Salted fish, he thought about it

Xue Fangli was startled.

Jiang Juan's tears were too many, whether it rolled down on the pillow, condensed on the eyelashes, or dripped into the hair, every teardrop of his seemed to fall on Xue Fangli's heart.

It didn't weigh much, and when it came down lightly, it was surprisingly hot.

It shouldn't be like this.

Xue Fangli lowered his head and stared at Jiang Juan for a long time.

He imagined many possibilities.The young man might persuade him to let go of his resentment, and he might be frightened by his ferocity, but he didn't say anything, didn't ask anything, and just quietly took back the incense.

"Why?" Xue Fangli asked.

"My lord, there must be a reason why you hate her so much..." Jiang Juan replied listlessly.

Jiang Juan had no idea what Xue Fangli was thinking and how much disturbance his words caused. He had an almost blind trust in Xue Fangli.

——My lord is a good man.But whenever he acted less like a good guy and more like a bad guy, then there must be something wrong with the other person.

Jiang Juan added: "I believe in the prince, and I only believe in the prince."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Juan looked down at his hands with tears in his eyes, and felt that he was unlucky, really unlucky.

His foot injury was not completely healed, and his hand was injured again. At the same time, he still had to have needles in his back to dredge the meridians.

Fingers connected to heart, Jiang Juan gasped in pain, Xue Fangli looked at him for a long time, then stretched out his hand with clear knuckles, wiped Jiang Juan's tears, and pulled him into his arms again.

Jiang Juan was afraid of acupuncture, but his hand injury completely covered up the pain of acupuncture insertion. He was still blowing on his fingers, but the abbot had finished applying the acupuncture, and asked softly, "My lord, do you want to treat the burn on my princess's hand as well?"

Xue Fangli gave a "hmm" and held out Jiang Juan's hand.

Jiang Juan was hugged and sat up by him, and this time he didn't dare to look at it, and honestly buried his face in Xue Fangli's arms, but even if he didn't look at it, the pain still existed objectively.

Every time he felt pain, his fingers would want to clenched tightly. It was completely subconscious. Xue Fangli glanced at him, and with a little effort, forced Jiang Juan to stretch his fingers.

If he couldn't hold his fingers, he had to endure it, but it was too difficult for Jiang Juan to endure the pain. After a while, he couldn't take it anymore, and Jiang Juan bit the knuckle of his right hand.

The next moment, a pale and slender hand pinched his jaw, Xue Fangli lowered his eyes, "Don't bite your hand."

Jiang Juan ignored him, Xue Fangli saw this, forced him to raise his head, and put his fingers into Jiang Juan's mouth.

He wanted to push Jiang Juan's finger out, but Jiang Juan felt uncomfortable and resisted fiercely. The tip of his tongue was trying to push him out, and Xue Fangli's fingertips were covered with wet marks.

He paused for a moment, and the subsequent action was almost forceful. Xue Fangli kept messing with Jiang Juan's mouth, and finally made him give up biting his knuckles again.

Jiang Juan couldn't bear it, he looked up at Xue Fangli, his eyes could be called aggrieved, and he bit Xue Fangli's finger.

This glance almost coincides with a dream.

In the dream, the young man was not only naked on the back, but he was stuck in Xue Fangli's arms, his skin was soft and smooth, his eyebrows and eyes were full of color, and he was so beautiful.

At this moment, the young man was in his arms, looking up at Xue Fangli, the end of his eyes were flushed, the tip of his eyelashes was still covered with water vapor, and the voice of crying pain was indistinct.

"It hurts..."

It was a whimpering, cat-like sound.

The fingers contained in his mouth were almost soaked, Jiang Juan bit hard, but Xue Fangli only felt itchy.

The boy's hair spread out again, piled on his round shoulders, and stuck to his fair neck. Xue Fangli took him aside with the other hand.

The black hair was slowly brushed away, revealing the red mole on the neck.

The glamorous colors are boundless, soul-stirring.

Xue Fangli looked at it for a long time, and was about to stroke his finger. The abbot finished handling Jiang Juan's hand, raised his head and said, "Okay."

He came back to his senses quickly, but he still put his hand down, but just picked up a strand of black hair that was left behind, and brushed it to the other side.

The abbot said again: "It's about time, the poor monk will take the needle for the princess."

It still hurt a little when the needle was inserted, but I really didn't feel much when I took it out. The abbot quickly took out all the silver needles, and he warned: "Princess, don't use your left hand these days."

Jiang Juan: "..."

Depressedly, he spit out Xue Fangli's fingers and nodded, Xue Fangli's palm pressed against the back of his neck, squeezed lightly a few times as if to comfort him, and then stopped suddenly.

Xue Fangli frowned, "What happened to his back?"

Jiang Juan's exposed back was originally a jade-like and pure white color, as if covered with a layer of enamel as thin as a cicada's wings, but now there are bruises around his protruding shoulder blades.

The abbot glanced at it, "It's okay, it's just that the princess's skin is tender, if it doesn't disappear tomorrow, just apply hot compresses for a few days and it will be fine."

Xue Fangli let out a "hmm".

After the abbot gave Jiang Juan the needle and bandaged his hands, there was nothing else to do. He packed the medicine box and said goodbye to Xue Fangli, who nodded.

Jiang Juan couldn't see his back, so he had to touch it with his hands. It was fine if he didn't touch it, but when he touched it, the pain made him stiff again.

Xue Fangli said: "Don't touch it."

Jiang Juan was so desperate, "Why do I feel pain everywhere?"

