Reborn! The terminally ill prince has taken a fancy to me again

Chapter 11 Because ah, she is lonely
"By the way, Mr. Cheng Yun." Uncle Fu remembered his intention of coming here, "Your Highness, he originally wanted to have dinner with you, but he suddenly coughed and wheezed, so he had no choice but to send this old servant to ask Ask, are you injured? What else do you need?"

Hua Zuili's eyes flashed: "How is Your Highness? But where is the injury?"

Uncle Fu shook his head, "Your Highness is just a little weak, so you don't have to worry about Mr. Cheng Yun."

Hua Zuili nodded, it turns out...it's not that food is incompatible...

night, deep.

The sky was dark, not a single star shone.

The faint light of the fire swayed slightly, dragging the continuously distorted shadow behind the person, and the white curtains fluttered like ghosts and monsters dancing carnivally in hell.

"Your highness, you, your tea..." Qian Mei lowered her head extremely low, holding a green glazed wisteria teacup with both hands and offered it high. She clenched her lower lip and tried to restrain herself, but she was able to hold the hand at the bottom of the teacup. , still couldn't help trembling.

Mei Zhuoxue was wearing a soft satin robe that was as dark as thick ink. With his slender fingers, he plucked the silk strings slightly. Following the rhythm of the mountains and flowing water, the suspended human body suddenly twisted its body in an inhuman posture and let out a burst of pain. The ear-piercing sound of bones rubbing against each other made one's scalp tingle.

"Are you afraid?" Mi Li's lazy and idle piano sound moved slowly, and Mei Zhuoxue played softly.

"Little girl... no, don't be afraid..." Qian Mei adjusted her somewhat broken voice, respectfully.

But, are you not afraid...

The carved beams and painted buildings on the main hall are resplendent and magnificent, and countless rare and rare treasures are shining in magnificent colors under the candlelight, but these are far from the foil of the person who is hung on the beam.

Thin and translucent silver threads were tightly wrapped around the man's limbs and bones, his hands and feet were twisted, his facial features were stitched up, scarlet blood ran down his face, and his body was constantly slipping down little by little, from afar. Looking around, it looks like a blood-colored humanoid spider hanging upside down, silently.

But Qian Mei knew that he was still alive, his slightly bobbing stomach and his distorted and painful face were the best proofs that he...was still living a life that would be worse than death.

"Oh, I'm not afraid..." Mei Zhuoxue lazily leaned against Hei Yao, with one leg bent, and her fingertips tapping on the armrest of the couch very regularly.

"I asked her the same question when I made a human puppet last time. Do you know how she answered it?" He admired the freshness that permeated little by little under the luxuriant and luxurious beauty, and this is what he said. Like a ghost floating in the bustling world, bewitched by the mirror, water and moon, lost his mind, lost his mind after a dream of drunkenness and death.

Simply, wonderful.

"Her?" Qian Mei didn't know who the 'she' Mei Zhuoxue was talking about, but she didn't dare to ask any more questions, she followed the words, "How did she answer?"

"Her." Mei Zhuoxue's eyes were dim, and her expression gradually drifted away. "At that time, Gu used the person she liked to make human puppets, and did it slowly in front of her, stitch by stitch, thread by thread. Asked her 'are you afraid?', she said, 'I am afraid, but I have to wait and see again, otherwise next time, how can I make your highness more perfect'."

"It's incredible, isn't it?"

The little girl was wearing a gorgeous fiery red wedding dress, and she didn't shed a single tear when she saw the broken limbs. She was angry and resentful, but in those bright eyes, there was more involuntary unwillingness and annoyance.

He still remembered that the slender figure was like a small flame, and her eyes were full of bloodthirsty heat, as if she wanted to burn him to death.

That was the little flame he carefully cultivated, but he never expected it to end up...

Mei Zhuoxue stretched out her hand and lightly stirred the red candle on the table, a gust of wind blew in from the window, the candle flame flickered for only a moment, then turned into black smoke and slowly dissipated from his fingertips.

