I became the tyrant's only belief.

Chapter 195 Itchy

The snowflakes continued to fall until it was time to light the lamps.

It was freezing cold outside, but warm as spring inside, with pleasant piano sounds coming from the house.

Wei Mingliang sat crookedly behind a long table, his left leg stretched out and his right leg bent, gently swaying the wine in the glass, his amorous peach blossom eyes fixedly staring at the two paintings on the table.

One picture shows a skinny little eunuch, and the other shows a palace maid in a cloak.

Same eyes, same person.

What's so special about it?
There were two knocks on the door.

Wei Mingliang raised his hand, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly. He asked, "What's the matter?"

The maid pushed the door open and came in, bowing her head and reporting, "Your Highness, Princess Meizhen is ill and cannot come."

"Are you ill?" Wei Mingliang was a little surprised. "What's wrong? Can you see Taiyu?"

"The Third Prince is guarding Princess Meizhen's room. An old doctor is treating Princess Meizhen." The maid looked up and said, "The Third Prince drove me out as soon as he saw me. I didn't get to see Princess Meizhen, and I don't know how her condition is."

Wei Mingliang was not surprised at all that Yin Taiyu could do such a thing, nor did he intend to blame her. He waved his hand to signal her to leave.

The door closed again.

Wei Mingliang raised the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, his eyes fixed on the painting. He reached out to reach for the wine jug, but instead felt a hand as smooth as ointment and smelled a sweet scent of powder.

The beautiful woman playing the piano picked up the jade pot and filled the wine glass.

"You are sensible." Wei Mingliang smiled and hooked her pointed chin. The beauty giggled and snuggled softly in his arms.

Normally, the man holding her would always whisper and flirt with her, saying some embarrassing words, but today there was no movement.

The beauty looked up in confusion and saw that Wei Mingliang was not even looking at her. Her eyes were slightly fixed, staring at the portrait without blinking.

She was unhappy and tilted her head to look at the portrait, pouting her red lips: "My hands are sore from playing the piano, but His Highness never even looked at me, and he is so obsessed with her."

His words were full of jealousy, and Wei Mingliang lowered his head to look at the person in his arms.

"Am I not beautiful?" The beauty raised her snow-white arms and wrapped them around his neck. Her soft body clung to him like a snake, her eyes full of affection, and her words were even softer. "Your Highness only looks at the painting and not at me. I will not tolerate this kind of partiality."

"How can she compare with you?" Wei Mingliang chuckled, lifted the beauty's chin and put the wine glass to her lips.

The beauty obediently opened her mouth, just wanting to take a sip, but unexpectedly someone pinched her chin and filled the cup with liquid.

Although the wine was fragrant, it was strong. It was like swallowing a knife when it went down her throat. She was caught off guard and choked, causing her to cough uncontrollably. Her snow-white cheeks turned red from coughing, as if they were covered with a layer of bright rouge.

"Do you want to compete again?" Wei Mingliang lifted a strand of her hair, with a smile in his tone.

"Your Highness always bullies me." The beauty buried her head in his arms, not daring to say any more sour words.

Wei Mingliang raised his hand and gently stroked her back, "There's something I can't figure out."

"Your Highness is so intelligent, nothing can stump you?" The beauty came out of his arms, raised her head and pecked his neck lightly.

Wei Mingliang let her do what she wanted, but his eyes were fixed on the painting. "Why would a powerful person value a humble person so much?"

The beauty stopped what she was doing, turned to look at the painting, and asked, "Your Highness, are you talking about two men, a man and a woman, or two women?"

Wei Mingliang said: "One man and one woman."

The beauty asked again: "Your Highness, are you talking about the person in the painting?"

"Yes." Wei Mingliang leaned back.

The beauty knelt up, massaged his shoulders obediently, and asked, "Is that man His Highness?"

"No."

Hearing this, the beauty was a little surprised. She tilted her head to look at the two portraits again, focusing on the portrait of the woman.