"Yeah, why are you hurting everywhere?" Xue Fangli looked at him, "It's so pitiful."

Jiang wearily leaned on Xue Fangli's shoulder, his downcast eyes suddenly saw Xue Fangli's hand, he reached out to touch the tooth marks he had bitten out, and asked Xue Fangli: "My lord, does it hurt? "

No pain, only itching.

Xue Fangli was about to answer, but when he saw Shangjiang Juan's concerned eyes, his words changed, "It doesn't hurt very much."

It didn't hurt very much, it just hurt. Jiang Juan was very annoyed. He grabbed this hand and rubbed it very lightly for Xue Fangli, "...I'm sorry."

Xue Fang left him to rub, and accepted Jiang Juan's guilt with a smile.

But in his heart, there was a voice whispering.

— Not enough, not far enough.He wanted to make him softer.

Xue Fangli closed his eyes lightly, and after an unknown amount of time, he asked Jiang Juan, "Do you want to know...how did she die?"

Jiang Juan was taken aback for a moment, and quickly realized that the prince's "she" refers to Yu Meiren, he hesitated and asked, "Is it okay?"

"It's okay if you don't want to say it."

Xue Fangli looked at him, smiled casually, "There's nothing wrong with it."

After all, it can make the boy feel more sympathetic to him.

"is her……"

In the past many nights, when he had a splitting headache, and in those brief nightmares, Xue Fangli often returned to that day.

There was a dagger in his hand, one end was in his hand, and the other end pierced into the woman's chest.

The woman held Xue Fangli's hand and pushed it hard, the thin and sharp blade squeezed out scarlet blood, her red lips curved slightly, and whispered softly in a gentle to creepy tone.

"Let go, after you die, you will go to hell."

"If you lie and don't keep your promise, your tongue will be pulled out; if you hold me back, your fingers will be cut off one by one; if you eat my flesh, drink my blood, and kill me, you will Thrown into a pool of blood, repeatedly drowned."

"I want to watch you. Watch you die, watch you go to hell, watch you never be reborn..."

Xue Fangli smelled that smell again.

The smell of blood mixed with the light fragrance of rouge is extremely disgusting and disgusting.

The past and reality gradually blurred, his eyes were blood red, Xue Fangli's expression became colder, and the back of his pale hands was covered with blue veins.

"My lord..."

Jiang Juan noticed something was wrong with him, so he hurried over and tugged Xue Fangli's sleeve several times.

At this moment, Jiang Juan was getting closer, and the smell of medicinal herbs was very clear. He didn't think there was anything, but to Xue Fangli, it was different.

He smelled a trace of medicinal herbs amidst the strong fishy smell.

This breath was so faint that it was almost inaudible, but it got into Xue Fangli's nasal cavity, lingered around him, and pulled back Xue Fangli's mind.

Between hell and the world, in one breath.

Xue Fangli lowered his eyes slowly.

He suddenly changed his mind and didn't want to tell the boy the complete truth.

How the teenager will react, I want to know.

——He would frown, look at him with that kind of loving eyes, and then murmur sympathetically: "Why is she like this?"

It's just sad.

Xue Fangli didn't mention that Poppy held his hand and stabbed the dagger into his chest, but said calmly: "She had lived enough, she killed herself."

Jiang Juan was taken aback, "Then why are you blaming the prince?"

Xue Fangli said indifferently: "Probably because she pushed everyone away and killed herself in front of this king."

Jiang Juan let out an "ah" and soon realized something. He stared blankly at Xue Fangli for a long time, and suddenly hugged him.

Xue Fangli lowered his head, "What?"

Jiang Juan shook his head and didn't speak. After a long time, he asked him in a muffled voice, "My lord, were you afraid at that time?"

"Fear?"

Xue Fangli snorted, pinched Jiang Juan's chin, raised his face, and said regretfully, "I don't remember."

"You are lying."

"Ok?"

Xue Fangli responded, and stared at Jiang Juan leisurely.

The young man's eyes were extremely sad, his distress and love were so much that it was almost inextricable, he looked at Xue Fangli intently, and this concentration undoubtedly pleased Xue Fangli to the greatest extent.

With a smile on his lips, he gently caressed Jiang Juan's face, but there was an extremely bad thought in his heart.

——Obviously it can make the boy feel more distressed.

But at this moment, the fingertips caressing Jiang Juan's face touched a piece of water.

Warm and humid.

Xue Fangli was stunned, and looked over. Jiang Juan was in tears, and when his eyelashes blinked, drops of water rolled down one after another.

"why are you crying?"

"I think you're scared."

Jiang Juan hugged Xue Fangli again, he was not very good at verbal comfort, so he could only tell him over and over again: "It's okay, it's all over."

The person in his arms held him tightly, and Xue Fangli lowered his eyes, looking at the water-stained fingers.

Is he afraid?

Xue Fangli asked himself.

He was not expected from birth.He was just a bargaining chip, and he was expected to be a weakness, but that woman named him "Fang Li".

She insisted on leaving.

She has no weaknesses.

Maybe he was afraid, but he forgot.

For so many years, he is not afraid of anything, he is just a madman, he doesn't care about anything, and he is not afraid of losing anything, because he has nothing.

Xue Fangli looked at Jiang Juan, he looked at it for a long time, and finally smiled softly, "How can you cry like this, more sad than this king?"

He raised one hand, put it on Jiang Juan's waist, and slowly tightened his strength.

The shoulders were wet, and the boy let him embrace him.

Xue Fangli regretted not making Jiang Juan feel more distressed, but also thanked him for not making him feel more distressed.