"Get out." Mei Zhuoxue looked at her fingertips and suddenly said coldly.

"Ah? What?" Qian Mei was stunned. She was ordered by Uncle Fu to serve His Highness tonight, so she went out without doing anything?

Did she say something wrong...

"Your Highness, the night is dark and the dew is heavy, my little girl can keep you warm by staying here..."

"go out."

The pupils were as dark as an abyss of nothingness without a trace of emotion, as if staring at a dying corpse, Qian Mei shivered suddenly when she was stared at, she hurriedly backed away, pushed the door out and almost collided with Fu Bo, her staggering feet did not move Gu Deli just fled in a hurry.

"Your Highness..." Uncle Fu looked at the beauty in red who left hastily, sighed but didn't say much, changed a cup of warm tea for him, and said, "Bei Xing already knew his mistake, can you forgive him?"

Mei Zhuoxue took the teacup, "Don't report what you know, violate the order, these twenty vine blood whips are already for the past love."

The vine blood whip is five feet long, and the vines are covered with barbs as small as needles. After being soaked in salt water for 49 days, the whip is like peeling off a layer of skin.

Distinct rewards and punishments have always been the rules of Beisi.

But Uncle Fu thought of Bei Xing who was beaten to pieces on the torture rack, but he couldn't help talking: "Bei Xing is the head of the four northern guards. He has been with His Highness for many years and is loyal. He concealed Chen Youheng's sneaking into the house this time, and he just wanted to hide it. Exploring Mr. Cheng Yun's reality is not intended to target."

"False?" Mei Zhuoxue looked at Chen Youheng who was entwined and hung by the silver puppet thread, and said with a sneer, "He thought that the existence of 'Hua Chengyun' would disturb Gu's mood and disturb Gu's plan, so he wanted to borrow Let Chen Youheng's hands be dealt with completely."

Uncle Fu was taken aback, "Your Highness, since you know, why..."

Mei Zhuoxue stared lazily at Uncle Fu, "Because she is lonely, whether she dies or lives, it is up to the lonely to decide, and those who obstruct her will be killed without mercy."

His eyes were cold and dark, like a wild beast swearing the sovereignty of its prey.

"That's why Uncle Fu, don't push women to Gu Gu anymore, this time it's fine, but next time, you will see a few more beautiful lanterns under the eaves."

Uncle Fu knew that His Royal Highness always obeyed his word, and it didn't matter if he pushed women or not. He just didn't expect that Hua Chengyun could bring such a great influence to His Highness, and he didn't know if it was good...or bad...

He suppressed the contemplation in his eyes, and changed the subject: "Then, Your Highness, how do you plan to deal with the Chen family? Chen Youheng is the eldest son of the family, and the Chen family is considered the eldest princess' confidant. If this quarrels, I'm afraid..."

"There is nothing to fear." Mei Zhuoxue waved the smell of blood that was gradually rotting in the air, he coughed twice, and slowly took a sip from his teacup, "The son of the Chen family is not human, ghost or ghost, Although those bastards don't have the support of their mothers, they are not fuel-efficient lamps."

"The Chen family wants to settle accounts with Gu, but they must first see if they have the ability to survive until Gu returns to Beijing. Maybe at that time, Gu has to go to the Chen family to mourn for the head of the Chen family."

Uncle Fu nodded: "This subordinate understands that news of the death of the Chen family's son-in-law will soon reach the ears of every Chen family's son-in-law."

At night, the wind blows the treetops, bringing up a whistling like a ghost.

Mei Zhuoxue raised her head slightly, she sighed and mocked: "It's going to rain..."

Fu Bo's body trembled suddenly, his eyes didn't know whether it was worry or fear: "Your Highness, what's in your body..."

"It's okay. After all these years, hasn't Gu survived?"

(End of this chapter)