She is of above average appearance, and if she dresses up nicely, she can be a beauty.

She smiled sweetly and said, "Your Highness, how could you forget that heroes have always been tempted by beautiful women."

Love between a man and a woman? Wei Mingliang thought not, and asked, "What else?"

"What else?" The beauty thought for a moment and asked, "What special skills does this woman have?"

Wei Mingliang really couldn't answer the question. Was he particularly courageous, particularly good at lying, or particularly good at kicking people?
He thought for a long time and managed to find one thing from the information he had investigated, "The tea is brewed well." Beauty: "...Is that man a tea lover?"

Wei Mingliang shook his head.

The beauty frowned, thought carefully and said, "Maybe he has taken a fancy to this person."

"Why?" Wei Mingliang put his arms around her slender waist and held her in his arms.

"It is not that I love its form, but that I love the one who makes its form." The beauty lay obediently in his arms and whispered this sentence.

This sentence comes from "Zhuangzi". Wei Mingliang has read it and knows its meaning.

But it’s because I know this that I find it… ridiculous.

He immediately lost interest in the conversation, let the beauty go, called the maid in, and asked, "Is Yao Zhou back?"

Yao Zhou was the guard who stopped Chu Liuzheng this morning.

The maid said, "Your Highness, Master Yao has not returned."

He hasn’t come back yet.

Wei Mingliang frowned: "When he comes back, ask him to come see me immediately."

"Yes." The maid took the order and went out.

The beauty poured him a glass of wine and Wei Mingliang took it and drank it all in one gulp.

Putting down the wine glass, he raised his hand and touched his lips, feeling a little itchy.

It felt like there were bugs crawling on it.

He thought it was the spiciness of the wine, so he rubbed it with his fingertips twice, but the itchiness not only did not ease, but became worse, so itchy that he couldn't help scratching it with his fingernails.

"Your Highness!" The beauty exclaimed, and rushed over to grab his hand that was scratching non-stop, "Don't scratch it anymore, it's all scratched."

Wei Mingliang was stunned and looked down.

The fingertips were stained with blood and there was skin flakes embedded in the gaps between the nails.

It was really scratched.

But...it still itches.

The itch seemed to come from the bottom of my heart, making me want to tear the piece of flesh off my mouth.

He raised his hand and scratched his lips again.

"Your Highness, please stop scratching me." The beauty held onto Wei Mingliang's hands tightly. "What's wrong with you?"

"Itchy." Wei Mingliang bit his lips hard, one of his canine teeth digging into the flesh, and he gradually tasted a rusty smell.

The pain seemed to relieve the itchiness a little, but the next moment, the itchiness came surged, along the chin to the neck, to the palms, and to the backs of the hands.

It seemed like my whole body was itching.

Itchy, so itchy.

It was like a group of ants crawling out from the cracks in the bones, crawling around in the body along the blood vessels, then biting through a hole to crawl out, and continuing to crawl around on the skin.

Invisible and intangible.

There is only one word left in my mind: itchy.

Wei Mingliang shook off the beauty's hand and grabbed and scratched it hard, leaving streaks of bright red blood on the clean skin in just a few moments.

He scratched himself madly, until blood flowed from his scratches, and he seemed to have lost the sense of pain.

The beauty looked at this scene in horror, her voice trembling as she called out, "Someone, come quickly! Something's happened to His Highness! Go get a doctor!!"

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"Hurry up, sir! His Highness has been poisoned!" Tuoba Yong dug Zhao Shiqi out of the bed, put him on his shoulder, and ran out.

The dazed Zhao Shiqi was woken up by him and almost fell apart when Tuoba Yong put him down.

"Sir, please go and see His Highness." Tuoba Yong pushed through the crowd and carried him to the bed like a chicken.

Zhao Shiqi didn't care about the indecency of being carried, and took a closer look. His eyes widened in shock, and he cried out in shock, "How could this happen?"