

"Liang Zhaoge..." Zhu Jiuci was a little scared, he desperately hoped that there would be someone by his side to accompany him at this moment.

"What did the little prince call me for?" A voice came from behind.

Zhu Jiuci turned around as if he had been rescued, only to see Liang Zhaoge kneeling in the middle of the room with his head down powerlessly, covered in water, as if he had been doused by heavy rain.The black hair was scattered around the body, and the excessively long ends of the hair were piled up next to the knees like dry grass, twisted and curled up into a messy dry ball.

Liang Zhaoge's face was paler than the white wall, but his lips were as red as blood.His arms were hanging by his sides in a fake way, and the fingertips exposed from the cuffs were dripping with blood. The strange thing was that there were some bloodstains on the gravel scattered in front of him.

"What did the young master call Zhaoge for?" He asked again.

"It's dry, so be careful with candles." The watchman turned back to the street with a hoarse voice.

Zhu Jiuci staggered two steps back, he clearly saw that Liang Zhaoge's lips didn't move when he asked the question.