my princess boy

"Are you crazy!" Yuwen Miaohua was surprised and annoyed. He didn't know why Mu Xianyi, who had been silent all this time, suddenly became so crazy. He said to the guard, "Slap him on the mouth. I won't stop, no!" stop!"

"Yes!"

"Snapped!"

Mu Xianyi's face was in burning pain.

"Crack!" Before he could react, he had followed up the second time.

"Snapped"! "Snapped!"

It hurts more and more, and it is more difficult to endure.

His eye circles were red with pain, and he thought to himself, just admit it, really be a subjugated slave, a spineless person, and beg her to forgive me... But if you give up like this, just beg for mercy like this, how can you be worthy of yourself? Father, I am worthy of Daqi, and my conscience...

It hurts, it really hurts.

Mu Xianyi, it turns out that you are also a weak person, when faced with physical torture, you would also want to beg for mercy.

It's just...it really hurts...

The look in the eyes of Ling Xuetang, who was sitting on the top, made people feel the pain was unbearable, and he couldn't bear even a snap of his fingers——

"what……"

Mu Xianyi couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

Ling Xuetang and Yuwen Miaohua both looked at him.

Mu Xianyi laughed.

"Snapped!"

Because he was smiling, when he slapped his teeth, his teeth hit the soft flesh in his mouth, bleeding suddenly.

But he didn't seem to notice, he was still smiling, but the smile was desperate and tragic.

"Snapped!"

"Enough!" Ling Xuetang suddenly shouted coldly.

"Why, do you feel sorry for him?" Yuwen Miaohua looked at him with a half-smile.

Ling Xuetang said, "If there is something wrong with him, father asks, is it you or me who is responsible?"

"Of course it's me..." Before Yuwen Miaohua finished speaking, she heard a "plop" and looked back, only to see that Mu Xianyi had already collapsed under the steps.

She frowned, and said disdainfully: "Isn't he too weak?... You, go and see, is he dead?"

The guard hurriedly bent down to check Mu Xianyi's breath, and replied: "Princess Qifeng, she is still alive and talking!"

"I know he doesn't die so easily..." Yuwen Miaohua snorted, and then said, "Listen, what is he talking about, is he scolding the princess again?"

"Yes." The guard bent down, as if he couldn't hear clearly, frowned, and listened for a long time.

Yuwen Miaohua looked at Mu Xianyi who was curled up on the ground in plain clothes, and then at the guard, and said impatiently: "Have you heard, what are you talking about?"

The guard hurriedly said: "Ah, his voice is too soft, I can't understand it very well, I only heard words like 'yuxue', 'taro' and 'jue'."

Ling Xuetang's face suddenly changed at this moment.

But Yuwen Miaohua asked: "What the hell?!" Turning around to ask Ling Xuetang, "Brother Huang, what nonsense is he talking about?"

At this time, Ling Xuetang's face had returned to normal, but she turned her face away, unable to see clearly the thoughts in his eyes: "You are talking nonsense, what are you fussing about with him?"

"That's right." Yuwen Miaohua nodded her nose with a sweat towel, and said disgustedly, "Forget it, I won't argue with you today... I heard that there are many beaded hairpins, gold and silver jewelry belonging to Empress Beiqi in the palace. Wait for me to pick, I will go first."

"I won't keep you, go." Ling Xuetang said calmly.

Yuwen Miaohua was slowly helped out by the maid.

Ling Xuetang then turned her head and looked at Mu Xianyi who was lying on the ground with deep eyes: "Come here, take him back to his room and call the imperial doctor to treat him, don't let him die."

"Yes!"

……

Blood mist, blood mist again.

Mu Xianyi knew that he had been abandoned by his father, and he was very scared. He knew that there was a ghost behind the blood mist, who was secretly watching him, and was always ready to jump out from behind him, catch him, and swallow him whole.

"Father..." He was barefoot, and he was only eight years old at the time, with a long life lock hanging around his neck. It jingled when he ran, but the sound echoed in the blood mist, and the echo was released. slow:

"Bell-ding-dang-dang-"

Creepy.

The more he was afraid, the more he ran, but the more he ran, the more afraid he became, as if the ghost behind him had already chased him...

"Run! Xian'er, run—"

It was his father's voice, who didn't know where it came from.

Mu Xianyi ran forward desperately.

He didn't know how long he had been running, and he didn't know what happened. He suddenly stepped on the ground and saw that he had run to the edge of a cliff without knowing it, and jumped into the cliff alive.

"what--"

He sat up abruptly from the bed.

It was dark all around, and there was nothing... A hand suddenly grabbed his hand.

He subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but was held tightly by that hand.He looked towards him, and saw a figure in the darkness, as if it had merged with the darkness.

His nose suddenly became sour.

"I was dreaming," he said.

"Father must have seen how miserable I was, so he wanted to lure me to jump off the cliff." He said to himself, and laughed, as if he was very relieved, "Father loves me the most. "

The hand gripped him tighter.

"But it's not necessarily true. I always think that dreams are accurate... That time, Ling Xuetang came to a dream and told me that there was a big tree next to his new house, which blocked the sunlight in his bedroom, so I asked me to cut it down for him. After waking up, I didn’t know why, but then I was enlightened and ran to his tomb... As a result, I saw a big camphor tree beside his tomb, blocking his tomb..."

"I was so happy at the time, I thought that Ling Xuetang knew about me and cared about me... But now that I think about it, it's so ridiculous—it's just an empty grave!"

As he spoke, he sobbed softly, tears rolling down his face.

"Liars, liars, you are all liars, the father is the one, the mother is the concubine, Ling Xuetang is the same, and even the Yanguan is also the same. He clearly said that he would let me attract the South Vietnamese army, but he knocked me out and went alone... ...you all lied to me, lied to me to suffer alone in this world..."

The man in darkness held him tightly in his arms, comforting him silently.

He stretched out his hand, hugged the other party tightly, found a favorite position in the other party's arms, buried himself in it, and curled up into a ball.

I just couldn't stop crying.

The man lowered his head, kissed his tears-wet lips, kissed him over and over again, and comforted him, as if he was comforting a baby who was still in swaddle.

But the closer he was to Mu Xianyi, the more tears fell from Mu Xianyi's eyes, like a good child who was doted on and vented his grievances.

A good child needs to let others find and discover his grievances. A bad child does not need it. A bad child will cry when he falls, so there is no need to bear it in his heart.

The man found out that his tears were getting more and more fierce, so he stopped kissing lightly, grabbed his hand, and kissed him deeply, leaning forward, kissing until he couldn't breathe.

Dizzy, there was a dream-like voice, like a soft sigh, calling him, Xuanxuan.

……